Trails were marked clearly but the conditions we not always easy to get through. We went up grassy knolls, down steep, rocky hills , through creeks and small rivers, around trees and right through big old cow pies and mud.
And while the hand carts look rather wimpy, they are not light. We learned that when the saints headed west they carried with them on average 500 additional pounds of supplies. Simply plopping a few 3-year-olds into the cart made it feel so much heavier. I cannot imagine pulling that cart over boulders and slowly lowering it down ravines with 500 lbs of supplies in it... while being careful not to spill any.
Along the way we read signs that told of the hardships the saints faced. Some were personal accounts of lost children, individuals starving to death and others portrayed the great faith and hope these people possessed. It really helped us to keep things in perspective.
Grandma and Meela tossing some cow chips!

Despite the few detours we took, there was very little whining from the children. We were proud of them as they all took turns pulling and pushing the cart, and helping to entertain the younger boys. We learned in our short 2 hours out on 'the plains' that the Saints were strong, faithful, hardworking people who persevered through whatever was placed in their path to religious freedom and happiness. And I think we all realized that many of the 'hard' things we are asked (or forced) to do in this life do not really even compare to the sacrifices these people went through. If there was one thing we learned, I think it would be 'We can do hard things.' I plan on putting this in the children's rooms in some form.
The 2015 Lindner Family Hand Cart Company :)
This was really a very neat experience. We worked together to get through some difficult circumstances and showed how special a family unit working together truly is.














































