What a great weekend it was! I love conference weekend! I am not really good at taking notes during conference, so I don't have any great pearls to share. I am anxious as always to get the Ensign next month and to read the talks. If you don't know what in the world I am talking about go here. If you would like to hear any of the talks go here.
I felt a recurring theme throughout the conference was to never give up despite hardships or trials. There are always one or two of the talks that I especially enjoy. This time I really enjoyed Elder Holland's talk on angels. The story he shared of the little boy that crossed the river to find the lost cows was especially touching.
Because it is Monday and I haven't done a memory Monday for quite some time I thought this was as good a time as any. I've shared in the past my memories of singing in conference. Today I thought I would share my memory of meeting President Monson.
The summer I was 16 I participated in the young women hike for girls camp. This was the 4th year hike, or the extreme hike. No sissy hikes this time. No pavilions or portable potties or running water. Just a bunch of young women and their leaders roughing it. We hiked several miles, carrying all our own gear, to a spot in the Uinta Mountains.
All was going well, till it started to rain. Anyone familiar with girls camp knows that Murphy's law states that if you are at girl's camp, it will rain. I am pretty sure that at every girls camp I ever went to it rained at least one day. The first night wasn't too bad. The next day we prepared to take another smallish hike up the mountain. (I wish I could remember which mountain we hiked.) We made it to the top just as the storm clouds started to develop once again. It didn't take long for the storm to hit, and hit hard. We quickly made our way back to the bottom of the trail dodging rain and hail and with lightning striking all around us. It was pretty intense and more than once I was sure we were going to die. (Later we found out that a couple of hikers had been killed by lightning on the same mountain we had been on. Yikes!)
By then we were all soaked, scared, and done. Lucky for us, one of our adult leaders had a "cabin" in Midway, Utah, not far from were we were at. I use the word cabin quite loosely as it was bigger and nicer than my house. Needless to say after spending two days in the mountains we were thrilled to have such nice accommodations. We spent the night there before we were to head home the next day.
We found out that Thomas S. Monson had a home across the street from where we were staying. It just so happened that the next morning as we were making preparations to leave that President Monson and his wife started to pull out of their driveway. This became impossible for him as several giddy, teenage girls quickly surrounded their car. President Monson was kind enough to roll down his window and talk to us for a few minutes after which he shook all our hands. Then he left. That is how I met President Monson.
I felt a recurring theme throughout the conference was to never give up despite hardships or trials. There are always one or two of the talks that I especially enjoy. This time I really enjoyed Elder Holland's talk on angels. The story he shared of the little boy that crossed the river to find the lost cows was especially touching.
Because it is Monday and I haven't done a memory Monday for quite some time I thought this was as good a time as any. I've shared in the past my memories of singing in conference. Today I thought I would share my memory of meeting President Monson.
The summer I was 16 I participated in the young women hike for girls camp. This was the 4th year hike, or the extreme hike. No sissy hikes this time. No pavilions or portable potties or running water. Just a bunch of young women and their leaders roughing it. We hiked several miles, carrying all our own gear, to a spot in the Uinta Mountains.
All was going well, till it started to rain. Anyone familiar with girls camp knows that Murphy's law states that if you are at girl's camp, it will rain. I am pretty sure that at every girls camp I ever went to it rained at least one day. The first night wasn't too bad. The next day we prepared to take another smallish hike up the mountain. (I wish I could remember which mountain we hiked.) We made it to the top just as the storm clouds started to develop once again. It didn't take long for the storm to hit, and hit hard. We quickly made our way back to the bottom of the trail dodging rain and hail and with lightning striking all around us. It was pretty intense and more than once I was sure we were going to die. (Later we found out that a couple of hikers had been killed by lightning on the same mountain we had been on. Yikes!)
By then we were all soaked, scared, and done. Lucky for us, one of our adult leaders had a "cabin" in Midway, Utah, not far from were we were at. I use the word cabin quite loosely as it was bigger and nicer than my house. Needless to say after spending two days in the mountains we were thrilled to have such nice accommodations. We spent the night there before we were to head home the next day.
We found out that Thomas S. Monson had a home across the street from where we were staying. It just so happened that the next morning as we were making preparations to leave that President Monson and his wife started to pull out of their driveway. This became impossible for him as several giddy, teenage girls quickly surrounded their car. President Monson was kind enough to roll down his window and talk to us for a few minutes after which he shook all our hands. Then he left. That is how I met President Monson.
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4 people have something to say:
I got goose bumps when I read how you were stuck on the mountain during a lighting storm. The same thing happened to me once and I still marvel at the miracle of coming off the mountain unharmed. I loved this story of meeting Pres. Monson. I can't wait for the Ensign... the conference podcasts are already available:)
What a cool experience!!
I met Pres. Hinckley♥, but Pres. Monson has always been a favorite speaker, etc... of mine during conference. Lucky!
What a cool experience. That is so funny that the cabin was that nice! I guess it had to be in order to be neighbors with the future prophet! How neat for you to have met him!
That must have been scary to be on the mountain during a lightning storm. (I'm a baby and really don't like thunder and lightning)
That must have been so fun to meet Pres. Monson.
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