General Conference Weekend

I hope you're all okay with a pictureless post because I stuck to my habits and took zero pictures this past weekend. In my defense, I thought we were without a camera all weekend (it was actually packed away in our trunk). However, the fact remains that I am terrible at this documenting stuff.


Nevertheless, we had a great weekend so I wanted to share some quick thoughts.

1- Was conference this year INCREDIBLE or what?! Seriously! I absolutely loved it!
I had an awesome ah-ha moment on Sunday when my little sister turned to me during one particular talk and asked,

"Doesn't it seem like every talk was written for Jake [my brother]?" My response was something along the lines of, "I was just thinking that every talk was written for me."

Ah ha! Isn't it interesting that if you listen to conference with the right spirit, you'll find something in every single talk that seems as if it was tailored to you personally? I just love it.
Talk about some awesome, inspired men and women who unbeknownst to themselves, deliver exactly the right message for each member of the congregation! You can't tell me that's not a miracle.

2- For conference weekend this spring, we decided to take a much-needed camping trip down to Little Sahara/Cherry Creek/Jericho or as I prefer to call it, the desert.
What an awesome experience! As far as I'm concerned, dirt bikes are the best form of therapy in existence. We were of course able to visit Porter Rockwell's cabin again and that never gets old for me.

The desert may not have the most beautiful scenery in the world, but the terrain is out of this world! Seriously- I don't think you can find anything better.

So... here's our fun story for the weekend:
Saturday night was our last night in the desert (sniff) and it had it out for us. There I was sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the world around me, when Tyler pokes me with his elbow.

"We have to get out Sha," he says.
"Why?" I respond.
"Because I'm holding up the tent with my shoulder."

What the?! What the crap is going on? I've become a light sleeper as of late. If something was wrong, I would have woken up, right? Evidently, wrong.

"WHERE AM I?" I shout.
"You're camping in a tent in the desert. Are you okay?"
"I KNOW that! What's going on? Where is the door?"

Apparently it takes a while for me to come to my senses when I am woken up in an enclosed heap of material.

Long story short, after some struggling, we safely made it out of the tent in time for me to nearly collapse into a ball of laughing hysterics. Our tent was piled so high in heavy snow that I couldn't even recognize it! It was hysterical. Together we were able to shovel off the snow with our hands just in time for more to accumulate. We tried multiple times to pop the tent back up, but to no avail. It seems that one of our poles actually split down the middle lengthwise. Great.  Additionally, we were both standing in a snow storm in nothing but sweats, which basically means we became sopping wet in a matter of seconds.

Thankfully my parents had arrived at about midnight that morning so we were able to convince them to make room for us in their trailer after we disassembled the tent and removed several of our soaked belongings.

I've been camping many times before, but never like this. What an adventure!

I hope all of your weekends were filled with wonderfulness as well! 

Until Next Time,
Shaela