Boy Scout Letter From Camp
Dear Mom,
Our scout naster told us all to write
to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are
OK. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away.
Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain
looking for Chad when it happened. Oh yes, please call Chad's mother
and tell her he is OK. He can't write because of the cast.
I got to ride in one of the search and rescue Jeeps. It was neat.
We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Webb got mad at Chad for
going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell
him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn't hear him. Did
you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up?
The wet wood still didn't burn, but one of our tents did. Also some
of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows
back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster
Webb gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck.
The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Webb said that a car
that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why
he can't get insurance on it. We think it's a neat car. He
doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us
ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with ten people in a car.
He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman
stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Webb is a neat guy.
Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how
to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where
there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up here are logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were
diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Webb
wouldn't let me because I can't swim and Chad was afraid he would sink
because of his cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake.
It was great. You can still see some of the trees under the water
from the flood. Scoutmaster Webb isn't crabby like some scoutmasters.
He didn't even get mad about the life jackets.
He has to spend alot of time working
on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble. Guess what?
We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave dove in
the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also
Wade and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it was probably just food
poisoning from the leftover chicken, he said they got sick that way with
the food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our
scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better
while he was doing his time.
I have to go now. We are going
in to town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don't worry about
anything, we are fine.
Take
me home
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