Letter from camp

workerbee

* Winter is Coming *
Subject: Letter from camp

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 Chad when it happened.

Oh yes, please call Chad'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 Chad in the dark if it
hadn't been for the lightning. Scoutmaster Don 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 will blow up?
The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and some of our
clothes. David is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Don gets the car fixed. It
wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left.
Scoutmaster Don said that with 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 he highway patrol man stopped
and talked to us. Scoutmaster Don 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 there are logging
trucks.

This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming
out in the lake. Scoutmaster Don 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 Don 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
dived into the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Don 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,
Timothy
 
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