Help!

I've been kidnapped!

By which I mean my parents have showed up at my place with the "surprise" that we're all going down to the coast place two days early. It seems a certain Mr Chase Oxley suggested to them that I need to get out of the house. Screw you, Chase.

So now I'm posting this from my mobile phone in some country town while my dad's filling the tank with petrol. Black Mountain's off; I'm not going to be back in Canberra until early next week. Aargh! Just when I'd made up my mind to resolve this thing!

... I don't suppose there's a chance any of you could find someone from Canberra to go check up there for me at all? I'm freaking out that it's going to be gone before I get back. In normal circumstances I'd hit up Chase but I don't think he's going to be receptive. (Him and I will settle this when I get back, mark my words.)