
Oh how much FAITH the pioneers' must have had to get to Salt Lake City. Those 20+ miles that we walked from start to finish were hard, but nothing was compared to the thousand of miles that the really walked. The faith that they had was amazing, the women had the strenghth to pull those hand cart up and down mountain, hills, and through rivers without there husbands ,at times. That first day I have to say was the hardest. There was this hill that we had to push/pull those hand carts up to the to the top. I trip over my skirt a couple of times. (Oh, did I Tell you that we had to dress up like them too) It was muddy, cold, and hard. We had to tell what we felt in are heart after that first on the trek to the families that we were in. I told my family that faith was one of the only ways that the pioneers could have ever made this journey. The second day was easier. One, it was warmer. The men left to go fight for our country, and the women were left to pull the hand carts the rest of the way to camp. On the way, there was this hill that we had to climb up on are own with out the mens help. I could see that it was all the men had to not get up and help us get up that hill. The faith and spirit was there was so strong, all the girls kept going down to help one another with the carts. We knew that we could do it. We knew that we would be able to get to the top. When we say all are parents standing there waving there white flags we knew that it was almost over. When I was in my mom's are i knew that it was over. It is just like the pioneers reaching Salt Lake City. They had faith that they would reach the rest of the saint in the city, and they did. Like I have faith that i would see my farther again, beacuse we ARE modern-day PIONEERS! Some thing I learned on the trek.