Dear mom,

[rajan]

Dear Mom,

 

Our scoutmaster told us all write to our parents in case you saw the

flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only two of our tents and four

sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because

we were all up on the mountain looking for Jeff when it happened. Oh

yes, please call Jeff'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 Hector for going on a hike alone

without telling anyone. Hector 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. Larry 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 his brother Doug 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

Jeff 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 Rob

dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.

Also Bruce and I threw up. Scoutmaster Webb said it probably was just

food poisoning from the leftovers. He said they got sick that way

with the food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and become our

scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better

while he was doing his time.

 

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, Dave