This is not a field. It is the Mississippi River at Sunset. The white stuff is ice. You can see just a little bit of water, but it's frozen. This is what the Saints would have crossed when they left in February of 1846. I have come to have a whole new appreciation and love for them. When they left, it was 30 below zero and they didn't have a nice warm home to go back to once they started out, they were left to their wagons and tents and some to no cover at all as they crossed the river to Montrose. That was the first stop on the journey. Some of them had no food or provisions, so the miracle of the quails for the early Israelites was repeated. No wonder Brigham Young was called The American Moses.Thursday, January 28, 2010
Mississippi River
This is not a field. It is the Mississippi River at Sunset. The white stuff is ice. You can see just a little bit of water, but it's frozen. This is what the Saints would have crossed when they left in February of 1846. I have come to have a whole new appreciation and love for them. When they left, it was 30 below zero and they didn't have a nice warm home to go back to once they started out, they were left to their wagons and tents and some to no cover at all as they crossed the river to Montrose. That was the first stop on the journey. Some of them had no food or provisions, so the miracle of the quails for the early Israelites was repeated. No wonder Brigham Young was called The American Moses.
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Love this picture. It certainly is a great reminder of all the early saints sacrificed. I'm still amazed at all they willing did.
I'm thinking about your re-enactment next week! BURRRRRRRR!
Beautiful picture! My e-mail is cindygeilmann@yahoo.com.
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cindy@stitches
Crossing that in the freezing cold is a very intimidating thought!
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