May28Another motorhome rocking, windy day on the highlands of Wyoming. A few days ago the wind tore away the UV protection cover on the right front wheel of our "Prairie Schooner", our home away from home. It is one of those white covers that is supposed to protect the tire rubber from ultra violet rays. We have mentioned this to the ranch cowboy and when he rides his horse looking for baby calves he might be on the lookout for this errant tire cover. It could be anywhere on this 200 thousand acre ranch. The wind has been coming from the west at a good 45 mile an hour pace, a few gusts now and then up to 56 miles per hour.
Today is a special day for the Wyoming Gloschats. It is Bernice's birthday and also our wedding day of one year ago. Our fellow missionaries have been very kind to us and wished us well in a kind of reception line. We are both feeling well, a few aches and twitches here and there which let us know that we are not spring chickens anymore.
Our work today consisted of (Bernice) making the top of a baby blanket and a loom hat. I dissembled a 5hp irrigation pump to replace the seal? and gasket?, install a flapper valve and a ball valve while water was gushing in. So I had my evening bath a little early, but the pump is back together and pumping with the old parts. Now we know that the seal/gasket we have are not the correct ones and new ones need to be ordered from Berkeley Pumps. We just hope that they still make parts for out-of-production pumps.
Tonight is home evening time and our home made instrument band is playing. Bernice will also play her violin with the band. She will be improvising. Most think that this is wonderful. I have my reservations. I will report tomorrow how "wonderful" it was.
May29Our missionary band played "You Are My Sunshine" at our home evening and it didn't sound half bad. We awakened to a sunny day with almost no wind. We don't know how to react to that except enjoy it while it lasts. Going to work this afternoon at 1 PM until 7PM when the visitor center closes. This will be the first time that we are working the afternoon shift. Bernice is playing the prelude music and will play for us as we sing the opening hymn.
The wheel cover showed up last night. It was hidden behind some white deadwood and just in a flashy moment was noticed by one of the neighboring elders. We are grateful for every little thing.
May30May is almost gone and I can hardly believe how fast the year is going by. In four months and eleven days we will be on the way home to Bigfork. Today we served at the "Veil Crossing" from1 PM until 7 PM and had a few visitors come by with their handcart. Three asked to have a story told and I told them about the bridge and how it came to be. Bernice told the story of a pioneer lady (Ellen B. Neibauer) who had a rough time after her conversion. Her very wealthy family disowned her because of the Gospel and her marriage to a Rabbi turned "Mormon". She crossed the country with a Brigham Young group and being in poor circumstance lived in a tent for the first year. Not many jobs for a Rabbi turned Mormon. After a while their financial situation was improving and her husband bought her a pair of shoes, The first shoes she had since leaving England. She also knitted herself a pair of stockings which were striped blue and white. How pleased she was with her "new" wardrobe. After Brigham Young found out that there were still LDS Pioneers on the trail in October 1856 his Sacrament Sermon in the Tabernacle admonished the people to "go and bring them in". As the Elders knocked on their home to collect whatever help anyone could give, her husband said that just did not have anything. Ellen decided that she had something she could give, her knitted stockings and her new shoes. As the Martin Handcart Company finally made it into the Salt Lake Valley on the ninth day of December 1856 the streets were lined with People who welcomed the pioneers and parcel'd them out to different homes to feed and heal them. As Ellen was watching the newcomers she saw her girl friend from England among the handcart people and she was wearing her shoes and her stockings; what joy and a testimony of charity. Ellen and her husband lived to a ripe old age and had ten children.
It was a good day and tears flowed freely as the Spirit bore witness of these faithful Saints and their ordeals.
Tomorrow is Preparation Day and we are off to Casper to celebrate.

