cove-ered

we got back from martin's cove wednesday and i'm just barely writing about it. that's bad. but, i shall endevor to share mine thoughts and experiences as well as i can remember them.
monday we left at about six thirty from the church for wyoming. i went with my padres because the bus was full. and i semi-dislike buses anyway. after the 6-hour ride there, we were put into our families (stroud was my big bro.), greeted, and sent packing with our handcarts. it wasn't so bad. the camp site was 4 miles away, but when we got there dinner was started (bro. farnsworth is the best with a dutch oven. he could go on the dutch oven iron chef). we went and did square dancing for a while till everyone was sweaty tired. and we pitched the tents. mine was a mansion. the 8 girls in there had tons of space. i slept well.
tuesday morning started early. days always do when you're camping. i find it really hard to sleep after the sun comes up. my family was doing breakfast ane the sack lunches, so we prepared that, ate, and then cleaned up. while the rest of the ward went to do service. then we left to actually go to the cove. it's intense there. i can't really describe it. there was a lot of love and a lot of pain. i kept imagining the whole place covered in snow. even in the cove there wasn't much protection. how hard it would be to be a mom and not be able to comfort your children? they must've loved us and the Lord sooo much. talk about a noble ancestry.
well, we headed back and the wind picked way up. just our luck, my family was in the back so along with the wind-blown dust, we bit everyone's dust. sand got Everywhere. eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and hair were full of it. it blew all through your clothes. we got back to camp and had a gritty dinner. after a devotional we went to a fireside and the wind picked up even more. we had to run back to camp and collapse the bigger tents so that they wouldn't break. we took off our skirts (we had on scrubs underneath) to play games until dark. that was way fun. lesson though: don't play red rover. pain! suffering! blood! by this time we were supposed to be settling down to have letters from home, another fireside, and testimony meeting, generally the most spiritual point of the trip, but the wind got even worse and we had to run to the tents to keep them from shredding. so we sat ON them...and it started to rain. i cracked up. i wrapped up in a tarp and was about asleep, but the ickle beehives were kind unhappy, so i tried to cheer them up. i told jokes, and got them all singing and laughing when the raunchy laurals told us that we were being too loud and to shut up cause we were crazy (at least we were happy. they were miserable.). so we went and at cobbler. around midnight the wind went down enough to set the tents back up and go to sleep. i went to sleep happy, because i was laughing at the last sentence i heard from on of the girls in my tent; "this isn't camping! this is roughing it to the max! i can't sleep with dirt between my toes!" girls are silly. and wimps. it really wasn't that bad.
wednesday we had breakfast and bolted back to the busses. i had to ride in the bus on the way home. mostly we watched movies: napoleon dinamite, rm, best two years, etc. i was sitting next to some of the laurals from the night before. maybe it's just me being my tomboy self, but girls drive me crazy sometimes. i was happy to be home with my brothers. and the shower.
since then i haven't done much, oh! i went to go see batman with the grey parrot last night. it's good! i liked it a lot! comic booky, but that's kinda me too.