Zach and I were asked to go up to the trek site on the last day and help shuttle some of the kids home. I didn't realize that this meant we would actually get to see them pushing the handcarts up the last stretch and be their first sight of modern civilization again. It was pretty cool, I have to admit, and made me want to go on the next trek in 4 years when Emmy will be 16. I know I won't get Zach to go, so it won't be as a "ma and pa" duo, but maybe I can be a "big sister" or a widowed aunt to a family or something like that.
My biggest worry was the weather. The forecast showed near or below freezing temps every night, mild temps in the days around 60's and big chance of thunderstorms every day. I prayed every night that my boy was comfortable at night. He said that it was really cold but the 0 degree sleeping bag I got him the day before he left saved him. There was frost on the tents in the morning and some people were really miserable. He said one day at lunch it was a downpour and even started to hail. Families started praying for a break in the weather, and the storm stopped almost immediately after.
Connor went on and on about how good the food was. This is also another fear of mine - that my incredibly picky son will starve on scout camps, pioneer treks and eventually on his mission. They had beef stew, peach cobbler which he actually tried (wow) and chicken and rice to name a few dishes. I was a little envious hearing his description of some of the meals.
Several of the women from my ward told me that whenever they saw him (they were in different families), he had the biggest smile on his face and appeared to be having a great time which made me so happy to hear.
The actual pioneer that he was representing was William Page who at 17 years old was sent ahead of his family because of financial reasons across the Atlantic Ocean and on to Salt Lake City. Whenever I thought about my worries of sending Connor on this 4 day experience, I tried to imagine the feelings of William's mother sending her son nearly the same age on such a huge journey.
Anyone familiar with pioneer trek knows the tradition of the very emotional "women's pull" in which the men are asked to not assist the women in pushing the handcarts up a very large hill. This represents when the women were left behind while most of the men went to fight the war. It's a very emotional event, both for the girls/women who have the huge task of getting the heavy carts up the hill but also for the boys watching the girls and not being able to help them. Connor said that as soon as the leaders said they could help, it was the biggest relief of his life and he ran as fast as he could to help his "sisters" and "ma".
Other than being sunburned, dirty and stinky, he survived and is a better person for it, he says. I'm still holding out for a guest blog post and if he ends up doing it, I'll still post it. But here are a few pictures I captured when I went to pick them up...
Simon anxiously awaiting the sight of Connor rounding the bend

He was stripping as soon as he was allowed to. The next thing he asked for was his phone :)

Amy Camp, Aubrie Coutts and Kristan Whitney - three girls from our ward who somehow lucked out and were put in the same family.
So happy to see his big bro!

Connor's family
Everyone from our ward who went




