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-title: Survival Journal - Week 1
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-_Week 1 consisted of two sessions of instruction and
-3 days of torture, called Impact. The instruction did not mention
-Impact, or it would have scared everyone out of starting the course. I
-guess the theory was that after Impact, the rest of the course would
-seem like a piece of cake._
-
-## Tuesday, July 24 - 5:30 pm
-
-Since this is my first entry, I have a little catching up to do. I feel
-kind of silly, writing to myself like this. The flight down from
-Portland was really great. Flying into Salt Lake City over the lake was
-quite spectacular.
-
-I am presently at Grandma and Grandpa's and have been visiting with them
-most of the afternoon. I will be staying the night with them. Our first
-day of instruction lasted from 9 am to noon. I was greatly surprised to
-find that the girls outnumber the boys 2 to 1. Many are unexpectedly
-very good looking while just as many are the husky, big bruiser types. I
-was very impressed with our leaders. There are eight of them for our
-group of 31. Our patriarch, Chuck, is a returned missionary and a very
-special person.
-
-We spent most of the time being introduced to the course, going over
-equipment needs and learning people's names. They spared few details in
-telling us what to expect from the course. I think it will be a very
-spiritual experience as well as a very severe test of endurance.
-
-## Wednesday, July 25 - 10 pm
-After saying good-byes to the grand folks, I went to another session
-from 9 to 12. We were taught how to make bedrolls, flint and steel fires
-and how to take care of our feet. Afterwards we had a goal setting
-meeting. The kids in my group are really great kids and the meeting was
-a special experience. Many of the kids set their goal to improve their
-communication with and relation to our Heavenly Father. This is my goal
-too, but my main goal is to learn to base friendship on the inner, good
-qualities of people instead of outward appearances or other unimportant
-characteristics. I also want to learn to love others to the point that I
-care more about them than I do myself.
-
-I spent the afternoon making char-cloth and taking care of last-minute
-preparations. I ate my dinner very slowly and took a long hot shower. We
-leave for the desert at 6:30 tomorrow morning, so I won't be able to
-enjoy such luxuries again for a month.
-
-## Thursday, July 26
-The bus finally let us out on the trail at a vast open
-expanse of desert (near Keg Knoll). We were told to tank up on water, so
-I drank 10 pop cans full. It hurt to walk, I felt so bloated, but that
-only lasted about 2 hours. Our last meal was lunch and we started hiking
-at 4 pm. After 3 hours we started descending into Horseshoe Canyon. We
-kept descending until we reached the bottom at about 11: 30pm, our goal
-being to find water. The river bottom was dry when we got there, so we
-bedded down while the leaders went in search of water.
-
-By this time most of the canteens were dry and we were all hungry. This
-first three days is called "Impact" and, apparently, they don't intend
-to feed us or allow us any time to search for food.
-
-The leaders came back in half an hour and led us groping in the darkness
-to a little marshy place. We couldn't see what we were drinking, but it
-was probably better that we couldn't. The water tasted of swamp, but at
-least it was wet.
-
-We finally started to bed down at 12:30. The girls got their fire going
-right away. The boys finally gave up and borrowed some fire from the
-girls. I suspect one of the leaders started their fire. By the light of
-the fire, I could see that the spot we had chosen to sleep in was
-covered with prickly pear cactus. I kicked away enough to make a bare
-spot and I thought it would be okay. However, by departure time I had
-succeeded in impregnating every article of clothing I had with little,
-tiny stickers. I'll be picking those out for days.
-
-We assembled to leave at about 4:30 a.m. They told us to tank up on
-swamp water because it would be our best water all day. Few people drank
-much of it and it later proved to be a major source of trouble.
-
-We followed the canyon out till it joined the Green River. This river
-was so muddy that you couldn't see the bottom of a teaspoon through it.
-It wouldn't strain or settle, so the only way to drink it was to close
-your eyes and gulp. Sometimes you had to chew a little too.
