Dan and I trecked along with the YM and YW in June. It was a unique experience that made me feel a deep reverence for those pioneers who died and those that nearly died. This picture was "before" - - I don't have an "after", but we ended up covered in mud. It had rained the day before and we did plenty of slopping through the mud. We blindly followed our leaders, who lead us down a wrong turn. To get back on the trail, we did our own "seventh-crossing" of the sweetwater. It turned out to be the best part of the trek. When we crossed the real Sweetwater river, it was so high we pulled our handcarts across the bridge, and crossed with a rope. I nearly got swept downstream! The current was stronger than I thought it was and that stupid long skirt acted like a sail. I finally got my footings, but I was pretty freaked out. By the way, we've got some amazing youth in our ward. I was impressed with their good attitudes, hard work, and testimonies.
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