The Martin Handcart Story

Between 1843 and 1869, hundreds of thousands of people came through here (Martin's Cove) as part of a great wave of westward migration. Of these emigrants, at least 60,000 were members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, also known as Mormons. Brigham Young led the first group of Latter-Day Saint pioneers through here in 1847, on their way to the Salt Lake Valley. Most of the 60,000 Mormon emigrants traveled in wagon companies. In the mid-1850s thousands of converts from Europe were eager to emigrate, but most did not have enough money. To make their emigration possible, Brigham Young developed the handcart plan. Under this plan, Saints would sail from Liverpool to the eastern United States. From there, they would travel by train to Iowa City. From Iowa City they would walk the final 1,300 miles to the Salt Lake Valley, pulling their belongings in two-wheeled handcarts. In contrast to the more than $300 required to outfit a wagon, a handcart could be built for $10 to $20. Despite the challenges, most people responded with faith and enthusiasm.
Five handcart companies crossed the trail in 1856. The last two handcart companies of 1856 suffered a terrible tragedy. James Willie was placed in charge of the 4th company. Edward Martin led the 5th company. Almost 20 years earlier Edward Martin had been one of the earliest converts in England. He immigrated to America, eventually settling in Salt Lake City. In 1852, he was called to return to his homeland as a missionary. He served for four years, and on his way home he was asked to lead nearly 600 emigrants, many of whom he knew from his mission, in a handcart company.Due to a shortage of ships and other problems, they did not leave England until May. In Iowa City, they had to wait for handcarts to be finished and tents sewn. On July 26, Edward Martin departed with the large company. The Martin Company hurried across Iowa in less than a month. During their trek they were followed by the Hunt and Hodgetts freight wagon companies, also made up of Mormon immigrants.
When they arrived in Florence, Nebraska, they debated whether they should stop or continue their journey of another thousand miles. Although August was late to leave Florence, they were determined to continue forward.
In early October the company arrived at Fort Laramie, the halfway point between Florence and Salt Lake City. They desperately needed a resupply. But flour was scarce and very expensive at the fort and the company began rationing. They reduced the allowance of flour from one pound a day to twelve ounces a day.
The pioneers increased their pace, often going 15 or 16 miles a day, and on October 19, the winter storms began. The Martin Company was about 60 miles to the east of Devil's Gate. To continue forward, they had to cross the Platte River and crossing during a mounting storm became deadly. Even in these conditions, some members of the company made multiple trips acrosss the river to carry those who could not make it on their own. After crossing the river, many people were unable to set up their tents, so they simple crawled under them. Fourteen people died that night. During the next few days, the Martin Company traveled about 10 miles to Red Buttes. During this time their daily rations were reduced to four ounces. On October 28, express riders from the rescue team, sent out on October 4 by Brigham Young, finally found the Martin Company. This team of express riders consisted of Joseph A. Young, Abel Garr, and Dan Jones. As they rode into camp, they were greeted as "angels from heaven." With tears in their eyes, members of the Martin company arose to hug and kiss them.
Because these rescuers were traveling express, they had little physical assistance to give. But the hope they provided was perhaps just as important. They told the Martin Saints that rescue wagons with food and clothing were just 50 miles away at Devil's Gate. They also told these people they should muster the strength to break camp and start moving toward the rescue party The next day, they did so. Same have stated that from the last crossing of the Platte to the time they left Red Buttes, as many as 56 members of the Martin Company had died. On October 31, the rescuers met them with supplies and bonfires. Their meeting place was Greasewood Creek, known today as Horse Creek, about 16 miles east of here. On Noverber 2, the rescuers arrived here at Devil's Gate withthe Martin Company. They did all they could to help, but they were terrible short-handed. Imagine perhaps 20 men trying to help 500 weakened handcart Saints--in a foot of snow, in below freezing temperatures, and in relentless wind.
There was no way to move the people toward Salt Lake City until the weather improved and more wagons became availabe. Captain Grant decided they needed more protection from the elements. The best place was a ravine about two and a half miles away--the place now known as Martin's Cove. On November 4, the rescuers helped the Martin company move to Martin's Cove. To get there, they had to cross the Sweetwater River, somewhere a mile or two west of here. When the pelple arrived at its banks and saw the icy water, remembering the experience crossing the North Platte, many shrank back and wept. Seeing how traumatized the people were, four young rescuers, along with others, in a great act of sacrifice, carried many of the Martin Company across the river.
The Company spent the next five nights in Martin's Cove. We do not have an exact count of deaths in the cove, but it is thought to be fewer than a Red Buttes. The miracle is that most of the people survived. The Hunt and Hodgetts freight wagon companies of Mormon emigrants were camped at the fort at Devil's Gate, and Captain Grant decided to unload these wagons so they could carry the handcart peole who were too weak to walk.
On Novermber 9, the weather finally improved enough for the Martin Company to start moving west again. Unfortunately, there wasn't room for everyone to ride. Many had to continue walking until additional rescuers came. The first to meet them with much needed buffalo meat was Ephraim Hanks, just west of here. Near South Pass, there were finally enough rescue wagons that everyone could ride the final 230 miles to the Salt Lake Valley. They finally arrived in the Salt Lake Valley on Sunday, November 30, 1856. The Saints in the Valley were moved by compassion when they saw their suffering brothers and sisters.They warmed them, fed them, and helped them regain their strength. Despite the heroic efforts of Edward Martin, other emigraton leaders, and the rescuers, over 100 members of the Martin Company died along the way. Many suffered effects from the journey throughout their lives. But even among those who suffered the most, there was rarely bitterness or complaint . In their writings many expressed their gratitude for a loving God. That is one of many legacies left to us by the handcart pioneers--the ability to see the goodness of God even in our times of adversity.

