Yesterday we went to have dinner with our ward at Cinnamon Creek. The instructions on how to get there said that it would roughly be 45 minutes to get there. We took Craig's car on this trek...the thing that I failed to mention is that it has a remarkably low tail pipe that doesn't like dirt roads with giant boulders in the way. It took us 93 minutes to get there because we had to go so S-L-O-W.

The best thing was that I found my desired mission call when I am older: cinnamon creek checker-iners. As we were driving past the gate to get into the campground there was an old couple sitting in lawn chairs reading. As we drove past Elder Simmons directed us to which campground we would be going. Can you imagine camping in a trailer for your mission?! Saweet!