You are currently browsing the daily archive for June 10th, 2009.
My husband is going on *Treck. Alone. Without me.
Yee-haw!
I’ll be honest, the thought of tromping around the prairie for three days and three nights without the convenience of lipstick or a bath, all the while chaperoning a few hundred horny teenagers without any manufactured entertainment to ocupy their little addled minds, kind of makes me woozy.
And the thing is, I know people who would kill to go on Trek. Apparently getting picked as a ward Ma and Pa is considered a high-currency calling around here. My girlfriend will spend this next week in mourning due to her husband’s newly booted broken leg. (They were supposed to be a Ma and Pa, then he fractured his leg. He wanted to wait until after Trek to get the boot. His doc said that would be fine, as long as he was okay with having a “real” pioneer experience. Tricia offered to just put him down if it got too bad, but he decided to stay home in the end.)
So my good, sweet, overworked husband has been slaving away collecting tin cans and suspenders for his journey into the unknown. To be honest, Trek is kind of like EFY in pioneer garb, minus the ra-ra cheers and plus 50 miles of walking. Again, have I mentioned that I don’t have to go?
Personally, I can feel the Spirit just fine from my living room, without the mosquitos and the rain ponchos. Hey, I wasn’t saved for the latter days for nothing.
*Trek is a three day excursion where the Mormon youth head into the wilderness, dressed in pioneer clothes, and pull handcarts over a really long distance. It’s designed to help them appreciate how good they’ve got it, while creating lasting friendships and gaining a better understanding of the Gospel and the sacrifices so many have made to make it available for us. Also for torture.
