One of our trips this summer was to visit T's folks.
We traveled through Missouri to get there.
Whoo Hoo! Missouri!
Mr. Construction Guy welcomed us.
We popped in at the Visitor's Center for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Independence, Missouri and tried out the covered wagon.
We stopped at the Liberty Jail visitor center in Liberty, Missouri.
Here we saw the jail where the prophet Joseph Smith along with his brother, Hyrum, and 2 other men spent 6 months in a frigid, dirty, and cramped space awaiting a trial on trumped up charges. Here Joseph prayed, "O God, where art thou?" The Lord answered "My son, peace be unto thy soul..." (Doctrine and Covenants 121: 1,7)
There is a sacred feeling of peace here.
My favorite story here was that as Joseph was led here in chains the local towns people gathered to see this man they'd heard such awful rumors about. Many were surprised that he looked like "a normal man." As he ducked to go in the prison door, Joseph turned and said, "Good afternoon gentlemen"--nothing bitter or hateful even though he was being imprisoned falsely. Helps me remember to not be bitter whatever my circumstances and to always maintain hope and faith in Jesus Christ.
We traveled small country roads over rolling green pastures and fields to Far West, a small piece of land where early church members built homes, hoping to settle. A temple site was dedicated here with plans to build a temple. The saints were forced out of their homes before that ever happened. The site is maintained by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints today and is
beautiful.
We visited our Grandparents (which I will most definitely write about) and then traveled back through Missouri.
B. eagerly anticipating the door opening to our ride to the top of the Arch!
We all stooped through that little door into a white egg-shaped container with 5 chairs. L sat on T's lap. The doors closed, we tucked our heads and legs, felt a bit LOT cozy, and up, up, up we went to the top of the Arch.
I now wish I'd taken a picture of our egg, but at the time I was feeling rather claustrophobic and a little nervous about being stuck in this little contraption going way up high! What if the power failed? What if the wind blew too hard? What if we got stuck? What if...worry wart.
A. at the top, looking gingerly?? out the little window.
A view out a window.
That's the old Courthouse where the Dred Scott case was heard starting in 1847.
These two might have been nervous thinking about the height, but once up there they were peering out the window and leaning over, loving the view!
J with her hero, T. And Xman.
Ok, we've done this. I'm ready to put my feet on solid ground!
The Mississippi River--great for skipping rocks.
Traveling on historic Route 66!
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