May27I am on a continuing roll. I can hardly contain myself. It has only been a week since starting to write. The bus continued on to the Wyoming pioneer museum which was a treat. Many displays were hands-on or one could be seated in a pioneer wagon pulled by two oxen across the Platt River. The wagen was moved by hydrolics and made the "ride" feel real. Then on to Bessemer Bend where the pioneers ran into their first weather trouble. We had our lunch there and listened to stories taken from pioneer journals.
Then on to the Overlook where the pioneers could see the landmarks of Devils Gate and Independence Rock. It must have been a terrible ordeal to pull carts into a cold west wind mingled with snow showers. That overlook (for us) was a spot where the Oregon Trail, the Mormon Trail, The Express Riders Trail and the California Trails came together. We think of a trail just that, a single wagon or handcart could go there. At times the trail was over five hundred feet wide and over the few years, before the railroad provided service, a half million people made the trek west. There were also those who provided mail service from the west to Kansas City and Independence. One Ephrahim Hanks made over fifty trips by horse from Salt Lake City to Independence, MO. He would be a life saving force when the Willie and Martin Handcart Company ran into trouble in October of 1856.
Then on to Independence Rock where a nice roadside park has been created by the Wyoming DOT. This landmark was to be reached by July fourth in order to miss the harsh winter weather over the rockies. Willie and Martin did not get there until the middle of October with the Hunt-Hodges Wagon train following to lend support if needed. And needed it was since all three companies totaled about 1100 people, in wagons and handcarts. The Simoen abandoned trading post was not sufficient to provide shelter for that many people in blizzard conditions. That is where Martin's Cove came in but nothing provided shelter and comfort to prevent about 200 people from parishing over the length of the journey because of lack of food and lack of shelter.
Then on to "Split Rock" another landmark which could be seen real plain from Devils Gate and Rattlesnake Pass. Wonderful, clear picture names for recognizable aim points. After we listenend to more pioneer stories we returned to Martin's Cove for a great dinner prepared by second year missionaries who stayed behind while we traveled by bus for most of the day.
Tuesday and Wednesday were spent greeting visitors, telling them pioneer stories if they asked, and repairing equipment, mowing lawns, cleaning restrooms ( the cleanest restrooms this side of New York), manning posts along the trek route.
Thursday was a day set aside for treking over Rocky Ridge. Wednesday night it stormed, rained and snowed, and Thursday morning gave us low ceilings and 42 degrees. Our caravan, ten four wheel trucks and vans, got to within ten miles of the base of Rocky Ridge before bogging down to the rims on soggy roads. It was interesting to see how everyone was able to turn around on a narrow, single lane dirt road without damaging the BLM pride and joy.
This meant that we now had to make a thirty mile trip around the mountains to get to the other side of Rocky Ridge where the R.R. Hollow is located. That was the first shelter the Willie Company found after crossing Rocky Ridge, about ten miles down from the top. Grave memorials are at that location of Mormon pioneers and those who were going to Oregon or California. A luncheon had been prepared by the Willie Missionaries and while the wind was howling, snowy sprinkles, we sat or stood outside having a meal of beans, sloppy Joe's, salad and brownies. After that the Willie Group (sixth crossing) pleased us with a program of pioneer stories in a small grove of willows which gave some protection from the nasty elements.
After all was said and done most of the caravan stopped by Lander, WY to wash the concrete like mud off vehicles. On the way out we saw an operating gold/silver mine and the ramshackle housing in the vicinity.
It was another great day in following the saga of the 1856 pioneers on their way to Salt Lake City.
May28Another motorhome rocking, windy day on the highlands of Wyoming. A few days ago the wind tore away the UV protection cover on the right front wheel of our "Prairie Schooner", our home away from home. It is one of those white covers that is supposed to protect the tire rubber from ultra violet rays. We have mentioned this to the ranch bowboy and when he rides his horse looking for baby calves he might be on the lookout for this errant tire cover. It could be anywhere on this 200 thousand acre ranch. The wind has been coming from the west at a good 45 mile an hour pace, a few gusts now and then up to 56 miles per hour.
Today is a special day for the Wyoming Gloschats. It is Bernice's birthday and also our wedding day of one year ago. Our fellow missionaries have been very kind to us and wished us well in a kind of reception line. We are both feeling well, a few aches and twitches here and there which let us know that we are not spring chickens anymore.
Our work today consisted of (Bernice) making the top of a baby blanket and a loom hat. I dissembled a 5hp irrigation pump to replace the seal? and gasket?, install a flapper valve and a ball valve while water was gushing in. So I had my evening bath a little early, but the pump is back together and pumping with the old parts. Now we know that the seal/gasket we have are not the correct ones and new ones need to be ordered from Berkeley Pumps. We just hope that they still make parts for out-of-production pumps.
Tonight is home evening time and our home made instrument band is playing. Bernice will also play her violin with the band. She will be improvising. Most think that this is wonderful. I have my reservations. I will report tomorrow how "wonderful" it was.
Spelling and grama are not to be taken seriously.

