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Show 12 waited until Brother Peters wasn't looking, and then he flipped the camera off with both hands. The next day we again walked all day, stopping periodically for water and fruit snacks. At each stopping point, there were planned activities. The leaders would demonstrate, to varying degrees of success, how to make butter, soap, and candles; how to start a fire; and how to identify edible desert plants. These activities made the day stretch much longer. Back on the trail, I began fantasizing about mutual activities I used to consider long: a trip to the Church Office Building, for example. We had to carpool all the way up to Salt Lake. Inside the building, there was a mural of Jesus talking to the disciples along the entire wall. It was Jesus' giant sandaled foot, and not his eyes, that followed you as you walked from one side of the lobby to the other. Then we rode the elevator to the top, walked outside, looked at Salt Lake City. Elevator back down. The drive home had always seemed endless, at least until lined up next to the option of pulling the handcart for three straight days. Our next campground was already established for us. It was on property with a small lake that was owned by the stake. I had been there before. There were canoes chained to the shore and a zipline that didn't ran all the way across the water but was good for gliding halfway and dropping in. |