But we haven't posted about The Trek yet and it was way more fun than moving. Wait, it was like moving but not really. Anyway, our excuse to wear hats. I did don the bonnet when required but I avoided it except when the wind was blowing and my head was cold. Not really fashion statement.
Meet Ma and Pa Harrell. Only Dick decided we should be the grandparents so we were known affectionately as Grandma and Grandpa H.
The horse that almost killed Pres. Clayton. He was skiddish and eventually there was an accident which I don't have the details of but Pres Clayton got rolled over on by the horse. He should have shot the horse but it was a rental.
My favorite part besides walking. Cooking. It was all dutch oven and they kids were very helpful. Because they were very hungry by dinner time. Which the first night was about 9pm. Or later if you weren't really handy with a dutch oven. Fortunately I caught on fast and we came up with some shortcuts so our meals were always done asap.
Our stake borrowed these handcarts from the Soldotna Stake who trekked several years ago. They were featured on the cover of the New Era that year. We were Moroni's chosen. Of course.