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Dear Mom;
Our Scoutmaster, Mr. Webb, told us to write our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and got worried. We are OK. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it all 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 one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Mr. 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. So did some of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if our Scoutmaster gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left. Mr. Webb said that with 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 it gets dirty and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the tailgate. It gets pretty hot when ten people are in the car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the RCMP stopped to talk to us.
Mr. Webb is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is
a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive, but
only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any
traffic. All we ever see up there is logging trucks.
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming
in the lake. Mr. 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.
Mr. 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 not trying to cause him any trouble.
Wade and I threw up last night. Mr. 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 so glad he got out and became 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, Cole
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