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Show 10 GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND FIX YOURSELF A SNACK, even if it is in the middle of the night, and even if you are not hungry, and despite your fears of gaining weight." There was no kitchen in the mountains. Apostle Petersen also advised us to pray, but not to mention the topic, which we should avoid "at all times at any cost." So I tried that, but I wasn't sure what to say and had a hard time changing the subject. "Heavenly Father.. .thank you for tents. Also, if it be Thy will, maybe the pioneer trek could end a day or two early like the scout camp canceled due to weather a year ago." The praying kind of worked and I was able to distract myself by thinking about handcarts. The walking wasn't bad. The weather was cooler in the mountains than it would have been in the neighborhood. I did regret encouraging Cody and his love of wrestling. Not only did he hate the NWO, whatever that was, with a scary intensity, but sometimes he stopped pushing so he could emulate an elbow drop by the Macho Man Randy Savage. But otherwise there was a nice rhythm to placing one dusty foot in front of the other, feeling the sweat on my forehead, and watching the sunlight flicker between the trees. Unfortunately, two hours into walking the second day, one of the wagons suggested the time would move faster and more agreeably if we tried to sing. |