Up at 6:00 and through with
breakfast by 8:00. At 10 o’clock we were ready to try our luck on the highway.
Elder Thorderson took both Elder Gywnn and myself to the highway and then let
us go, letting Elder Gwynn off first. I got out a little further down the
highway and stood there like a bum trying to hale everyone that past. Boy of
all the stupid feelings. I had not waited long however until Elder Gwynn came
along riding in an old Chevy. The back of the car was filled with tires,
suitcases, beds, and junk in general, and the two (driver and Elder Gwynn)
filled the front seat so I climbed on top of the junk and in this manner rode
to Bakersfield which is 120 miles from Fresno. After reaching Bakersfield and
getting my legs and arms wake we found no trouble in finding the mission home,
and boy what a nifty little home. So much better than the barn at Fresno that
it seemed to good to be true. Elder
Gwynn got food to stewing and I cleaned up the house and it wasn’t long until it
was real homelike.
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