Crossing the plains

We finished our 3 days of seminary and institute training in Provo and then we began our trek to Duluth. I will never forget our days of training because so often we felt the Spirit  while we learned and taught.  I can't describe it with earthly words, so just believe that it was marvelous!

We left Provo on Wednesday afternoon and traveled up to Bear Lake for a little r&r at the Christensen cabin.  We enjoyed milkshakes, M&M's, chicken soup, book recommendations, Words with Friends and lots of naps (we both have colds.).


                              
We left on Friday morning and we have been crossing the plains in reverse from our pioneer ancestors. Across the sagebrush plains of Wyoming and the grassy prairies of South Dakota. It is all springtime green, everywhere you look. With each passing mile, I feel the distance increase between my family and friends in the West and the unknowns of Minnesota.  So hard to keep moving East.

We stopped in Wyoming at Martin's Cove, where the handcart pioneers were caught in a blzzard and so many died.  Ron's ancesters,  John and Ruth Briggs and family were here in 1856. ( See story)

We are marooned in Sioux Falls, South Dakota for Sunday and will roll onward Monday. We should play a little theme song music right here.