 Dear Mom & Dad:
We are having a great
time here at Lake Typhoid. Scoutmaster Webb is making us all write to our
parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 1 of our
tents and 2 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 & 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 10 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 there 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 a lot
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 probably was just food poisoning from the leftover
chicken.
I have to go now. We
are going into town to mail our letters and buy bullets. Don't worry about
anything. We are fine.
P.S. How long has it
been since I had a tetanus shot?
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