Pioneers are cool

Wow. The trek is done. I went. I pulled. I sweated. I loved it. Pulling a handcart 25 miles is one of the best things I've ever done. It certainly is one of the hardest physical feats I've accomplished. Once you walk in the pioneers steps, learn about what they went through, and actually experience 1/100th of what they went through, then you have a slim idea of what faith really is. Then you get an idea of what sacrifice is. I wish everyone could, and would have the chance to go. I honestly didn't really want to go, but I am so glad I did. I wish all of us went when we were kids. It probably would have been even more powerful.
I would encourage everyone to read about the Martin and Willie handcart companies, so you know what they did for you. You have a totally different view of what it means to "grow up in the bubble" when you realize hundreds died so we could. They were gathering to Zion so they could have the chance to live with people of their own faith. Many of us have that chance because of them. I have a pioneer ancestor named Elijah Knapp Fuller, and owe him my life in Utah. Having this experience has made me rethink being critical of life here. Let's not be so critical of living with less than perfect LDS people here. We are SO privileged. Many were buried in unmarked, snow-covered, shallow graves thousands of miles from their homes so that I could enjoy Zion, and I want them to know it is appreciated more than they ever know.


