The Pioneer Trek – a primary talk

We got back from the Pioneer Trek Saturday evening and Brynlee was asked to give a talk the next day in primary. She chose to speak on the Pioneer Trek. Here is the sweet little talk that she wrote:

Last week my family went on a pioneer trek to Martins Cove. It was hard work, but a lot of fun.  We pulled handcarts for twelve miles in two days. I got to be in the very front and lead the way. We wore pioneer clothes and got to cross the Sweetwater River, just like the pioneers did a long time ago.  We heard a lot of stories about the pioneers and the hard things that they did. My favorite part of the pioneer trek was when we hiked up to the cove. It was very, very hot, but lots of fun. The cove is where the pioneers in the Martin Handcart Company went to find shelter from the bad winter weather. It was so fun to spend time with my family. I know that when we do good activities together as a family we will be strengthened. I love spending time with my family.

The Pioneer Trek – a photo album

The Pioneer Trek – a journal entry

So we survived the pioneer trek. Not only did we survive, we actually quite enjoyed! It was a neat experience, and Spence and I have both mentioned numerous times that we are so glad that we didn’t pass up on the opportunity. Kudos to my Uncle Jim and Aunt Rose for organizing everything, they did a fantastic job. The whole experience made me fall even more deeply in love with my family. And God too. I know he is real. And that he is mindful of me. And you. This experience has given me a new-found will to develop a deeper relationship with Him. It put things into perspective and reminded me why I am really here and what is really important. Not that I had forgotten entirely, but a refresher is always a good thing.

The mosquitoes were terrible. The car ride long. The preparation consuming. At times it was really, really hot. And at another time there was a terrible hail storm with thunder so loud that it shook the tent and scared Marlee to tears. My camera battery died and I didn’t get to take many pictures. Our entire water cooler spilt on Marlee – drenching her from head to toe. And then our tent got taken over by ants. And I missed a lot of the pioneer stories because I was busy with children – I hope we weren’t too disruptive for others.

But the experience was one that made every bit of it worth it.

My little Jace was upfront pulling the handcart the entire time. Right next to his dad and his grandpa. It would choke me up from time to time watching him up there pulling our load, alongside two of my most favorite men. He was too short to see over the handcart, so he’d keep his head down, his hat barely above his eyes, watching his feet for direction. He was so determined and I was amazed by his strength to keep on.

We were the captain handcart the first day and so our handcart was placed in the very front.  Brynlee so enjoyed being in the front, and I had to remind her from time to time to not get to far ahead of the group. Out of everyone in our family, she was the most excited to set out on this adventure. She loved gathering pioneer clothes, and preparing our camping supplies. I said multiple times before we headed out on trek that I was doing it for Brynlee – she wanted to go so badly. The day before we left she got sick and I wondered if she would be well enough to go. I mentioned the idea of not going to her and she promised me by the time we made it to camp she would be all better. And she was. 

Marlee was a trooper. She rode the bumpy handcart pretty well the first day and only complained when she would have to be put back into the handcart after a break. But then, during the women’s pull, the water cooler tipped over on her. After that she was so over riding in the handcart. The second day I carried her for most of the trek, passing her off from time to time to Grandpa and Spencer to catch my breath as we hiked the mountain into the cove. That night, in the tent, as I watched my children sleep I cried. Maybe a little out of exhaustion, some because of a great testimony meeting that we had just had, but mainly because I realized that there was an object lesson in me having to pack Marlee around on my hip as we walked the six miles that day. What a simple task it seemed to Marlee for me to carry her as I hiked. Not because she was being selfish or because she expected too much, but because I’m her mom! And as such I’m her superhero – her protector, her strength, her safety. Just as I thought my mom and dad were superheroes capable of saving the world, my kids too believe that Spence and I are capable of … well, everything. I’m so lucky that God trusted me enough to allow me to mother Brynlee, Jace and Marlee. I realize that there will be a time - probably sooner than later - where my kids will realize that Spence and I aren’t superheroes; that we are actually quite average, at best. But I hope I am always strong enough to carry them (so to speak) when they feel tired, or scared or overwhelmed. And I hope they always trust me enough to allow me to do so.

