I meant to update about this sooner, but didn't get around to it 'til now. Anyway, I went on Trek with my ward(church ward, in case that wasn't clear). The last time they had done it I was 13 and not old enough to go(it's for youth ages 14-17, generally). They waited five years to do it again, so this time I was technically too old. But this happened to enough people that the 18 year olds were allowed to go.
In case you don't know what Trek is, I'll explain it. It's something that Mormons do in honor of the pioneers that crossed the plains, yadda yadda. Most specifically, the handcart companies. My ward went to Martin's Cove, which we consider a special place(or something like that). Brief history, the Martin and Willie handcart companies got caught in an early winter and a bunch of the people died. Martin's cove is an important place in that history. We saw where the rescue party came to help the Martin company, walked where they walked, all that fun jazz. We also got to go to Rocky Ridge. Which is neat because only a few trek groups are allowed to go on it a year (due to trail maintenance. The condition of the path decline over some years so they had to start regulating it). Anyway, I walked pushing/pulling a handcart with my Trek family for about 26ish miles. It's unclear to me how much we actually walked. I have an approximation though.
People keep asking my how it was. Normally I would say it was fun. But I specifically wrote in my journal that I was not having fun. It was a bit of a struggle for me. My hip decided to hurt whenever I walked, and since Trek is all about walking and walking and walking... not fantastic. I could barely walk around camp. But, anyway, I do not regret going. It was a great experience, even if I didn't exactly have fun. If someone asked me if I wanted to do it again in the future, I would say no. I don't really want to do it again. XD
When I got home, I had never been happier to have a shower. I was on Trek for three nights, and that's a long time to go without a shower. You just feel gross. And I got sunburns to nurse. Only on my face and neck though. Pretty much everywhere else was covered the majority of the time(well, my hands tanned a little bit, while my arms did not. But it's not too noticeable, thank goodness).
Moving on, I did a little bit of job searching with taichikitty
. Because I need a job. I need to spend some time getting a food handler's permit, but have a stunning lack of time the past couple of days. Then turn in some job applications for Chelsea and myself.
School is going to be starting up soon enough. First year of college... yay. I'm nervous. Anyway, free time might be a little crunched for me. We'll see how everything works out, I guess. Hopefully well.
Next, the annual family camp out. Or, as my dad called it, the yearly family fight. He likes to call it that, but it's really not so bad. The people who usually cause the 'family fight' didn't come(my aunt and uncle, btw. Because they're currently angry with my grandpa. Long story short, they were living in a house my grandparents were renting out to them, and they didn't pay the rent, so my grandpa kicked them out. And now they're mad. They do that. Don't pay rent then get upset when people kick them out. Well, mostly my uncle. Geeze, dude, stop mooching and grow up.)
Anyway, it was okay. Other one of my uncles almost went off about the boy scouts program. My dad thinks the church should stop using it, while my uncle supports it(apparently it's his entire life, according to me dad. Sounds like an exaggeration, but whatever).
That's all I got for now.