Sunday 20th

May 20thToday we got up at 5 am, showered and prepared for the day. We made scalloped potatoes from 5 boxes for 15 people. That was our assignment for our Sunday pot luck lunch today. It has been a beautiful day with sunshine, not much wind and just the right temperature. We had an early practice for the choir. Bernice played the organ and it was somewhat of a disaster on the opening song. Since we had Branch Conference today and the choir sang, the chairs were rearranged for the choir to sit facing the audience. The accoustics are terrible in the Trek Center where we hold our sacrament meetings. So for some reason unknown to us the congregation in some parts of the room could not be heard properly. They could only hear the organ bass on the first number and it was very weird because half the congregation were singing a different pitch than the rest. The choir, 53 strong, sang "If the Savior Stood Beside Me". It sounded very good.
When the Stake Sunday School President spoke, he gave us a challenge. Because of Branch Conference we would be behind in our assigned lessons and he suggested that we read for ten or fifteen minutes, sit back and contemplate/ponder what we have read. It is a good thing and should increase our perceptons and insights, increase learning.
As usual, we shared our "potluck" with several visitors who are family or friends of missionaries here. We had a couple of friends come from Idaho Falls and that was a pleasant surprise.
The fireside this afternoon was again very informative, covering the various pioneers who made special contributions to the handcart travelers. Among them was Thomas Tennans? who sold his farm holdings in England after being converted and prepared to emingrate to the 1856 North America. Most of his wealth was donated to the Perpetual Immigration Fund and was a big help for some destitute pioneers. He was assigned to the Martin Handcart Company, but never got to see the Salt Lake Valley in the flesh. According to research, he is buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery but without a headstone. There is a move in the making to alleviate that.
We are healthy, albeit some muscle pain here and there after a day of Martin's Cove work. The snakes are out and several have been seen. We send those who present a danger to visitors beyond the veil. Bull snakes seem to be plentyful, but we like to have those around.

Saturday Baptism

May 19Another beautiful day after a night of lightning and fierce rains. This morning during prayer meeting we were introduced to the six CES teachers who will be our guides come Monday. Elder Barrett and I were again asked to repair more frost free hydrants. We devised a way to repair them without having to dig them up. I am sure that we had help from above in creating a new method of repair. The irrigation system is working great once again on all nine sections. It has been a long day but we were rewarded by witnessing a baptism at our special spot in the Sweetwater River. This is the first of thirteen scheduled baptisms for 2012 in this special place.
Four sister missionaries from Casper came to support their 31 year old baptizee. There will be a picture for this occasion when it is downloaded.
I am here in the Trek Center blogging while Bernice is practicing the organ. She had been scheduled to play the organ all through the month of May. We are preparing for our Branch Conference tomorrow. The Stockcamps will be here as will all the missionaries from the Sixth Crossing visitor center. Since we, MHHS, are providing the potluck tomorrow our choice has been scalloped potatoes for 15-20 people. This will rotate and next Sunday it will be our turn to bring a meat dish; after that back to dessert, salads, rice/potatoes, meat.

