Day 3
The next day we awoke to a dry warm tent (thank goodness since it never happened before.) and my first helping of oatmeal (seriously, it was my first.) When were hiking along we came across a family attacked by a mob of heathens and they mother's husband was taken captive (what a bunch of water-frackers) and later a wagon which has been ripped apart by the same mob (ACID-BATHS,) and we had to take the families' children up a hill the made the past ones look like a tree root. We arrived at the campsite and later we had a hoedown (or as they called it "pioneer idol." We played games stuffed ourselves, and sang and danced. There was a light rain but what else could screw up. Boy that question was answered! So there I was brushing popcorn kernels out of my teeth we all the sudden I laid my eyes upon some horseback riders. At first I thought they were just performers at first but they weren't. IT WAS THE MOB!! Two members and three non-members (and I'm guessing they got a lot of pleasure out of the raid [and ruining the hoedown].) Even without the high powered weapons, foul language, and father-of-lies driven bloodlust, they were still intimidating. So we id what any saint back then would do; rush to the tent, grabbed our stuff our stuff and legged it (with our own legs.) Thankfully our refuge wasn't that far and we settled down, and had some hot cocoa. And with a few prayers the night was 'vampire bug' free and by the time the drizzle turned into a monsoon, we were safe in our tent.
Day 4 and 5
That morning we woke up to fresh biscuits and thankfully, no mob. While trekking through the pristine meadow we came across a couple digging a grave for their dead child. We first came across them since day two when the infant was severely ill and requested mustard. We couldn't give them any but they got it, however it was insufficient. So after listening to their inspiring words, we headed off once more. Later on all the men were gathered to witness the women's pull, an event where all the women and girls had to pull the handcarts on their own. We weren't allowed to help or cheer them on ( it's not sexism, it showed that they were as capable as men at doing the job). (And no, it's not feminism either.) It also shows that just because men and women aren't the same that we are still equal. We just have different capabilities, opportunities and responsibilities. It really plucked my heartstrings during the women's pull, to see them show so much strength and determination and so much resilience.
Now, onto the brighter stuff. One of them was when we were approaching our destination when all of a sudden under our feet was a garter snake!! After one of our family members screamed like a girl ( and no, it wasn't a girl, it was one of the guys) we got to get a closer look and even hold it for a bit. But because it was wounded we had to let it go. We arrived at our destination, settled down, ate dinner, and had our fireside. All of the families got to show what talents they had to offer. Some people got to speak about how well we were doing and we bore our testimonies. With some faith and inspiration from Jeremy Kristensen, President Kristensen's son, I got up there and bore my testimony myself. Mine was analogy of the bog, from Day 2, and repentance. Picture this, pretend you are going down a trail -- that's life. You are trying to get to Zion. You are going along and you come along a trail that's very tempting to go through. Once you head through you realize too late that it's a bog that's sinking you down the longer you stay in. That represents sin. And the fact that you are carrying a wagon, representing all the burdens and tasks you have in life, can only weigh you down even further. However, you know how I said that I got around the bog doing some island hopping on some chunks of ground? If you can realize it, that represents the Holy Ghost who will stop you from going in the bog and provide you an alternate route. However, if you are already stuck in, just like there were other people who would push and pull and help you to get out of the marsh, that's like the Saviour helping you out of the marsh of sin, representing repentance. My final words were," there is no thought , no habit, no transgression, no addiction that can possibly take the Lord's mercy away from you. God loves you all. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
The final day was an exciting one, as it marked the final walk to Zion. There was a downpour when we woke up -- but was that going to stop us??--NO WAY!! Nothing eventful happened, except, when we got onto the open pavement, there was a herd of cattle and when we were nearing our destination we were greeted by the sounds of cheering people. It was so relieving to make it to our destination but to get a taste of what the pioneers went through. After taking some family pictures we were able to go into the church and partake of a delicious meal of strawberry cake, roast beef, salad and orange juice.
It was so relieving to overcome this great challenge and I'm so glad for all the people who made it possible for me to participate.
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