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.
Love,
Jordie
P.S.:
How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?