We did it (again)! We were asked to be Ma and Pa for our stake trek this year and we had a great time. Our "kids" were so amazing and we had a lot of hard workers. I had strict orders from my doctor to not lift anything, run, jump, or twist...so that made things difficult for handcart pulling. I never pulled the handcart. I touched it once or twice, but had my hand swiped away.
These photos were taken by the stake photography committee, so I didn't know they were being taken. I think I am whistling?
Our "daughters" would always stay back and walk with me on the downhills because the cart would usually be run down the hills. This is Jessie--I really got to know our girls really well because of all the walking and talking on the downhill portions of the 26 miles or so we hiked in 3 days.
This is the women's pull. This is where the boys are asked to step to the side of the cart and not touch it for a mile or so. This was to reenact how many times the men were called away to hunt for food, were ill, left to militias, or died along the trail. It was a good experience for our girls. They did so well--I was so bummed to not be able to pull with them. I cheered them on really loud and encouraged them instead. They were tough and made it without their "mother" who was also ill or dead or something.
I love these two photos because it appears that I am smiling just to myself along the trail.
My handsome pioneer husband (with a funny hat). He was such a good Pa scooping up wet cow pies so our girls wouldn't have it at the entrance to their tent or under it. He spent hours making sure they were well taken care of. I love him!
