The trip had been planned long ago. We are so happy that we were all six able to fly westward to visit the historical pioneer sites in Omaha, Nebraska.
These pioneers took their harp across the plains.
Not to be outdone, Lucy enlisted some strong arms for a faux romp in this lush grass.
The weather was perfect.
So was our private VIP tour.
Swan Princesses on Geese
Loading the wagons.
Seth and the Nauvoo Temple
Pulling Avery in the cart
The Gooch grandparents have sacrificed time at home and with family to spend 18 months helping us learn the history of those magnificent and faithful early saints who were driven out of their homes and began a long trek out west. The trip took much longer than they anticipated (mostly because of mud) so the stayed in Winter Quarters on land set aside for the Native Americans. There they planted crops that they would never harvest for the next group to pass through.
I loved the stories. I'm amazed, like Sister Mangum said, that they didn't give up. That through all the persecution, death of loved ones along the way, and hardship they endured, they never gave up on the faith that had changed their lives. They believed in its goodness and the hope and joy it had brought.
Not even the steepest, rockiest, muddiest trail could make them turn from that.