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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 could 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 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 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,
Your son
P.S. How long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?
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