We are having a great time here at Lake Typhoid. Mr. Barlow is making us all write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and got worried. We are okay. Only one of 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 happened.. Oh yes, please call Chad'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 neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Mr. Barlow 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 pour 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. Mike is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday if Mr. Barlow gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left. Mr. Barlow said 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 nice 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 ten people in a car. He let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and talked to us. Mr. Barlow is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Tyler how to drive. But he only lets him drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up here are logging trucks.
This morning all the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Mr. Barlow wouldn't let me because I can't swim and Chad was afraid he would sink because of the 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. Barlow 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 off our First Aid Merit Badge.; When Reed dove in the lake and cut his arm we got to see how a tourniquet works. Also Chris and I threw up. Mr. Barlow says it was probably just food poisoning 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.
