LETTERS
Letter
From Camp (10 year old Walter Barlows)
Dear Mon
and Dad,
We are having a great time here at Lake Typhoid.
Scoutmaster Hobbs is making us all write to our parents
or we can't have lunch. In case you saw the flood on TV
and worried, we are OK. 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 Chad when it happened.
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 and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have
found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Hobbs 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. Jack is going to
look weird until his hair grows back. We will be home on
Sunday if Scoutmaster Hobbs gets the car fixed. It wasn't
his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we
left. Scoutmaster Hobbs 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 we get it dirty, and if its hot,
sometimes he lets us ride in the open trunk. It gets
pretty hot with 14 people in the car. He let us take
turns riding in the trailer until a State Trooper stopped
and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Hobbs is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a
good driver. In fact, he is teaching Brad how to drive.
But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where
there isn't any traffic except for the log trucks.
This morning all the guys, and Barney (Mr. Hobb's
dog), were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the
lake. Scoutmaster Hobbs 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 Hobbs isn't crabby like
some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the
lifejackets. 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 Hobbs said it was probably just food
poisioning 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,
Walter
P. S. How
long has it been since I had a tetanus shot?
HAPPY MOTORING
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