
The Promise: Pioneer TREK
“Your calling is to walk 32 miles over 4 days acting as Ma & Pa to 9 kids you’ve never met, everyone dressed in vintage 1840’s clothing you’ll make yourself, while pulling a handcart weighing between 800-1,000 lbs, to re-enact the Pioneers crossing the upper plains of Wyoming arriving into Utah.” I don’t know what kind of crazy stuff your Church asks you to do, but this wasn’t an ask, it was an assignment, and my wife & I readily accepted. We had been assigned to the same 4 years prior, the last time our community participated in the Pioneer TREK, but the doctor at the E.R. told us we couldn’t attend due to a legitimate last minute illness, so this was our chance at redemption. Truth is, I’m about as helpless in this type of situation as your stereotypical man is assumed to be. I mean come on – tying knots, setting up and packing camp, creating shade out of tarps, fixing blisters, kids and wife expecting me to know what I’m doing while acting like I do… Had they asked me for a performance, to play the piano, to tell a story or joke, even to type






