Word Received from the Old Family

Hi gang, John here. 

As a friend of Young Old's father, living nearby in Sitka, Alaska, I was given the solemn duty of updating his readers on the status of their family out there in The Bush. Via smoke signal, Papa Old wanted all of you to know that the Internet has officially refused to function, precluding all further posts until their return to civilization. Furthermore (and the signals became a bit illegible here, Old's survival skills obviously suffering from a bit of rust), it sounds like the weather is so terrible that the float plane operator they're relying on to extricate them from their fishing village is paralyzed with fear, and incapable of flying out to the rescue until things clear up. I couldn't pick up from Old's scattered wisps of smoke whether or not they had any semi-definite plan in place, but there seemed to be mention of a 300-mile cross-country triumphant return via grizzly-dodging bushwacking, or alternatively, some attempt made at harnessing a polar bear and rafting home. He did make it abundantly clear that all was well with Mama K, Young Old and Grandpa Alaska.

I'll be sure to keep you in the loop as the smoke drifts my way.

Best,

John