Wendy Westergard Journals
June 24, 1997
Location: Silver Creek, Wyoming -
Summary: I slept in the wagon !!!!!
Journal entry: We went 14 miles today.
It was hilly. It was a pretty easy walk, but hard when pulling or
pushing a handcart. It was a sunny day. We climbed up to the top
of a plateau. We could see all around. It was gorgeous. There were
hills and small mountains all around with slick rock sticking out.
In the distance, to the west, we could see the white snow capped
mountains. It was a beautiful sight to see. It was a little scary
to think we'll be walking and climbing over them- rather than driving.
We sang songs and walked together. We have become a close knit family.
We came into camp which is a field. this is the most sagebrush
we've see so far. Putting our tents down has been interesting. Beds
are lumpy because there is absolutely NO flat areas that are clear.
After we all got into camp and got everything taken care of most
everyone went to sleep (nap) Everyone was dog tired. I slept from
1 pm-6 pm. Lots of us woke up for dinner. Dinner is a very social
time. We gather in groups to eat or wander around talking to people
as we eat.
Mike Dunn, the leader of the walkers, shaved off his goatee. He
looks good- and so much younger.
I played cards with Daniel and some of his friends before getting
ready for bed. We played Hearts. It was fun. Daniel is such a fun
kid. He's so energetic and friendly with friendly with people. He's
so tan now, and his hair is bleached REALLY blond. HE's got a bit
of natural curl in his hair and it's a little longer on top. It
looks like he stuck his finger in a socket. He's always got a grin
on his face. He walked barefoot for a couple of miles with Amy and
Cyndi. He kept commenting about how he felt a lot like the pioneers
would have felt. He's growing and feeling some of the spirit of
the trail. I know it.
Tonight I get to sleep in the Anderson's wagon. It has been so
neat to sit on the wagon writing in my journal, looking occasionally
to see the sunset. It is now at the point that the silhouette of
the wagon is outlined by the last of the colorful sunset. The flags
point up at the end of the wagon. I can hear the rustling of the
horses nearby. Their chains jingle when they move their heads and
short. I can hear them paw at the ground with their hooves. The
breeze is gently blowing. It's like being home. This moment I've
dreamed of all my life- sitting here preparing to sleep in a wagon
looking at the sunset. I thank the Lord everyday for this opportunity.
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