Dear mom and dad...

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 its 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?