The girls met for luch before we left. We promised to keep in touch and invitd them to come see us in Florida. It would be fun if they would come see us.

We left St George on Sunday with a very full van of stuff. At Provo, we decided to drive by the MTC to see if we could find the place the next morning. As we found the sign to the entrance we had to stop at a stop light and watched as dozens of young men and women walked by on their way to the Temple which ws two blocks away. We pulled the car into a parking lot and watched the procession. They walked by six and eight abreast. All dressed in their white shirts and ties or Sunday dress. It was as if the two thousand stripling warriors were marching by us. A visual of the 'holding to the iron rod". I have asked Taylor to take a picture of it next Sunday so we can post it on theblog.

That was the begining of the most awesome week we have ever experienced. In spite of the fact that I broke my right little toe Monday morning. This was the fourth time. Spud drove me to Insta Care and they gave me another boot and some pain pills. The next morning at our break he went to the book store and fell in the drive way. There were ten young men there to help him up. His suit will have to take a trip to the cleaners when we get to Florida.

Our classes included interaction with the other Elders and Sisters each taking turns role playing as new converts, less actives and investigators. We could not believe how fast the days flew.

We are in Grand Island, Nebraska, as I write this. It is quite fun to have a laptop that has a good battery. As soon as I get a chance, I will download some of the pictures we took at the MTC with Taylor and his companions.

We hope to make it to Blair this evening to visit with my Aunt Dorothy. We are not making as good a time as we thought we would.