Marie was asked to sing a song at the top of Martin Cove. The Prayer of a Walking Child. My camera was dead so I didn’t get to record it, but she sounded just like an angel. She has talent. I’m so proud of my baby sister. She’s a sweet girl, with a kind heart. A while back Zeb joked that it’s going to be completely overwhelming for the lucky guy that Marie brings home to meet her parents. He will have to be introduced to her mom and dad, and her mom and dad, and her mom and dad, and her other mom and dad, and her mom and dad, and one more mom and dad. Bless his heart. Because she is so much younger than us I think we all feel the need to mother her. But it’s because we love you, Marie. You are pretty special to all of us. 

We trekked with about 80 members of my extended family, ranging in age from about 6 months to about 66 years old, I believe.  A sight that I am certain made Grandpa and Grandma smile in heaven. After the women’s pull it started to rain. A steady sprinkle that was enough to cool you off and wet your hair but not enough to soak you completely. Brynlee asked if she could get her rain poncho out. The missionary that was trekking with our family that day overheard her, and told her that she might not need her poncho because it wasn’t really raining, that it was actually just Grandpa and Grandma crying in heaven. I believe him, and I soaked in that rain. Grandpa and Grandma had to have been so proud.

Because Spence and my little family and dad and Marie were the only members of our immediate family able to attend the trek we were put into a pioneer “family” with my cousin Willy, his wife Meagan and their sweet little girl Reece. Reece is five years old, a social butterfly, cute as can be, and also blind - but you would never know that unless you were told. I loved watching Reece. Her lack of sight did not slow her down in the least. I’m still in awe at her abilities. She was independent, cheerful, a little mother to the other children and certainly wasn’t defined by her inability to see. But as much as I loved watching Reece, I loved watching Meagan mother Reece even more. Sometimes I have a hard time allowing my children to define who they are without me hovering. I have this overwhelming need to protect them. I’ve realized this trait in myself and in the last year or so have been really aware and consciously trying to be better. And I think I’ve made improvements, although there is still room for more. But it’s hard at times, and sometimes it even hurts. But as I watched Meagan mother Reece I took mental notes. She never doubted Reece’s ability and seldom intervened – even when she could see what Reece couldn’t. She would let her discover for herself. Reece never said I can’t, and Meagan never told her you can’t. Because she could. And she would. And if Reece ever felt lost or confused she would holler out “Mom!” and that’s when Meagan would intervene – only when she was asked. “I’m right here, Reece. Turn left.” or “You bag is a far reach to the right Reece, next to the water.” or “Your almost there, Reece, four more steps in front of you.” She never said come back, or don’t climb on that, or you’re going to get hurt you shouldn’t do that. The day we were leaving camp we stopped in front of the Willie Handcart Company sign to take a picture. Reece wanted to “see” the sign. Her parents told her that it was way too high up in the sky to “see”. But she asked again, and again. So Meagan walked her over to the sign. She let her touch the metal base. Then the rocks that held the metal carving of the pioneers. Then she held her and lifted her hand up in the sky, pointing to how high up the sign actually was, and while helping her arm form an arch like the shape of the sign she read her the words of the sign. It was a sweet sight, Meagan not only being Reece’s mom, but also her eyes.

