Letter from Camp Up-The-Creek 
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Dear Mom, 
 
Our scout master told us all write to our parents in case you saw 
the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 1 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. 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 & rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him 
in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. 
 
Camp counselor 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 a 
gas can 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. Jenny is 
going to look weird until her hair grows back. 
 
We will be home on Saturday if Counselor Webb gets the truck fixed. 
It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when we 
left. Scoutmaster Webb said that with a truck 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 truck. 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 10 people in the cab. He let us 
take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman 
stopped and talked to us. 
 
Counselor Webb is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good driver. 
In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive. But he only lets him 
drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. All we 
ever see up there are logging trucks. 
 
This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming 
out in the lake. Counselor 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. Counselor Webb 
isn't crabby like some Camp counselors. He didn't even get mad about 
the life jackets. 
 
He has to spend a lot of time working on the truck, so we are trying 
not to cause him any trouble. Guess what? We have all passed our first 
aid 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. 
Counselor Webb said it probably was just food poisoning from the 
leftover chicken. He said he used to get sick that way with the food 
they ate in prison. I'm so glad he broke out and become our camp 
counselor. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better 
while he was doing 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 
 
-- This joke was submitted to us by Dan Meyer. Thank you!