The youth of Camarillo Stake, ages from 14 to 18, along with a multitude of AWESOME adult volunteers, participate in a pioneer trek every 4 years in remembrance of the Mormon Pioneers who crossed the plains to Zion over 150 years ago. Their journey encompassed over 1,300 miles, whereas OUR 3-day "peephole" into their life covered approx. 15 miles, pushing and pulling with us 2 handcarts full of our personal belongings (which were very limited). I feel very blessed that I was able to go this year with many of my friends.

All trek participants are grouped into "families", each with an adult couple Ma and Pa, and 8-12 children. These families were put together through prayerful insight from our Stake Presidency. All families represented a specific family who had made the actual journey about a century and a half ago. Also, each participant received the written story of a specific person who they were representing, from that family. The youth in my family was SUPER COOL, and I had a very fun and spiritual time. The family which I was placed in was the Haigh/Wager family, and I, Sarah Foote, was trekking in the footsteps of Elizabeth Simpson Haigh Bradshaw.
Here is the story of Company #12, the Haigh Company History:
"Samuel was born on June 5, 1835 in Bolton, Lancashire England. When Samuel was five years old, and Sarah was three, their father died. Shortly after that, his mother, Elizabeth Simpson Haigh [<-- me!] was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. His mother married Richard Bradhshaw who was already a member, and they prepared to sail to America and join the Saints in Utah.
"Tragedy struck. In 1849, Richard died of pneumonia. Samuel and Sarah's mother continued to save, and finally in May 1856, Samuel, Sarah, their mother and three siblings, Robert, Isabella, and Richard, boarded the ship to America. Upon arriving in Iowa City, Iowa, they found that the promised handcarts were not ready, so they spent about 3 weeks building handcarts and sewing tents needed for the trek.
"On July 28, 1856, the Martin Handcart Company left Iowa City. By September, the nights were becoming increasingly cold, food began to be rationed, and the pioneers were wearing down. On October 19, the company made their final crossing of the North Platte River. The day started out with rain, turned to sleet growing steadily colder. The icy river was filled with sharp cakes of ice that cut into Samuel's legs as he helped navigate the handcart thru the the swift and deep river. Samuel watched in horror as his mother and youngest brother were swept downstream. Amazingly, his mother gathered her strength and didn't let go of her child, finally made it to the other side. Samuel probably made this trip several times helping his siblings cross the freezing water.
"Conditions continued to worsen, and one day Samuel was brought into camp and pronounced dead. It appeared that he was, but his mother, having great faith asked the Elders to anoint him with oil and administer to him, which they did. Samuel recovered and continued on the journey.
"The company arrived in the valley on November 30, 1856. Of the 643 total members of the company, about one-sixth of them had lost their lives.
"The family was met by Bishop Stoker and taken to Bountiful to regain their health. They stayed in Bountiful for six years, and then moved on to Hyrum, Cache, Utah. It is not known if Samuel ever married or had children. Samuel died on May 31, 1870 at the age of 34. Sarah died in Hyrum on November 13, 1910 at the age of 73."
Next is the individual story of the woman I represented, Elizabeth Simpson Haigh Bradshaw:
"Elizabeth (age 48) was born on February 10, 1808 to Thomas and Alice Simpson. Her father was the inventor of the grandfather clock and the family was very wealthy. At a very early age her parents died, and she, along with her brothers and sisters, went to live with an aunt.
"On October 10, 1834 she married William Haigh and they had two children. In 1840, William died. Shortly after his death, she was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. In 1844, she married Richard Bradshaw and they had four children, one dying as an infant. The family worked hard preparing to join the Saints in Utah, but in 1849 Richard died of pneumonia.
"Not wanting to give up their dreams, in 1856, Elizabeth, along with her five children, boarded the ship Horizon and sailed to America. Upon arriving in Iowa City, they spent three weeks building handcarts and sewing tents needed for the trek. Finally, on July 28, 1856, the Martin Handcart Company left Iowa City with 145 handcarts, 8 supply wagons, and 575 people. This increased to 673 with the merging of the Jesse Haven Company.
"The family had plenty of clothing and other belongings, but they could only take what could be packed into one handcart for the family. Most of her supplies were given to those in need. She did, however, take her two wedding dresses, which she later gave to her daughters.
