Taxiway T/O

FL250 Southbound for a change.

  Finally, I get crewed on a trip that takes us to the lower 48 for a change. It's been months since I've bought myself 'pound cake' at starbucks. Although perhaps someone else had this trip and dumped it off because the daytime high at destination was 30 degrees. Farenheit. Yeah, with the distinct possibility for snow.
  We head first to an airport with Customs service. So we make a quick stop there, get out, get probed, go for a pee and a hot (non airplane water) coffee refill and get going. Further South, but the airport elevation  is over 5,000ft which is not helping with the OAT and snow flurries. That's OK, the coffee is hot.
  We are flying over the Rocky Mountain spine at 28,000ft but are denied any sort of view due to the extensive cloud cover. Milky white nothingness. The copilot comments that he feels like we are in the simulator. The only exception is that there isn't anyone sitting behind us in a folding chair with a mischievous grin and I don't feel especially trigger happy on the fuel firewall valves.
  Rewinding a bit...checking the NOTAMS as per usual in the morning revealed the usual new towers, ammended procedures and... ummm.. a closed runway at destination. Well, there is only one runway there. There is some ambiguous reference to a taxiway so I decied to call up Lockheed Martin FSS down there and get their story. 'Yep she's closed. No problem though, just land on the Taxiway'. Say again? 'Land on the Taxiway. Plenty long enough, but a little skinny, 50 feet wide.'

  Cool.
  We do the descent checks, load the RNAV which contains about 10 stepdown altitudes which I brief at length, do the RAIM check and start the approach. Center comes up 'Hey you in the Beech, you know about that runway, right?'
  You betcha.
  We hit the initial approach waypoint and turn 90 degrees to the left. Descend. Level. Approach flap. Descend and level a few more times. Gear down landing checks. 1000' until minimums. 500'.  Uh oh, I don't see anything. The METAR was 2,200' broken. What's up with this? Then voila, we break out of the cloud horizontally. There's the lake. Oh, and there's the airport. Full flap.
  Remember to land on the Taxiway. Roger. The big equipment tearing up the runway is a quick reminder. Now a 50' wide runway gives the illusion of being terribly high. However, since we are lined up with the taxiway and not the runway, we are much closer to the row of trees on the left side of the airport, which in turn gives the illusion of being too low. Split the difference and squeak it on the taxiway. At least they were kind enough to paint the runway numbers on the taxiway so there was no confusion.
  Backtrack and park. No snow, just some cold rain. We hit the Pancake House for a deliciously oversized breakfast and then hop in the rental car and explore the area for the next four hours before we head back home.
  That was fun.