"Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?" - Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters

I told you that road drop off was pretty friggin' steep. If you notice, that guy is not exactly hugging the curb. What curb? If you click on the picture to make it big, you can see the evil red eye of The Boy glimmering in the back seat.

Greetings , gentle readers!

The Mrs. here, subbing for WilderBoy. John, as he is known to some, is currently chained to the water pump in the basement because he has been naughty. No, not really. It’s just that that is where I like to keep him so that he stays out of trouble.

Seriously, though, things have been very hectic here. Big, big changes are afoot in Casa Wilder. As such, no Life in Alaska for the past few weeks … er, months due to, well, life in Alaska. Don’t worry, though. They are good changes. No severed fingers while cutting wood or beer shortages or anything. It’s all good, as the young uns say.

All that John asks is for your continued patience (At least, I think that’s what he was asking. It’s hard to tell because his voice was all muffled due to the gag in his mouth.) He should be ready to reveal all to the world soon, in typical Wilder TA DA! fashion.

Sincerely,
The Mrs.

Note from John
The Mrs. actually wrote that, and I saw it after I constructed a rudimentary TCP/IP connection out of a band saw and some steel wool in the basement. I've been down here about two weeks, but I'm thinking that The Mrs. has plans for me other than making a pretty shirt out of my skin - after all, Hannibal Lecter she's not. I hope. More soon. John puts the lotion on it's skin, or else he gets the hose again . . . arrrrgh!