The blue sky was peppered with fluffy cotton ball clouds. Snacks and drinks were close at hand, Fear Factory pulsed from the car's speakers, and the excitement was high. It was time yet again to cruise across the state to Spokane and Lilac City Comicon. We set out on that warm morning last weekend not knowing what was in store for us.
The trip over the mountains and across the bare, sparsely-populated middle of the great state of Washington went well. Finding civilization in the east and entering that city so foreign to us also went well. The convention itself went surprisingly well considering last year's debacle. Goody Good issue 1 had its first public appearance and was well received. Brandon and I saw some familiar faces and made a few new friends. It was a good con and a good trip; and at no point during the three days of travel and lodging did we meet with any kind of adversity or obstacle. But at just about every turn we were presented with a lesson. There was much to learn. And it's in those lessons that we find the real story of Lilac City Comicon 2017.
Before we knew it, it was time to pack up and leave. The show and the trip had come to an end. The blue sky was peppered with fluffy cotton ball clouds. Snacks and drinks were close at hand, Fear Factory pulsed from the car's speakers, and the exhaustion was closing in. We were ready to yet again escape Spokane. Screaming across the state, a flat-out burn toward home.