Margaret Clark Journals
May 31, 1997
Location: Scottsbluff - 541 miles left, Nebraska - Location: 41:52:00N 103:40:00W Elevation: 3880 feet
Summary: Learning the 4 P's of the wagon
train.
Journal entry: So today our trek took
us from Bayard to Scottsbluff. My day started a little earlier than
usual. I reported to the porta-potty boardroom at exactly 10 minutes
to six and helped change the garbage sack in the porta potties and
add new toilet paper. Today I became knowledgeable about the workings
of the Mormon Trail porta-potties. I chose to start with the porta
potties since I consider this the upper most thought in most people's
minds while on the trail. Especially if the need arises. Since my
journaling will cover the actual day-to-day workings of the Trek,
what better area to begin than with the brave three-some who tackle
the task with vim and vigor and toilet brushes at the incredible
hour of 6 o'clock in the morning. And this morning, they were amazingly
full of humor. We chuckled and laughed through the whole day.
Driving the first eight potties (4 male;4 female) is Eugene and
Opal Layman. They are (were) tour guides at the Pioneer Visitors
Center in Florence, Ne. Many weeks ago they were asked if they would
drive the potties for a day.....one day!!! Ha!Ha! And here they
are 6 weeks later. I asked Gene what stirring experiences he had
had in his life that qualified him to do this important task. He
said he was an industrial electrician in his former life and just
has had on-the-job training. He says he feels as qualified as anyone
and demonstrated his abilities at attaching the sewer hose and pulling
the latch. He did that well. I complimented him. He does a cute
little monkey dance when he is happy. Opal did accounting work in
her previous occupational life. I asked her if she has any practical
applications from accounting to porta potty management. She says
it has helped her keep track of each potty and she can count them
from one to eight. Such great talents. I was so impressed. We laughed
through the next half hour of dumping, hosing out, filling with
water and chemicals, restocking, sweeping,scrubbing the seats, etc.
disinfectant spray and so forth. They really looked clean and best
of all....they smelled clean. Gene left to get the second set of
eight potties. They cannot be retrieved until after 7:00 when the
train pulls out. Opal and Lorraine (the driver of the second set
of pots) and I were standing around discussing the intricacies of
porta potty manage- ment when Opal announced "Here he comes."
I said to her "Here who comes?"
She said "Here comes Gene with the other set of pots." Well I turned
around and saw nothing and gave her a rather quizzical look. She
said "Can't you hear them?"
"Hear them? You can hear them?" Well I just about had a rolling
fit of laughter on the ground when I looked up and sure Ánough!
There they were. We all had a good laugh. Sort of like the mommy
at night that can hear the baby cry and no one else can. The same
process was repeated with the second eight potties, all the water
jugs were filled with clean drinking water, we piled into the trucks
and headed out to the trail.
These three people work with such efficiency. They have the routine
down pat. I asked where they have dumped in the past. The communities
have been very willing to cooperate in finding dumpstations, sewer
manholes, state parks, RV parks. In Lisco where the flooding was
quite severe they were very kind to let them dump in an already
overfull septic system.
I rode with Lorraine. She usually is alone and takes care of one
set of eight pots by herself. Lorraine has been a part-time school
secretary with the responsibility of computers. She has also done
janitor work in the schools. She and her husband were missionaries
in Nauvoo when they were released and asked to help camp jack for
the wagon train. They are originally from Fruitland, Idaho, which
is about 50 miles west of Boise.
We drove 4 miles from camp. In this 4 mile distance the potty drivers
had the awesome task of keeping these 8 little houses on the road.
And that was quite a trick. Maximum speed is not very maximum. If
you go even just a little too fast, you can fish-tail the back set
of pots and lose it. This little trick was done a few weeks ago
by a younger, less experienced driver. He got going too fast, the
back potty hit a bridge, and there was a bad clean-up problem.
The trick on driving porta-potties is the 4 p's: Prayer, Porta-potty,
and Prefer Pavement. Lorraine especially stresses the prayer. I
asked her how she keeps these babies on the road. "Prayer" she said
with a smile. We had to pass cars, walkers, handcarts, wagons, horses
and anything else that gets in the way. It was OK on the paved road,
but when we hit the skinny little dirt roads, the task was much
more challenging. We got to the first potty break site, checked
and wiped the seats, took the bungee straps off of the toilet paper
(if you don't secure the TP rolls, they will unroll on the road
and loose all the paper on the floor). I was surprised, but the
train was right behind us. We had barely gotten the tasks done when
the people arrived. There was not time to do anything else. Lorraine
says that sometimes before the first break she does have time to
enjoy the serenity of the countryside, but not very often. It is
then that she has thought about the incredible accomplishments of
the pioneers and what they accomplished, and they did it with so
little! She says she really feels the spirit of the pioneers when
the handcart and walkers pull in. She has a great deal of caring
for their aches and pains.
The wagons pulled out and the handcarts pulled right in. There
was a huge number of walkers today--270. It took a long time to
service them. It is going to be a hot, hot day today, so Lorraine
guards the drinking water and makes sure it is not wasted for washing
hands. The walkers move out and we go to work again.
We have to put bungee cords on the TP, and lock each door, then
away we go.
The hardest task is passing the train. It takes usually a half
mile to pass the walkers and at least a mile to pass the wagons.
The shoulders on the road are non-existent and you can't honk(you'll
scare the horses) . It is quite a delicate art to driving these
children. I told Lorraine they reminded me of my children: they
follow right behind you, you have to clean them up and service them
and you can't live without them. They can be such a pain, but you
just can't live without them.
The next break is a little more delicate. The pots have been used,
so whatever splashed out and around has "brown flecks, blue flecks,
and white flecks." (This is a quote). So, Lorraine dons her gloves
and bucket and basically washes down the seats again. I empty paper,
sweep the floors, and take the bungee cord off. I look up and lo
and behold there comes the wagons. It is incredible. There is no
time for anything else. This is a full-time job and these people
are volunteers!!!! They are either touched in the head or feel a
serious need to be doing this for the wagon train. Lorraine has
tears in her eyes when she says she feels the spirits of the pioneers
out here on the train....even when she is just caring for a set
of porta potties. Gene and Opal admit that they know the camp is
kept cleaner, the spirit of the train is stronger, and the people
are happier when they have clean porta-potties. I can see what they
are saying. They say they would never have chosen to do this job,
but it is important, and they will do it. Gene kind of laughed.
He said that 6 weeks ago he was doing security for Pres. Hinckley
and shook the Prophet's hand; the next day he was cleaning porta
potties. He said with a smile, if it's the Lord's work, it doesn't
matter what you're doing.
We did lunch break and one more break before the train hit Scottsbluff
for the night. I have a much greater appreciation for the work these
wonderful sisters and brother do. I even volunteered to help out
in a pinch if one of them is unable to do it for a day. But they
say that as soon as we hit the Wyoming border, they may be out of
a job. Well, whoever takes over is going to have to be pretty darn
good to beat these three troopers. I thanked them for their dedication.
..... and headed home for a shower...a good shower.
HappyNetTrekking!!!!
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