Dear Mom and Dad,
Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents just in case you saw
the flood on TV and got 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 Adam when it
happened.
Oh yes, please call Adam'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 great. We never would have found Adam in the dark
if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Ted got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without
telling anyone. Adam 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 also some of
our clothes. Matthew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted gets the bus fixed. It
wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left.
Scoutmaster Ted said that, with a bus that old, you have to expect
something to break down, which is probably why he can't get insurance.
We think it's a super bus. Ted doesn't care if we get it dirty, and,
if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the bumpers. It does get
pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He even let us take
turns riding in the trailer until the policeman stopped and talked to
us.
Scoutmaster Ted is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In
fact, he is teaching Horace how to drive on the mountain roads where
there aren't any police. All we ever see up there are those huge
logging trucks.
This morning, all of us guys were diving off the rocks and swimming
out to the rapids. Scoutmaster Ted wouldn't let me because I can't
swim, and Adam was afraid he would sink because of his cast (we used
concrete since we didn't have any plaster). Instead, he let us take
the canoe out. It was great. You can still see some of the trees under
the water from the flood.
Scoutmaster Ted isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even
get mad about us losing the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of
time working on the bus so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Andrew
dived into the lake and cut his arm, we even got to practice how a
tourniquet works.
Stevie and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Ted said it was probably what
he called a tummy-touch from the left-over chicken we stored on the
bus. He said they got sick that same way with chicken they ate once in
prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster, because he
said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was
doing his time. I can't wait for us to start working on our bicycles
now because he says he has a registered pedal-file.
I have to go now. We are going to town to post our letters and buy
some more beer and ammo. So don't worry about a thing. We are all fine
and, anyway, tonight is my turn to sleep in Scoutmaster Ted's tent.
Love you,
Bobby
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Originally Posted by kansasgirl21
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