Letter from camp;
Dear Mom,
Our Scoutmaster 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 that he's OK. He
can't write because of the cast. I got to ride on 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 a gas can on a fire, the gas can
will blow up? Billy 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 with a car that old you
to 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 in the tailgate. It gets pretty hot with ten people in a
car.
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.
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. 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 into town to mail our letters and
buy more bullets and dynamite.
Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Love,
Johnny
