For parents and grandparents out there, LJ's grands would like to share LJ's adventures!
Dear Gramps and Grandma,
Our scoutmaster told us to write to our grandparents in case you saw
the flood on TV and were 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 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 and rescue
jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it
wasn't for the lightning.
Scoutmaster Walt 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 didn't burn, but one of the 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 Walt gets the car fixed.
It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we left.
Scoutmaster Walt said that with a car that old you have to expect
something to break down, that's probably why he can't get insurance. 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 fenders. It gets pretty hot with
10 people in the car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until
the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us.
Scoutmaster Walt is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver.
In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where
there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up here is logging trucks.
This morning, all of the guys were diving off the rocks and
swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Walt 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 Walt isn't
crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about us leaving
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.
Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Walt said it probably was just
food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way
with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our
scoutmaster.
I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy
bullets. Don't worry about anything. We are fine.
Your loving grandson,
Little Joey
