Mr. D and I have lived in our new ward for 3 months and we were asked to be a Ma and Pa on the next trek for our youth in the ward. OMG!!!!! I am so freakin' out right now. Why you may ask? Because I am not the hiking type. I don't even like to go shopping because my feet start to hurt. Ugh.
I know this will probably be an amazing experience. One that I will never forget. At least that's what I've heard. I just I hope that I won't forget this experience because it was so awful! I am not an outdoorsy girl. I am allergic to a lot of outdoorsy things and prefer to sleep inside with all of the many comforts that I have been blessed with. Example: My sleep number bed. I never sleep well in other places anymore.
My shower. I can't sleep when I'm dirty. I know that I will probably be so tired that I won't care, but I still can't fall asleep. I feel like I'm itchy when I go to bed dirty. It's disgusting! I know that my pioneer ancestors did it, but they kind of had to. They had to get to somewhere better where they would be safe. I don't have to do this. I'm not going to die if I don't do this.
In lots of ways my parents kind of did a disservice to me by never taking me camping or hiking. The only camping I did was in the back of my dad's truck for one night for Father's and Daughters. My mom was NOT the nature type. She can appreciate nature, but it's from her front porch of her cabin/house in the mountains.
Mr. D could not be more thrilled. This is right up his outdoor lovin' alley. Heaven help us. The first thing he asked was if he could bring his mule on the trek. Show off. He is so excited to see if these kids can actually hack it. They might have a harder time pulling the handcart with me sitting in it. :)
Well here's to being ripped out of your comfort zone, forced to dress in period clothing and sleeping under the stars with 8 teenagers and a handcart. Oh my, what fun.
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