A Letter from Camp

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A Letter To Mom And Dad

Dear Mom and Dad,

Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the

flood on TV and were 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 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 wasn't for the lightning.

Scoutmaster Walt 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 didn't burn, but one of the 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 Walt gets the car fixed. It

wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left.

Scoutmaster Walt said that a car that old you have to expect something

to break down, that's probably why he can't get insurance. 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 fenders. 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 Walt is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In

fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where

there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up here is logging trucks.

This morning, all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out

in the lake. Scoutmaster Walt 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 Walt isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get

mad about the lifejackets. He has to spend a lot of the 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.

Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Walt said it probably was just food

poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with

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. By the way, what is a pedophile?

I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy

bullets.

Don't worry about anything. We are fine.

Tommy