A Letter from Camp

A LETTER FROM CAMP

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.

Love,
Cole

P.S. How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?