We were invited to be in the BYU Homecoming Parade on the 24th (October, not July), as part of our neighbor's entry, the Tarlton Lewis Handcart Company. Our neighbor is a descendant, and he's made his own handcart and totes it out occasionally to give some people the chance to push, others to pull.
Rob and the kids and friends dressed up and pulled the handcart through the streets of Provo, behind the honors students, the hip hop club and the paunchy CDU alumni on their scooters; ahead of the mayor and the international folk dancers. Joss and I went down and watched the whole parade, sitting next to the BYUSA stand where people got suspiciously green pancakes (supposed to be blue, but they just looked creepy to me).
The family came down the road slapping hands and waving and hallooing the crowds. Maddie said she had "the time of her life".
Once we came home, everyone was tired. Rob was stiff, the kids just flopped around. Maddie tried to make the case that it was harder to pull a handcart on paved asphalt roads than over hills and through rivers on bumpy, rocky trails. Sebi took a nap and woke up with a fever. We waited for it to turn into the trendy swine flu or even the unstylish garden variety, but it seemed that he was just really tired from the walking. Cute as he was here, it's a good thing he wasn't a pioneer or we would have had to bury him before Winter Quarters in Nebraska.
Once we came home, everyone was tired. Rob was stiff, the kids just flopped around. Maddie tried to make the case that it was harder to pull a handcart on paved asphalt roads than over hills and through rivers on bumpy, rocky trails. Sebi took a nap and woke up with a fever. We waited for it to turn into the trendy swine flu or even the unstylish garden variety, but it seemed that he was just really tired from the walking. Cute as he was here, it's a good thing he wasn't a pioneer or we would have had to bury him before Winter Quarters in Nebraska.
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