Trek

Every four years snowflake has a trek, it's where the youth of the church dress up as pioneers and walk and walk and walk while pulling handcarts. our's lasted for four days and three nights and we couldn't bring anything that wasn't on the list. And everyone is placed into a family which has a Ma and Pa and usually there is about 12 kids in each family, and we don't get much to eat, so basically we are just experiencing a tiny bit of what the pioneers went through. My Ma and Pa were the Bjorn's and before the trek i had never talked to either of them and now i love them to death they were so much fun and the kids in my family i knew a few of them but wasn't close with them at all and now i am, On the first day of the trek we walked from like 12pm to 1:30 am , at about the tenth mile we all stopped and the leaders said for all the men to follow them and the girls and the Ma's need to stay with the handcart and then we found out that there was a steep, steep, rocky hill that was two miles long and the girls only were to push and pull these heavy handcarts by our selves up the whole hill, and we were not to talk at all and the men had to watch us struggle and struggle to get these handcarts up that hill, Fortunately my family had strong girls and we were able to get up the hill, it was one of the hardest things i had done in my whole life and before i left for the trek justin told me to be a "packing mule" and just book it up, so while i was on the bar of the handcart pulling with all i had i kept on thinking of what justin said and i know it sounds weird but haha that actually kept me going. The trek was so much fun we did a lot of stuff like make homemade butter, chop off a live chickens head, skin it, gut it and fry it, walked 22 miles and became close with complete strangers. i had so much fun and was really sad to leave.