A Letter From Camp
Dear Mom and Dad,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the
flood on
TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one 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 Adam when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. 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 Adam in the dark if it hadn't been
for
the lightning.
Scoutmaster Keith got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without
telling
anyone. Adam 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
will
blow up? The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and also
some of
our clothes. Mathew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Keith gets the bus fixed. It
wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left.
Scoutmaster Keith said that with a bus 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 bus. 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 45 people in a
bus. He
let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol man
stopped
and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Keith is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In
fact,
he is teaching Jessie how to 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 Keith wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and
Adam
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 Keith 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 bus
so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Andrew
dived
into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Steven
and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Keith 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 pedal-file?
I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy some
more
beer. Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Love, Chris
6:28:00 AM
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