                                      Sister Gloschat & Sister Fenn

We are starting to have many visitors during the day. A man named "doc" came this morning to our prayer meeting. He pulled a stock handcart from Billings to Salt Lake City as a salute to the handcart pioneers. He built his own cart as per directions in pioneer journals. It looks identical to the 300 we have here.

                                                      Devil's Gate

Our work has consisted of painting, being shadowed in the visitor center, washing our clothes, moving the HAM antenna, trying to get on the internet, walking to Devils Gate. learning our parts for the various stations we are to occupy during the Trek season. The stories we are to tell are very interesting and after a while we can tell them without too many mistakes.
My birthday was uneventful and I received a book by way of Nancy written by Gerald Lund, "The Devine Promise of Hope". It is very riveting and explains Hope in a new way. I believe that everything we do is connected to Hope. The hope of a good outcome in everything we do on a daily basis.
We also had a trip to the Willie's Handcart site where we walked and drove the trails as the pioneers did. Sister Jolene Allphin came to give us a fireside which covered the history of the Martin and Willie handcart groups; their pain and anguish as they ran out of food. Their willingness to help one another even if they could barely walk. The winter was bitter cold and hit early on the high plains of Wyoming. By the time the rescuers came everyone was down to 4 oz of flour per day. Many died of cold and starvation and were buried in shallow graves along the Mormon, Oregon, California trail. Sister Allphin is the author of "Tell My Story, Too". A compilation of stories gleaned from journals written by the posterity of those pioneers. Some pioneers wrote their own journal as they traveled and as they suffered privations.
May 17Today was a great day, a P-Day. This last week Bernice painted her way through carriages--black and red. The two of us also painted or stained picnik benches, lots of them. I worked with Elder Rhoades on the irrigation system and exchanged toilet paper machines in about 50 bathrooms. I even had my own truck for a couple of days, and a radio to stay in touch with the office.
We are getting ready to receive trek units in the next two weeks and there is still some learning to do. I have set up the transmitter a few times and had contact with the Wyoming Cowboy Net and/but had to be relayed into the Montana Traffic Net.
The weather has been hot and very little wind except for today when it started to cloud up and the wind came up to a howling crescendo. When we were in Casper we found the irrigation dealer where I bought a flapper valve for the intake of the centrifugal irrigation pump. Then we went to the Salvation Army store and Bernice found a nice T-shirt. I could not find a power cord for the printer at the Sal Army, but then we went to Goodwill and found what we wanted. They seem to have much more merchandise and they get all they have into a smaller space.
May18What a great day at the Ranch. I got our wash done by 10 PM last evening, but stopped before everything was completely dry. I figure that it could finish drying by morning. This morning I started weeding our little patch of green grass and the gravel around the edges. It looks much better, but the neighbors feel that they must now do theirs. My little 90cent glass bowl is sitting under the frost hydrant filled with water for the little birdies. At times I notice that one Antelope comes to nibble on the drip and the starlings just get out of the way. I have yeet to see anyone drinking from my fancy drinkbowl. Maybe it will take a while before they feel comfortable using more than just a drip.
Our prayer meeting starts at 8:30 AM where we have an opening hymns, prayer, group singing for birthdays and anniversaries, a pioneer story, reading of a scripture (readers choice). Then the piano player, whoever that is, plays softly as we all pile out to find out what our assignments are for the day.
I found that I was to repair two freeze hydrants close to the visitor center. On both the center rod had dis-engaged from the control head. Since they have been in use for some time it took some muscles to take the thing apart and do the repair. After lunch the irrigation system was worked on. Section 8 and 9 loose water somewhere along the pipe trail, but nothing shows at the top of the grass. The land, rock, under the grass is full of fissures and so the water could go down anywhere without us seeing any evidence. We made a tool we can drive into the ground and where the water is leaking it should fill the little holes and give us an indication, at least that is what we hope. It feels good to use the talents I have been blessed with in our needed work here.
The Spirit is strong wherever we go and work or greet visitors. The German couple who I was asked to accompany during their stay here was a delight. I found that I could keep up a decent conversation, talk about the Gospel in a non-threatening way, and also share my Testimony with them. They were very pleased at the presentation and on top of that have someone speak German to them. They were not interested to meet with the missionaries in Germany, but that is alright. Maybe a seed has been planted in the Lord's good time. When I mentioned for them to be on the lookout for a possible snake across the walkway the lady had a story to tell. They were visiting a friend in in Utah and just talking as they walked. She did not see the snake lying on the trail and stepped on it. The snake was just as surpised as she was and climbed up her leg inside the pant leg. The snake did not bit, but it took some doing to get it out. The lady has not liked snakes since then.
The fireside was very informative tonight and we had a very good turnout. Brother Andrew Olsen spoke of the sacrifice, hope and charity the pioneers and rescuers exhibited. The faith and obedience shown by those valient people is marvelous. Were they used to a warm bed at night? A well stocked grocery store? Traveling in luxury as we are used to doing? Six to seven hundred people coming to America (Zion) in a 60 feet long boat, being on the ocean for three to four weeks, another boat (mississippi) or train cattle cars to Iowa City, and then walking, pulling, pushing a handcart for thirteen hundred miles to Salt Lake City in rain, snow, duststorms. Could we have done that? Would our faith be strong enough not to give up at the first sign of difficulties?
The Stockcamps of Kalispell fame were present and we visited a while with them. They are assigned to the Willie's Handcart site sixty miles up the road towards Landers.
Time to call it a night. Morning does arrive at its usual time. This evening we had a driving rain storm as a cold front passed by us on the way to the east. The MH does rock a bit even with stabilizers under the frame.
This coming Sunday we have branch Conference and the Casper Stake Presidency will be here. Our choir will be singing "If the Savior Stood Beside Me" Sally deFord, and Bernice will play her violin to accompany the choir in some areas.

