A Letter from Church Camp (a little summer humor)

(The characters and incidents portrayed below are fictitious . . . I assume. This is brought to you courtesy of the internet; orginal source unknown.)

Dear Mom & Dad,

Our cabin leader told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all upon the mountain looking for Adam when it happened. Oh yes, please call Adam'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 Adam in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.

Our cabin leader got mad at Adam for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Adam 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 will blow up? The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did and also some of our clothes. Matthew is going to look weird until his hair grows back.

We will be home on Saturday if our camp director gets the bus fixed. It wasn't her fault about the wreck. The brakes worked okay when we left for our field trip. The camp director said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why she can't get insurance. We think it's a neat bus. She doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes she lets us ride on the fenders. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus. She let us take turns riding in the trailer until the highway patrol man stopped and talked to us.

The camp director is a neat lady. Don't worry, she's a good driver. In fact, she is teaching Jesse how to 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 kids were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. My cabin leader wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Adam 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. Our cabin leader isn't crabby like some of them. He didn't even get mad about us not wearing life jackets.

Josie and I threw up, but the cook said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. She said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison.

I have to go now. We are going to town to mail our letters and buy some more candy and fireworks. Don't worry about anything. We are fine.

Love,
George