Marlene Terry |
Almost
every year that I remember, there are youth groups attended by brave adult
leaders who sometime during the summer, and in honor of ancestors,
spend a few days learning about pioneers in a profound and hands-on way.
Dressed in
clothing of that period and leaving their high tech toys at home, the groups
divide into assigned families, load olden day handcarts with the necessities
and then pull, push or move them in any way necessary to get where they are
going.
The
journey? Just like true pioneers, not on any paved roads, but out in
desert valleys, trekking along, as they sing, tell stories to one another and when
the going gets tough, assisting one another up and down unusually steep and foreboding
canyon trails.
I'm sharing
a photo of the kids from our church who trekked recently.
The look,
I'm sure you will agree, is old — easily a hundred years ago or more. That is,
had there been a camera available back then.
Hard to
believe I think, that teens of the modern-day world would CHOOSE to do a four-day, campout in the heat and dirt
of ... nowhere, really. ... Many of our kids didn't even know where they where were or
where they were going. But as one told me: "We had trust in our leaders
and we knew we were being watched over."
"Trek was
amazing," commented a leader with tears welling up in her eyes.
"There we were out in the middle of nowhere, dirty, tired and hot. But
that dusty, barren trail became a holy place to us all. ... I'd do it again in
a heartbeat! "
... And I'm pretty sure that explains why we, the
descendents of those original brave, and faithful pioneers, are here
in this beautiful place enjoying what they made possible.
♦ Hope
you'll let me share your stories and photos here at my new residence "In a
Nutshell." Email me at nutshellstories@gmail.com.
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