The trip to the Willie's Handcart site was just great.  We learned of the suffering that went on as our pioneers went their way slowly and painfully towards Salt Lake.  It is not about places and stops, it is about the atonement, the care and support which Brigham Young and the people of the valley sent to those stranded on the high plains of Wyoming.
The journals indicate no malice or hate towards the leaders, only their testimony of the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.  All of us here go through a daily emotional experience as we learn more and share those experiences with the visitors who want to hear.
I have not figured out how to edit a previous blog so I must tell all of you that we did not get here on the 23rd of March, but on the 23rd of April.  I am learning very slowly how to maneuver around this blog situation.
Today is our P-Day (preparation) and we are off to Casper and a breakfast appointment with our district leaders.  At the same time we will do our shopping for the week.
Bernice needs some music which has violin parts and we need to see if we can download that or have to buy the whole book.  This is needed for our Stake Conference in Casper next month; or June.
It is a beautiful day today and my 80/40 mtr antenna has been relocated for a better shot into the Flathead Valley.  Just have not had time to set up the rig and check out the coverage.
We love you all and send greetings from Martin's cove.
Elder and Sister Gloschat (Fred and Bernice)

Martin's Cove Site

We arrived here on the 23rd of April and have been very busy since then.  There is lots of training in the history of Martin's Cove, the Seminoe Fort, Devils Gate, Rattle Snake Pass, and all the requirements for Treking, visitors are plentyful and we have had our first day in the Visitors Center.
We gave a Spanish Book of Mormon to a traveling gentleman and an English Book of Mormon to a couple from Oregon.  Both books were well received and missionary referrals were filled out.
Last week all the missionaries used handcarts for their first Trek experience.  We didn't know if we could make the 7.4 miles, but we did; but renigged on the water crossing.  Maybe down the road we will try again when we accompany youth from various stakes.  Bernice did very well in the Womens Pull--The brethren have to stand by the side of the hill as the sisters pull/push the carts up the hill.  The brethren can not encourage, help, but can take pictures of the hard working sisters.
Today we painted picnik benches and the wind was competing with the benches or our clothes---red is not a color we like to wear.
Tomorrow is our trip to Six Crossing or the Willi's Handcart Site.  The site is about 65 miles from Martin's Cove and a new visitor center is in the making.  We will work there for the day and have a dinner on site before leaving to come back to our home which is "Missionary Village-Ranch 66".  Also we have a fireside with Jolene Allphin who wrote "Tell My Story Too".
More tomorrow.