Dear Mom,
Our Scoutmaster told us all to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are okay. Only one
of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away, but none of us drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Bryson when it happened.
Oh yes, please call Bryson’s mother and tell her that he’s doing fine. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride on one of the search and rescue jeeps. It was awesome! We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for all of the lightning.
Scoutmaster Hinkey got mad at Brysonfor going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Bryson 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? Mason is going to look pretty strange until his hair grows back.
We will be home on Saturday, as long as Scoutmaster Hinkey gets the truck fixed. It wasn’t his fault about the wreck. He said the brakes were working when we left. Scoutmaster Hinkey said that with a car that old you to have to expect something to break down; that’s probably why he can’t get insurance on it. We think it’s a sweet truck. He doesn’t care if we get it dirty, and if it’s hot we can take turns riding in the bed. It gets pretty hot with ten people in a pickup.
Scoutmaster Hinkey is the bomb. Don’t worry, he’s a great driver. He’s even teaching Chase 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.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Luke dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Also, Steve and I threw up. Scoutmaster Hinkey said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way sometimes 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,
Billy
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pretty sure there is something wrong with feeding your parrot leftover chicken. I guess it would be like us eating a member of the ape family (if you believe that descended from apes, which actually, I – not the point here). It reminds me of the Far Side of a wife chicken bringing her sick husband chicken soup and telling him to get over it because 1) good for a cold and 2) no one they know. have to try to find that somewhere…:)
not a fail a sweet truck grind – or – I mean an axle grind.
wait to see more with that sweet truck! Awesome!
my sweet truck-stop travel mug, Hicks!?
Dear Mom and Dad, when you said, “Let’s go”, I assumed you were ready to go also. Sincerely, Been waiting in the car for 20 minutes..
Forest companies are logging private lands on southwest Vancouver Island at an accelerated rate and logging trucks are rolling through communities such as Sooke and Lake Cowichan at a pace that has not been seen for a decade.
My word, we’ve become such a society of accommodators, appeasers and apologists. There are no longer any “real men” in the pulpit, the family or the oval office. Someone please grow a spine and do the right thing.
My beef with scouting is the same I have with TupperWare: I just be motivated by ridiculous badges.
I mean, I guess some people are motivated by merit badges, some and not saying people who are motivated by them are stupid; just different.
Never got my kids motivated like that, either…
Besides, I never saw it as a valid function of priesthood training to learn to slice pizza. more like in the “homemaking” skills… valuable in their own right, though; still, making food could be a bit more challenging than slicing pizza.