A couple of weeks ago I heard that one of the youth groups in our stake was doing a 22 mile hike to the Las Vegas Temple. They got this idea from two talks given in General Conference by
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf and
Elaine S. Dalton about a stonecutter that worked on the Salt Lake Temple. He would walk 22 miles on Monday to get to the temple and then return home on Friday walking the 22 miles home. He had an accident on his farm leaving him with one leg and he still made the 22 mile walk to the temple. The theme for the hike was "We Can Do Hard Things".
I remember thinking what an awesome experience, but kind of glad it wasn't our ward. Little did I know that last Sunday my husband would be invited to go with them since he is their high councilman. For the record I did ask if I could go but thought someone would have to stay home with the kids. Quincy quickly arranged his parents to watch the kids so I could join him. We were in. We really didn't have time to prepare physically for the walk. I walk three-ish miles three times a week and go to zumba twice a week. Quincy rides a stationary bike every morning so I felt that we would be okay on the walk. I did worry more about Quincy and his chicken legs compared to my thunder thighs.
Quincy and I before the hike
Friday night came and we met at the church at 7:00p.m. they gave us a quick overview and a sack dinner. Then they drove all 77 participants up to Seven Hills in Henderson to start our journey. I wanted the driver to stop driving because the farther he went meant how much more walking we had to do. Finally, we got to a park in Anthem and ate our turkey sandwich while they read a letter from Elaine S. Dalton that she wrote just for our group. She talked about how at the end of our journey we should touch the temple in a certain spot that we would always remember. A place we would take our kids to and remind them of our experience because this is an experience we would never want to forget.
So at 8:45p.m. (without Pepsi might I add) we started on our 22 mile journey to the temple. They had it well planned out with three SUV's with their hazards on, following us the whole way. They were there to hand out water, protect us in the crosswalks, take pictures, and give us encouragement even though they were sitting in warm cars. The weather was a little windy at first but once we got out of the neighborhood we felt it more. I had to take out my contacts leaving me semi-blind for the rest of the walk.
Our view of the strip on our walk.
They had planned five stops along the way where they would pass out light snacks and water. Three of those times we had quick devotionals. They talked about physical, mental and spiritual strength at each one.
The group
Quincy and I at the half-way point. 11 miles! I remember thinking at this time if I was the stonecutter guy I would have just relocated my family closer to the temple.
Behind Quincy is the UNLV football stadium. Still a ways from the temple.
We were excited to get to our next stop because they said there was going to be a special surprise there. Quincy thought it was going to be pizza but I was hoping for hot chocolate. When we got there it was cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate. Heaven! I was so excited that I went and got the rolls for Quincy and I. Being blind from no contacts I couldn't see Quincy where I had left him. Then I saw him sitting on the ground. I tried to hand him his roll but he wasn't responding. Then he kind of fell backward and started mumbling. I kept saying his name but he was just staring off. No other way to say it but I was scared! Finally after what felt like a long time (probably 15 seconds) he snapped out of it. One of the men in the vehicles is a firefighter he said to give him water and to eat. They took him over to one of the SUV's and he did just that. He started feeling better instantly. I was so relieved because I didn't want my companion not to finish the trek that we had started together. We both drank some hot chocolate and started walking again.
Even though Quincy said he was good I checked on him every five minutes or so. I didn't want him collapsing while we were walking. Others would check on us but they would say hey they're the Walkers, they'll be fine. We never stopped walking even though the seats in the SUV's looked mighty comfy. They would take the slower kids to the front of everyone and dropped them off but we never took them up on that offer. Needless to say we were at the back of the group.

At the last stop before the temple we sat down and heard our final devotional on spiritual strength. I don't remember too much except he talked about how Ether was taught to build the barges to cross the ocean to the promised land. The Lord told him that it was to be tight like a dish. When we got up to make the last three miles to the temple, I was tight like a dish. It was hard to get going again. Now I remember thinking that I didn't want to complain even once during this experience. I should have nothing to complain about. I had comfy new balance shoes on both of my feet that I knew the pioneers didn't have. I didn't have to pack everything I own and push it. But at this time I was having a hard time walking. But the more we walked we got loose and walked out last miles.

But in those last couple of miles we had to pass our house. That's it behind Quincy. It was hard to do knowing my bed was just waiting for me. Also, see the lady in this picture with Quincy? She is our new hero. She is the Young Women's president of this ward and she made the walk. She is 64 but acted like one of the teenagers.
At 6:30 Quincy and I, hand in hand, walked up the last street to the Las Vegas Temple. It never looked so beautiful as the sun came up and we completed our journey. When we got there they said that it took us 9 hours and 38 minutes to make our 22 mile journey. We went in the temple grounds and they had the Las Vegas Temple President there to greet us. Quincy went and sat down and then I followed him. This was the first time we had to sit since we got there. Then they told us to come for the picture. While they were taking the picture, Quincy and I both started to not feel good. I said I better sit and then I blacked out. Quincy sat me down. Luckily it was quick and we both recovered fine with some water. The whole trip I was picturing Quincy and I taking a picture of our spot on the temple wall like Sister Elaine S. Dalton said but we were so woozy and sore that this was the only picture we got. Where we collapsed. Maybe this sidewalk will be our spot.

We walked to the church next to the temple where they had breakfast waiting for us. Quincy and I were both too tired to get up and eat. We had someone take us home and both collapsed a couple of hours. I don't think I have ever been so exhausted. We still can't walk too well.
Needless to say this is Quincy and I's new motto. I just want to add one more word.
We can do hard things together!
This is from
here if you want one for yourself.