"By September, the nights were becoming increasingly cold, food began to be rationed, and the pioneers were wearing down.
"On October 19, the Martin Company made their final crossing of the North Platte River. The day started out with rain, turned to sleet, growing steadily colder. The icy river was filled with sharp cakes of ice that cut into the legs of the pioneers as they navigated their handcarts thru the the deep and swift river.
"Elizabeth took her youngest son, Richard, and seated him upon her shoulders with his legs around her neck as he held on to her head. As they started across the stream, they were caught by the current and carried downstream. Several called, 'Let the boy go, or you will both be drowned. Save yourself.' But she refused to give them heed and she struggled on until they both made it to the other side.
"As conditions continued to worsen, her oldest son was brought into camp and pronounced dead. It appeared that he was, but her faith was strong. She asked the Elders to anoint him with oil and administer to him. The Elders did so, and Samuel survived.
"The Martin Handcart Company arrived in the Valley on November 30, 1856. It is estimated that between 135-150 people lost their lives in this company alone. Miraculously, all of Elizabeth's children survived.
"The family moved to Bountiful, then on to Hyrum, Cache, Utah. In 1863, she married David Walker. Elizabeth died on October 24, 1872 in Hyrum at the age of 64."
The story of the Haigh family is pretty inspirational, and you can tell that nothing could prevent them from their dream, and that is following the directions of their Heavenly Father, through the Prophet Brigham Young, to traverse to the Promised Land of Zion, and join the Saints in worship.
Now for my story, as a modern-day pioneer participating in the 2015 Youth Trek:
From the gathering at the Stake Center on Thursday, the first day of Trek (where we all left together to go to Camp Arnaz/ Willet in Ojai), to the drive back to the Stake Center on Saturday, I, along with all of the Camarillo Stake LDS Youth, experienced grueling miles pushing heavy handcarts up and down hills (some steeper than others); sleeping in tents; preparing our own delicious meals on portable stoves (supplies from the Lassen's); singing hymns and Pioneer songs; creating our own family songs based off of the song, "The Handcart Song"; inspirational devotionals; fun games such as Cat's Cradle; more walking and pushing, walking and pushing; pioneer games, skills, and competitions; journal writing; crafts; exploring the Ojai wilderness (mostly cowpies and tall, yellow grass); a square dancing Hoedown (including my very first slow dance!); the Women's pull (all of the women pushed handcarts up steep hills by themselves while the men bravely volunteered to fight in the Mormon Battalion); a very spiritual testimony meeting; and finally, the arrival of the Pony Express, delivering letters from our families at home.

The Women's Pull
Overall, Pioneer Trek was extremely spiritual, and not without its trials and tribulations. I made new friends and strengthened my testimony. This experience was one I will never forget, and I am tremendously grateful for the option I have to go again in four years, following my high school graduation. I am so grateful for the people, both adults and youth, who worked so hard to make this event authentic and fun. I am especially grateful for the Mormon Pioneers who led the way to Zion, through extreme hardships, so they could live with their beloved Heavenly Father. Their faith is looked up to in our day.
We must always remember that, although we may not have to endure physical trials, we do have very trying spiritual temptations and tribulations. With faith, we can live lives of righteousness and cleanliness. I especially learned the importance of morality when I came back from Trek to a world of immodesty, profanity, and several other immoralities. My eyes were opened to my own imperfections, and how I can be more valiant in my pursuit of celestial glory.
I testify that we have a very loving Heavenly Father, who wants us to return to Him with a pure intent, contrite spirit, and broken heart. I know Jesus Christ is our older brother, the Beloved Son of God, who came upon this earth to die for our sins and show by example the Plan of Salvation. I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, ordained of God, to restore the true church upon the earth and translate the Book of Mormon, which is true, for the latter-day saints. I know that if we follow our Father's commandments and serve Him with all our our heart, might, mind, and strength, that we can be exalted in the last day. I am blessed to be a member of this church, and be able to partake of the truth of His gospel, especially in amazing programs like Trek. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
If you have any questions about Trek and what I learned from it, please ask! :) Have a fantastic weekend!