-
-It must have been at least 90 deg. by 10 am and some of the kids started
-getting sick. Our goal this day was to hike about 14 miles to some good
-water, but the sick ones made the going awfully slow. My attitude was
-one of impatience almost to the point of anger toward these people who
-slowed us down so badly. I just wanted to get to that water, rinse the
-grit out of my teeth, guzzle a couple gallons and plop down in a heap
-under some tree.
-
-I should say something about the country we were moving through. Both
-the Horseshoe and the Green River Canyons were breathtaking to behold.
-People were exclaiming all the time when we first started out. By the
-start of our second day, the comments had dropped off a little and by
-noon nobody even cared anymore. While you were busy watching your step
-on the trail, it was easy to walk right beneath a huge monolith or
-balancing rock without even noticing it. I tried to keep looking around
-while we hiked, but truthfully, I didn't care all that much anymore
-either.
-
-Finally, they let about 10 of the healthier ones hike on ahead without
-stopping all the time for the lame and sick. The good water was supposed
-to be at the mouth of the Horsethief Canyon, and we set off at a fairly
-fast pace. I put everything I had into it and thought I was near
-exhaustion when we finally arrived at about 7pm. The little pond turned
-out to be back-up water from the Green River. It had settled a little,
-but you still couldn't see through it and it tasted terrible. I began
-to wonder why I had been stupid enough to go on this survival thing.
-
-When the others arrived and we had rested for an hour, the leaders
-informed us that we would be hiking on up the canyon till late in the
-night. We trudged on after a prayer for strength and watched the stars
-come out. I was carrying an extra bundle that belonged to one of the
-sick girls who was unable to carry it. When it got so dark that we could
-barely see, I traded shifts and helped the sick girl keep going.
-
-I grabbed her belt from behind and pulled her along while she leaned on
-me for balance. Thus, we went tripping and stumbling on into the night.
-Melody was a rather stout girl. She out-weighed me by 20 pounds.
-
-My previous attitude changed rather quickly when I saw how sick this
-girl was and how much courage she showed by still trying hard and giving
-her all. I realized how fortunate I was to not be so sick and how little
-effort I had to use compared to her. There were many similar situations
-in the rest of the group and our love for each other certainly grew that
-night.
-
-We finally came to a little pool of water below an ancient falls where
-we decided to bed down. We offered a sincere prayer of thanks for the
-good water and guidance we had received. I had no trouble falling asleep
-on the rocks at about one in the morning.
-
-At daylight, we tanked up and trudged on. We had to reach base camp
-about 8 miles away to set up for the weekend. This was at the end of Big
-Springs Canyon. No one had much strength left on this third day of
-Impact. It took the combined efforts of all to keep the group going at a
-very slow pace. Several times we had to pray to our source of strength
-to keep us going. We finally arrived at about 1:30 in the heat of the
-day.
-
-The water there was good, and we offered many thanks for our arrival. We
-are now waiting for the supply truck to come with some food. I have been
-catching up my journal but, at least the ordeal of Impact is over. It
-certainly proved our motto, "If it doesn't kill you, it will make you
-stronger" to be true. I have learned much about myself and my
-limitations.
-
-## Monday, July 30 - 6 pm
-I'm sitting here at Mule seep wondering what's
-going on. I hope this [is]{.underline} Mule Seep. Anyway, I'd better
-take up where I left off.
-
-## Saturday, July 28
-The supply truck finally came late in the afternoon.
-They had had car trouble, I guess. First, they gave us 10 gallons of
-tang and a carrot apiece to get our systems going again. Then, we
-organized into cook groups or family groups with a men and women's
-leader. Connie, a very nice RN, and I were chosen as leaders of our
-group. We would fill the role of mother and father of the family group
-for the week. Then the weekend food was distributed to each family
-group. We were given hamburger, potatoes, carrots, oatmeal, flour, brown
-sugar, salt, and milk. We had a fairly decent stew for our dinner that
-night. That same evening, we organized our student branch. Jay Bossardt
-is our Branch President.