Aftermath: POST TREK

I'm alive. I did it. I survived my first and hopefully last trek.
My thoughts and experiences from trek are pretty scattered. I really don't know what to say about it, to be completely honest, there was just SO MUCH that happened. I guess I'll just break it down. 

Well, due to a speeding ticket, and a broken drawstring in my bloomers, I got there about an hour and a half late. 5:30 PM, alright, let's do this. I met my "family" for the next four days, no one knew each other, no one was talking, it was silent, we were all shy, I was told I looked like a canary by another trekker, made everyone unpack the handcart so I could fit my things in (again, in awkward silence) and then we were off. Definitely Kind of an awkward start if you ask me.
The first day, we didn't walk that far. I think it was only 3 miles of hills and slopes in the forest. When we got to camp, or should I say, where all the port-o-potties were and a few bare areas where no trees were so we could sleep that night, we couldn't work out a way to set up a tent. It may have been an hour before we had the least functional but still usable "tent" we could make.
We got through that night pretty okay. We ended up splitting the forest by gender, girls slept on one side of tents (thankfully I slept in one we didn't make..) and boys on the other. Can you believe that the boys wouldn't stop talking and go to bed? Unheard of!
The next morning, 
I. 
Was.

So.

Sick.
I've never had grits before. But even though grits were the nastiest thing to have enter ventured between my jaws.. it's not what made me throw up. Four times. All over myself.
I have this weird feature that came with my insides when I was birthed upon this Earth. If I wake up and start moving around immediately, just like at trek and Girl's Camp and EFY, where I wake up five minutes before I have to go somewhere, I get nauseated from all the running around and spontaneous moving I have to do. So, everyone in my family sat down in a circle to eat what our "dad" brought us and it was a bucket of grits.
The very thought and sight of food in the morning made me feel nauseous. 
I knew I was about to throw up. I could feeeeel it coming.
It was only at the same time that I laid a taste bud on the single grit my tongue approached that I then threw up.
Luckily, the first round, I had contained it in my mouth.
I stood up, walked over into the woods, and relieved my esophagus. I came back shared my story, and in the middle of talking, I stopped, turned behind me, and there went round two. My "mother" handed me wipes as people walked by me and patted my back and kept walking. I then thought I was done but I guess not, the woods summoned me again twice more, then, I was done.
One morning down, two more to go. I got over my sick feeling around lunch time, ate my lunch, then felt sick again, but luckily didn't have any physical evidence this time.
That day being Thursday, we walked around 9 miles. It, was so hard.. My feet have never hurt so badly.  And my legs! Pulling and pushing the handcart is pretttty hard when it's all you do for what feels like forever 8 hours a day! We got to camp, and made our tent that was actually better than the last! I don't know how we did it, since no one at this point still in my family was really communicating. There was actually a square dance that night for anyone who wanted to participate, which would exclude me. 
Why would anyone want to dance. After walking. For so. Long. Were my feet the only ones that were KILLING ME? Haha, so that night, me and Carina (YES FINALLY SOMEONE I KNEW) slept out on a tarp together underneath the stars! It was soooo pretty! I only woke up once due to Carina being cold and rolling on me wanting to cuddle. That was much better than the night before's routine of waking up every 45 seconds and not sleeping at alllll. The only downside was that in this new giant field we were sleeping in, had so many bugs. So many crickets. SO. MANY. WOLF SPIDERS. These little abnormally large field beasts should have been the trek's mascot. Take a look..






Okay, I just tried to get a picture from Google of a wolf spider and scared the blog out of me. I can not post a picture of those eight-legged heathens.
We woke up that morning freezing cold. It was Friday. Our last. Full. Day! I woke up sick, only threw up once! That really was the highlight of my day. We trekked our nine miles and- 

Okay, this blog is taking forever, I'll create some sort of summary tomorrow in sacrament meeting most likely, and get back to this post. I promise, my next post will be more optimistic and cheerful, as well. Pinky blog post promise. I'm so tired I can't even think, let alone type straight.  
Hope everyone enjoys their beds tonight, because I know I WILL :D! 

My Final Words. TREK.

HELP. I need somebody..

HELP. Not just anybody..

HELP. Ya know I need someone..

HEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPP.

Name that tune^. If you can't, I'm sorry.

But yeah. I need help. Help to survive the next four days.

The next four days, I will be running astray with a bunch of other Mormons.

With no bathrooms.

Showers.

Cell phone service. 

No cell phones. 

No WiFi.

No mirrors.

No outlets.

In pioneer clothes. (Yes that includes bloomers.)

Pulling handcarts.

Full of everyone's personal 5 gallon bucket that contain the instruments they will be surviving off of.

Up mountains.

In the sun. 

Outside. 

With no tents. 

Or boyfriends. 

(I just asked Noah what I should title this post, and he replied "4 Days Out of 12, That Noah's Life Will Miserably Suck: Trek" Poor us..)

No makeup. 

No hair dryers. 

