Trek

I have a lot to say, and....I don't know where to start. I have posted this same thing on facebook. But for those who are not friends of mine on facebook will know how my weekend at trek was.

Lets start backwards, with Squeezy Pete.
Squeezy Pete was my family's little baby brother. He was a baby doll, and on the first day we were told to take care of him, and love him. We did love him, and take care of him, but we also got sick of him....REAL fast. On the last day of trekkin', we got a note that told us his life story. Peter was a baby who was in the Martin handcart company, as most of you should know, the Martin handcart company struggled with snow, and bad handcarts, and they ran out of food. He had 6ish siblings and his Ma and Pa were very ill. Him and his Pa died while sleeping in his Pa's arms in the middle of the night. Becca, my sister was very attached to Peter. She loved him, and had a hard time with Squeezy Pete dying. Since Peter died, we had to bury him. Chris, Drake, Josh, Becca, Pa, and I were the only ones there for his "Funeral". It was a very humbling experience for me, because it made me thing about what I go through if I had to bury my baby sister Jainna on the road to Zion if I were a pioneer. Most of us were crying, and it was very difficult. We weren't even that found of Pete! But we still loved him, he was our baby and he entertained us a lot. As we buried him, we sang "God be with you till we meet again"

Next. The womens pull. My favorite part of the whole trek.

The womens pull represented what the women had to do when the men had to leave. Us women had to pull our hand carts up one of the hardest hills in the whole trek, by ourselves. It was very steep. I am yet to find a picture, but you will be amazed when you see it. We sisters of the church combined two families to make it easier to pull up the hand carts, which meant we had to pull two handcarts up there. Before we trekked up the hill, my sister Amber offered a prayer. She asked Heavenly Father if he could take the burden, if we would do the walking. Us women, using all the power and will we had, got closer and closer to the top of the hill. It was, indeed, the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. All of my brothers were standing up at the top of the hill, singing "Come, Come Ye Saints". When I heard them singing that, I started to crying. Everyone was crying. The Spirit was so strong. When we finally got to the top, my big brother Josh was up there, and he gave me a big, giant, big brother hug. And we just cried. Then we had to go get the other handcart. I am just going to say that on the second handcart, we did none of the work. Heavenly Father did it all. It was easy. Very easy. We got to the top and we just sat down and rested.

My testimony grew bounds that day. I knew, right then and there, that my Heavenly Father, knows me, loves me, and is willing to help me if I have the faith. He took the burden, and we just walked up the hill, just as Amber had asked. I am so thankful for that experience.

Last but certainly NOT least. My family. I had the best family anyone could ask for. Ma and Pa were so great and so caring. They were the best anyone could asked for. I had the sweetest brothers ON THE PLANET, and I love them to DEATH, and my sisters.....well, lets just leave it at that. I can't describe how great they were. I was so glad we had no drama, or fighting, or crankyness, and everyone was happy all the time. I love my family so much, as my sisters and I say "Trek family's are forever as long as you get sealed in the dust of CRAZYNESS"!! I can't thank them enough for letting me have an amazing time.
WE WIN!!!!!!!!!!!! And you will double win if you climb aboard the Mormon ship.

Love,
Brianne