Life is good. God is real. We can do hard things. And will do hard things.  The flag I made for our families handcart had the quote “Come What May and Love It”. Which is easy to do when life is going smoothly, and all is well. But this is life. And like the weather, it changes. Trials come and go. Good times turn into hard time. Weaknesses are uncovered, and smooth sailing tends to get bumpy every now and again. No matter how good summer is, winter always follows. And when the hard times come and the rain starts to fall, I hope that I have the strength and courage to love it too. 

bits and pieces of this and that

I haven’t felt much like writing lately. I've learned that for me it’s a desire that ebbs and flows. An apparently it’s been much more ebb than flow lately. But then sometimes, in all the ebb, I get a tiny flicker of flow. Tonight feels like one of those times. So I’ll write…

I can’t believe that we are nearing July’s end. And there are school supplies lining the aisles of the stores. Bleh. In the past I've been really good at making the kids do a couple workbook pages every day in the summer. Just to keep up on things, you know. But this summer we've really neglected it. In fact, I think we've only pulled out workbooks three or four times all summer long. And that was back the first part of June. I think I should probably remedy that. Especially since all the stores keep reminding me that school is right around the corner.

We've been prepping for our family’s upcoming pioneer trek. And by prepping I actually mean doing absolutely nothing in terms of getting ready for the upcoming pioneer trek, and then worrying and stressing that I've still yet to do anything to get ready for the upcoming trek. We have been reading little pioneer stories each night for scripture study though. And Brynlee is in the process of preparing Monday’s FHE lesson – pioneers are the theme. So that counts as something, right.

We are headed to Martin’s Cove. For four days. It should be …I don’t know, an adventure, maybe?  Grueling? A good experience? Absolutely exhausting? A mix of all of the above, I suppose. I expect there will be times when I question why we agreed to such a stupid thing. But I hope it will also be sprinkled with good memories for the kids. There is something about parading around in the mountains, dressed as our pioneer ancestors, without showers, or television, or any modern conveniences, really, that allows you to feel extremely close to God. That’s the part that makes it all worth it. I hope that’s the part that the kids remember.

Spence and I debated leaving Marlee with one of my sisters since none of them are able to go. But when I mentioned the idea to Brynlee she reprimanded me. “Marlee is part of our family too, mom!” Which true, she is. But she’s also TWO. And the recipe for modern day two year olds doesn't include absence of baths, and the abundance of mosquitoes, and pioneer bonnets, and twelve miles of hiking with a handcart. But Brynlee is right, Marlee is part of our family, and I suppose dragging a two year old along will just make it seem that much more realistic (read: HARD). If I come home after one night on the trail don’t think any less of me. That’s why I was born in a day of modern conveniences and not during pioneer time, thankyouverymuch! Well that, and pillow top mattresses. Oh, and also air conditioning. And razors!

We spent last weekend in SLC with Mom, Dad, Marie, Katie and baby Tyson. On Saturday we had a family dinner. Julie Rogers, an amazing artist who happens to be married to my dad’s cousin, also came and spoke to us. And now that I say that, I not feeling confident that that is how she is related to us. But regardless, somehow we're related. And more importantly her art was absolutely beautiful and her stories were touching. To hear her personal stories behind her artwork was a neat experience. It brought her artwork to life. Then we spent Sunday morning at my cousins missionary farewell, and Sunday evening at Temple Square. And we finished with a bang, packing Monday as full as possible: the zoo, the natural history museum, the planetarium and the children’s museum. In fact, we packed it so full that by Monday night we were all too tired to make the drive home. So instead we drug our luggage back into the hotel and extended our little mini vacation one more night. Since Spence wasn’t able to come with us we were all pretty anxious to get home to daddy come Tuesday morning. Jace especially. Daddy is that boy’s very best friend. Spence made coming home that much cooler and surprised us all with little welcome home gifts. I think he missed us too.

Jami and Zeb stopped by for an unexpected visit this evening. And tomorrow night we are planning a backyard camp-out. Spence has requested s’mores and the kids want glow sticks. I think I will make dutch oven for dinner. Or, on second thoughts, maybe I’ll just warm up something in the microwave. Because that’s the beauty of camping in your own backyard, the microwave is totally an option. And a pioneer I am not!

The kids and I at Temple Square