It was a bleak and rainy day which welcomed the weary Brad, BoxJam and Xerexes to Pittsburgh, tired and fatigued from a long trip into the city, but exhilirated at the thought of being at the convention all together at once. It was Lee himself who came to pick up his fellow AltBranders in his hearse to drive them to the convention. "Have a rest in the back guys, you all look dead," he said. Ha, ha... what a kidder.

The skies were grey and bland for Case Yorke (orange tee), Adam Burke (under the mask), and Bob Roberds (striped shirt) as they got off the biplane which took them to Trapper Creek International Air Strip. Being the first time everyone met, Case and Bob were rather surprised to see how bland Adam looked. "I'm from England; it rains so much all the colours are washed away," he answered. Makes sense. Transportation to the convention site was provided by local dwarf Rudy, who presented our group with the traditional Alaskan Pike of Welcome.