We went up on Thursday morning. It is a long six hour drive from here to there, but it we all made it safely. Once there we set up camp. With about 200 people there you can imagine what camp looked liked full of tents and what not. Once set up we were recruited into teams to play games. We played water volleyball, which my team won, This board walk game, which my team won, human Foosball, where my team tied, and a relay race where you had to partner up with one of your team members and hold a tennis ball with your foreheads. You then had to run down to a poll and back without letting the ball fall to the ground...this my team also won. After the races we then had to put on skits. Each group received a bag of props, all of which had to be used. My group had a construction vest, a hula lea, and a pair of big red foam lips. This is the song that my group came up with. And yes, we did have actions to the whole thing. "I looked out the tent and what did i see, two hot lips kissing under the tree. Spring has brought me such a nice surprise, a hula dancer and a construction guy. If I could take three wards a make a treat, a rescue party would be so sweet. Is is really so, yes it is to me. a rescue party perfect for you and me." We got second place with this. They said that if we had actually kissed then we would have gotten first. To bad we didn't know that before hand. After all of the games we had dinner and then we went to the Hip-Hop Hoedown. All of us gathered over in a big clearing and the missionaries that stay there taught us different pioneer dances. We did the Virgina Reel and Oh Johnny Oh. It was a lot of fun and very tiring. The dancing continued though back at our camp with hip hop, swing, and line dancing till ten. Then we watched The Blindside and went to bed around 2 in the morning.
On Friday we were up bright and early. I believe that i was out of bed at 5:45 am. I helped cook breakfast and got ready for the day. After breakfast was over we were all instructed to put our tents down so the wind would not blow them over, get your gear together, pack a lunch and be ready to go by 10:15. We first went to Independence Rock. It was really cool to be able to walk around it and see the names that had been carved into it by all different people at all different times in history. It is one of the neatest things to know that you are standing in place where so many great people had stood before you.
From there we went over to Martin's Cove. We all ate lunch first at the visitors center. We then had an orientation about Martin's Cove where we watched videos about what happened there and what to expect for our afternoon. We then grouped ourselves into families of ten and went over to the handcarts. Each family was given a handcart to pull along the trail. Once we were all really we started forward and walked to dirt trail up near the cove. They don't let you take the handcarts up into the actual cove so they have a stopping point where you can park them and then walk the last mile up. The Martin's Cove itself has such a feeling of peace and wonder. There is no way to describe how it felt to be there.
After we all left the cove when then got our handcarts and headed down to the Sweatwater River. There the missionaries told us stories about those pioneers who had to cross the river and those great rescuers who carried the people across the river on that frozen November day. We then had the opportunity to go down to the bank and cross the river ourselves. We each took off our shoes and headed into the chest deep water. It was cold and fast moving and is about 30 feet across. Luckily we also had our own rescuers with us. Eight great men stood in the water and made a line across the river. They helped each of us cross and made sure that we never lost our footing or went under in the water. We all crossed the river in silence. Once I was across I looked back to watch the other continue to cross as well. It was such a great sight to see each person enter the water and walk to the other side. At that moment I was so grateful for the rescuers, the ones of old and the current ones in the water. It struck me that God's angels still exist today. It struck me that they not only live, but that they are us. God's angles are those who are willing to step forward and act. They are those who will go and do what is asked of them no matter the consequences.
Once everyone had crossed the river we went back to our handcarts and trekked it back to the visitors center. From there we went back to camp and had dinner and played some games. Afterwords we had a devotional about what we learned and our testimonies of the places we went. It was such a great experience to hear what others had learned that day and what they took from the experiences that we all had had.
Saturday we woke up, ate breakfast, and broke down camp. Then we all headed on our six hour drive for home. My group stayed at camp and helped clean up the area and make sure that everything got to where it needed to be. Then we headed down the Wyoming Trail towards home. All feeling both a great sense of sadness for leaving but joy for having been there to experience it.
I have to say that I have come home being a changed person. I can't even begin to express to you what I learned and how it felt to be there. There is just no way to capture it in either a picture or words. I not only learned so much about the past and the pioneers, but I was also able to learn a lot about myself and who I want to become and who I want to be in my life. I truly enjoyed every moment that I spent on this trip and was sad to see it end. Even though this trip was barely three days, it changed something in me and I will forever remember it and forever be grateful to it.
