Lonesome Valley, Az

So the missus abandoned me, yet again, for the First Nations folk of our gentle giant to the north.  This time to the euphonious location yclept Chibougamau, Quebec. 

Sounds like a refrain from an Isley Brothers song, or, maybe, Jan & Dean (chibougamau-mau boppa bougamau-mau). 

Told Youngest Daughter that I'd looked up the finest (only) hotel in boogamau-mau;  the rooms run from $41 to $47 per night and the best it had to recommend itself was that it is "fireproof" and has an in-room coffeemaker.  You, Gentle Reader, can fair imagine the Missus' reaction to my research.  (After this many years, she's difficult to impress, easier to disappoint.)

Late word is that the actual encampment may be at a location distant from Boogamaumau.  Stay tuned for word of whether this is a reenactment of the  Reykjavik  debacle, or if it's woise.