HUMOR IN LETTER'S 

SUMMER CAMP!!

Dear Mom,

Our scout master told 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 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, he said they got sick that 
way with the food they ate in prison. I'm go glad he got out and
become our scoutmaster. He said he 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, Cole.