My TOTALLY AWESOME team! (Everyone except my uncle Bryan. The finish line doesn't even excite him anymore, so he ditched out.)
Coming through the finish line. Patrick finished up for our team. He was our fastest, strongest runner. It was so fun to see him round the bend into the venue park. None of us even cared that it was POURING rain at that point. It felt SO GOOD to be done!
"Do you think he needs some water guys? Nah, just keep driving. He looks fine." :)
We loved seeing these blue signs!
Grupo, Monchy, Fernando, and Carlos. Don't ask. These nicknames stuck the whole race, and are still sticking!! I was so nervous in this picture, because I was only a few runners away from my VERY DIFFICULT run through Avon Pass.
Standing by Lake Jordanelle at sunrise...just before we all finished our last legs. It was so beautiful! We were lucky to have been able to stay at my uncle's cabin in Oakley, instead of in the car or the high school gym, like most of the runners had to do (even though we did only get like 2 hours of sleep).
Trying to keep warm...at 3:00 in the morning! I was so glad I got to spend this time with Al before she moved. She's been one of my best friends for the past 6 years, and BOY am I going to miss her!
Melissa, Avery, and Jesse
Our good friend, Jesse, had been training along with us the past few months. It was fun to see him and his amazing team, who ran in honor of Stephanie Nielson (or Nie, the plane crash survivor).
This race was one of the hardest, yet most rewarding races I've done. It was so fun to be among so many people who share my same passion, and I loved all of the new friends I was able to make too. It's amazing the appreciation you have for your other teammates when you are all working towards the same goal. At the finish line, when the other half of our team was coming back from their super hard mountain climbs, we were there to welcome them in. It felt so amazing to be able to run through the finish line all together, because we'd all worked equally as hard to get there. I was holding back the tears. :)
I know...they were kind of spoiled. It's a far cry from what I actually had to experience up at Camp Mia Shalom, when I was a youth. But, other than the electricity, kitchen, bathrooms, and warm place to sleep, it's just like we were full on camping. :)
We really had some great Priesthood leaders up there with us helping out. Bro. Orton taught us all how to make some yummy dutch oven meals. And I loved having Andy come up for the Dinner with the Bishopric. 
30 girls + a long hike in the rain = 60 VERY MUDDY shoes!
Our "great and spacious building" that the girls had to pass on the Faith Walk.
