Pioneer Treck Part II

Day two of Trek  

began with a beautiful morning.

And yes, port-o-potties were apart of that beautiful morning (it's amazing what you appreciate after a day in the woods, plus, it sure beats what the pioneers had to use!).

Even though we didn't do any "trekking" the second day, it was still packed-full of pioneer activities.

Pres. Holt consulting with other leaders and making plans for the day.

One of our "daughters" assisting Sister Omohondro with breakfast (yet another difference between the real pioneers and us - personal cooks).

Breck enjoying the wondrous bounty!

After breakfast we had fun talking amongst our families,

and playing music? It must be a family thing, only this time Breck's "sister" actually knew how to play the Recorder.

After more instruction from our trail boss,

we gathered in families once again to talk about our pioneer ancestors, as well as shared our own "modern day" pioneer trials and experiences.

Next, came pioneer games.

I am not sure what this game was called, or even the premise, but the kids sure got a kick out of it!

There were games for adults too, like stick pull. I don't know its official name, but it was fun to watch. 

Especially seeing the look on Brad's face when he got crushed by Joe Alexander (bigger does not always mean stronger).

Each family then showed off their own muscles with a game of tug-o-war.

Our family was feeling pretty confident after one win. 

Our victory was short-lived, however, after several families smoked us!

It's not because we didn't try our hardest, you can see it in our faces (well, at least in my face).

Despite the clinching teeth, grunting, and groans, 

we just couldn't hang on!

But it was all in good fun! (maybe we would of won if Joe Alexander was our anchor instead of Brad).

As if we didn't have enough rope burns, all the Ma's got to go head to head. Even though I gave it my best, my noodle arms just couldn't take anymore (and besides, I want to know how many real pioneer Ma's had energy left over to participated in tug-o-wars).

Next, came pioneer crafts. I don't even know if pioneers really painted close pin dolls, or made friendship bracelets, 

but they sure turned out cute, and even looked like the ones on Pinterest (under Pioneer Crafts!) 

After a tough work-out of pioneer games, we were more than ready for an authentic pioneer lunch of taco salad (ok, probably not a staple at the pioneer table, but it was so yummy, and the best part: we didn't have to make it ourselves in the pouring rain!).

The next few hours were spent in reflection,

or individual time spent reading letters from parents (real), scripture study, reading church magazines, meditating,

or napping (for those of us suffering from pure exhaustion).

Each family then had the opportunity to perform a skit of their choosing. Our family chose to reenact the story of Ammon from the Book of Mormon.

As a proud Ma, I have to say that our kids did a pretty good job. And what would the story of Ammon be without arms? 

Another family performing their skit,

and fabulous Ma Kathy and Pa Joe from Georgetown, with McKenzie and Aaron looking on.

As you can see from the colorful array of rain jackets, the weather couldn't decide if it wanted to monsoon, or be hot and muggy. But it did not deter us from the days festivities.

After listening to words of inspiration from our Stake leaders,

it was time to eat our final meal of Trek, only this one we had to prepare (or at least warm in our dutch ovens).

We all inhaled the ham dinner, and dutch-oven cobbler with ice-cream for dessert.

It was then time for one last family photo before returning to our separate homes. Brad and I had such a wonderful time at Trek, and even though it ended up being only two days, we felt it still accomplished the intended goals. We want to thank all of the leaders in front of, and behind the scenes who worked so hard to make this a success, and for our kids who showed total love and respect for each other despite hardly knowing one another before Trek. We will always remember this experience, and the renewed appreciation we have for our ancestors who sacrificed so much, not because we experienced anything remotely close to what they experienced, but because for one small moment during Trek each of us pondered what it might have been like to be a pioneer, and how blessed we are to be right where we are, here and now!