Cynthia and I don't usually agree on much when it comes to the finer points of religion...until now. She tends to be a little bit more conservative than me on many principles. As Kalea so eloquently put it one day. "Mom, Dad you guys are like a piece of string. Mom is like the piece of string that's pulled really tight and Dad is like the string that is really loose".
One of Cynthia's worst childhood memories is anything to do with camping or just being outside in the dirt. She absolutely abhors it. The only way I have been able to talk her into buying camping equipment is to say that it is for emergency preparedness and ranks right up there with the necessity of food storage.
My favorite column to read is by Robert Kirby in the Salt Lake Tribune. I even met him once as a missionary when his bishop suggested that we "go convert him". Recently he was "ordered" by his editor to attend a Pioneer Trek this past week and then to write about it. Not only did he write a column he also kept a little running blog about his adventure. As Cynthia and I were reading it she rolled her eyes and they did that little flutter she does when she becomes especially annoyed. You see, we're not exactly big fans of these treks. She said, "I don't have to experience it to know that it was hard". "I don't know why they have to do it". I on the other hand actually experienced it or at least 22 miles of it anyway. All I remember was to not drink the water and "bucks to the left, does to the right". Oh yea, we also got lost and drank hot water flavored with beef bullion cubes.
I love camping, but pushing a a rickety wooden contraption around JW Marriott's cow pie infested ranch was an experience for someone else. Ditto on girl's camp, I've been there too.
Here is a copy of the link to his blog about his adventure: http://blogs.sltrib.com/kirby/
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