Trek. No, THE Trek

We trekked! What joy! Because we are still pretty much trekking along like busy little latter-day pioneers, here's some quick pictureage (all provided by, of course, Dad) and summary of the trek. (And that is THE trek. None of this "trek" stuff without an article in front. I mean, in the front.)

Thursday morn, we started out tired!

After many hours on the bus, we arrived and ate. (Who takes a picture during the prayer?! Is that even allowed!? Amen, sister!)

That night we danced! Oh, Johnny, oh, Johnny, OH!!! (You might not think it would be organized. Afterwards, you could say, "I told you so")

Handcart retrieval the next morning was also wonderful. (Is that another praying picture, or is the sun too bright? We aren't sure)

Martin's Cove was as spectacular as ever, if not better than ever.

And the river crossing was great! About 80 feet skinnier than theirs, 80 degrees warmer than theirs, and 80% easier than theirs. Incomprehensible for us, as were most of their trials!

The Mormon Battalion proved to be one of the greatest experiences of the trek, and Bum and her family made it up the hill as all the boys stood respectfully and silently on the sidelines. Different, but good.

And in the end, we all looked pretty authentic and rough. But not because of the food- no, no, no! Mom did a GREAT stinking job on the food, and she now deserves a billion days of vacation without a second thought to the trek, providing the most wonderful of nourishment and coming in 500 dollars under budget! Dad gratefully bottom fed, but he also contributed a great deal with his stories and consistent photography. And Bum had the greatest family and the greatest time, and I was just grateful to go again, and to have all my at home family not at home with me was fabulous! Westward Ho!