Sacred Sticks

After our hour or so on the Hill Cumorah we were on our way to the Sacred Grove. That's when we got some horrible news...there was an overwhelming need to stop in the visitors center to use the bathroom. We carry an empty bottle in the car for situations like this, but that just wasn't going to cut it this time. We had a game plan to get in and out as fast as possible, but that joint had no back door, so we got stuck following the "cute" old missionaries into the room where we were subjected to all sorts of multi-media presentations about stuff we already knew. Kudos to the missionaries that run the visitors centers in these middle-of-nowhere towns, they really are doing good work out there and I should be more grateful, but I'm quite itinerant while car-tripping and if it ain't puttin' miles behind us, then I ain't doing it.

The Sacred Grove is a short drive away from the Hill Cumorah and the exact size I expected it to be. As you can see in the pictures, the leaves hadn't come out yet, so it just wasn't quite the same as in all the movies. Zoe didn't mind though, the grove was full of her favorite toys; sticks. She wasn't happy until she had dug around in the dirt with every stick in sight. Meanwhile, Sara and I spent many harrowing minutes trying to get her to look at the camera while we took a picture. Perhaps we should have attached the camera to a stick. I imagine this place is gorgeous with foliage.