I went on the pioneer trek four years ago, right before I started high school. I hated it. Everyone in my family was an outgoing senior and as an incoming freshman; I knew absolultey no one. To top it off we casually strolled along everyday. So I decided I would not go again this summer even though I had the oppurtunity to do so. However. One of my friends wanted to go, so I went again, so that she could go.
This here is our family on the last day right after our 14 mile hike. There was a little stream by the camp that we got to play in before we cooked dinner and set up camp.
While on the 14 mile hike over rocky ridge we had to go through these huge mud bogs.
We had square dancing one afternoon.
My Ma and Pa had recently returned from a trip to Mexico, where they purchased real bull whips and lassos to bring on the trek. I couldn't get the hang of it.
We did lots of water crossings.
The boys of the family.
The girls of the family.
My Ma and Pa.
I really enjoyed trek this time around. My family was great. I'm glad my friend wanted to come along, it would have been a totally different experience without her. I'm thankful to live in a day and age where I'm not asked to trek across the country on foot. Sure I've had to move a couple times in my life due to my father's job, but I've never had to leave everything behind and start over in a foreign land. 
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