No Instagram. 

The list goes on and on. 

If you can't tell what trek is all about, it's a trip that is provided for the youth of the LDS church, where kids ages of 14-18 go off for about four days and pull handcarts through God's blessed, rugged Earth. It's a pioneer simulation to, I don't know.. "celebrate" and appreciate what the Mormon pioneer went through to travel out West. But mostly, it is to strengthen our testimonies of trial and endurance and faith and relying on Heavenly Father. The thing is, they usually do this trek in the winter. Which would make only, uhh, I dunno, maybe about 248389629797523234 times more sense.. so, I've been hearing stories like..

"YEAH! I did a summer trek one time! We only had 18 people hooked up to IVs, it was such a miracle, it wasn't that bad!:DDDDDDDDD".....

Ladies and gentleman.. I am terrified of needles. Shots. Blood. Doctors. Wires. Tubes. Pus. Anything medical. I have a hard time putting on band-aids sometimes. It's quite the struggle. Now, I have a nice reputation at Girl's Camp of throwing up every year because..

1. I don't eat. 

2. I hate drinking water.

3. I hate peeing in public. 

4. I don't eat.

I'm expecting and trying to prepare myself to get stuck with needles, and I pray that I wont thrash out in fear at my persecuter.  

I'm so scared.
Hopefully, I'll survive this and be blogging about my near death experiences when I return.

Someone pray for me. I may die on this trek.
God be with you til we meet again. I'll miss about, 5% of you. 
 

SUPER POST #1 Big News: Curve Ball

I'm calling today's post a SUPER POST. Just because, There's so.. many.. things... that have happened..
The range of the good-bad news is a stretch. Either the news is between:
Total meltdown of my life to making a tie dye pillow case and it looking great. Little blessings like such. 
But that's pretty much exactly what's happened this week. I'll save the meltdown for last. 


Well, yesterday night, Seminary Graduation was held and that's always fun to see all your friends graduate after four lo- ....ya know really don't want to blog about freaking seminary graduation. Me and one of my bestfriends took a really cute picture and I want to put it in a blog, so.. BAM this is Sebra and she leaves for college at ASU in Arizona in August :'''(

Another little simple joy I encountered the other day was a little jump drive I found in the bowels of my computer desk. This is my jump drive from eighth grade and it was basically just an invitation to vomit all over the keyboard as I re-encountered the image I had in middle school. 
Mom.. Dad.. How dare you let me out of my room?
There is one picture that I'd like, and am willing to share with you guys. It's from eighth grade, and it is of me and my best friend before we experienced High School and engaged ourselves in the pattern of fighting, hating each other and then making up, fight, hate, make up, hate, soccer, she's smarter than me, blah blah. I still love this picture, and the nostalgia of our friendship. 

Another exciting thing that occurs quite weekly, is the step-by-step, week-by-week progression my sweet boyfriend makes towards his mission papers! That is so exciting!! He is on course to leave in October, (no, he hasn't received his call yet. The church is now accepting papers four months early so the youngsters can leave right when they turn 19. ASAP!) 
That's very exciting, and very, soon. It just hit me the other day.. that that's only four months away... 
He will turn 19 on October 1st. 
October first is 3.89 months away. 
16.93 weeks away. 
118 days away. 
2,844 hours away. 
That's so odd.. in an exciting way of course! So proud of my little missionary-to-be :'D

In other news, on Saturday I tie dyed a pillow case. Take a look, yo!

So, que the sad music. 
As my dad put it in a Facebook status.. "Well, the economy has finally caught up with the Davis family - got downsized this week. #entertaingoffers"
I guess that's supposed to mean that he lost his job, cause that's what people are picking up from it. Cause it's true. It's kinda weird. There's talk and searching of moving somewhere new (which really I love the sound of, I absolutley hate where we live now, I'm rady to pack up and leave!) One thing I'm not so excited about is starting my senior year at a new school.


Yeah.                     We won't think about that right now. Things are just strange. BUT..

I'm a firm believer in the phrase "Everything happens for a reason." I know that everything will be ok.

Every thing about every thing is the way it is for a reason.

And I have faith that this is God's will, and I know that we will get through this and be just fine. I really cant say I'm worried at all. Because I'm not. Faith and our strong membership in the LDS church is what takes over now, and I am happy to say that! I am aaaaaa-ok with that, Cap'n!

The Davis Family will be fine. No worries. But prayers are nice. 

That's it for now! But let's end on a good note. 

There's this band you guys need to check out. I'm listening to them as I blog. 

It's my boyfriend's brothers's band RedScareRobot. They're awesome. You should check them out here. https://www.facebook.com/RedScareMusic/app_2405167945 And here. http://www.reverbnation.com/redscarerobot And if you have a Twitter, here. http://twitter.com/#!/RedScareRobot And I'm pretty sure they're on MySpace, and they are on Instagram. 

If you want my dad to find a job, you'll check out RedScareRobot. 

How's that for propaganda, hm?