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Monday
Aug172009

The Women

Polygamy (Plural Marriage)

The family is ordained of God. Marriage between man and woman is essential to His eternal plan. At certain times and for His specific purposes, God, through His prophets, has directed the practice of plural marriage (sometimes called polygamy), which means one man having more than one living wife at the same time. In obedience to direction from God, Latter-day Saints followed this practice for about 50 years during the 1800s but officially ceased the practice of such marriages after the Manifesto was issued by President Woodruff in 1890. Since that time, plural marriage has not been approved by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and any member adopting this practice is subject to losing his or her membership in the Church.

-Taken from LDS.ORG

It was a hot day in late June, the Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake City wasn't crowded, and the animals were surprisingly active. I packed lunches for my sons and myself. We enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on a picnic table while watching zebras play. I chose a table away from the others, that was in the shade and clean. As we were eating, a man and woman wheeled their disabled adult son around us to a table that was more secluded than ours. They prepared their son for a tube feeding, and fed him. I watched my sons, interested in their reaction. It didn't phase them. They smiled at the three-person family, happily ate their sandwiches and enjoyed the rearing zebras.

As we walked around the zoo, I noticed some young men wearing jeans, long-sleeve, button-front shirts and wide brimmed hats. The Hogle Zoo is near a historical park where employees wear "pioneer" clothes. At first I thought the young men were from the park, but then I noticed their contemporary shoes. Then I saw them join several young girls, a few women and one man. They were an FLDS polygamist family.

On occasion I see sister-wives shopping for groceries and I'm aware of a few polygamist homes where I've seen women and children milling around, but I've never seen an entire FLDS family together in public. I was fascinated. I wanted to follow them, watch them, eavesdrop, take pictures, and ask questions. 

Coincidentally, we happened to be on the same general path around the zoo so I was able to observe this family for nearly an hour. I was not following them, I was following my kids. It was serendipitous.

What I noticed...

The Girls:  They ranged in age from preschool age to late teens. They all wore the classic FLDS dresses and had long, beautifully braided hair. They were pretty little girls, all fair-haired or red-haired, and freckled. They looked healthy and happy, spoke freely to one another, their brothers, mothers and father, and moved about the exhibits with the normal pace and excitement of any child. Some of the older girls had digital and video cameras. They never looked at or seemed to notice another human being. It was as if people were invisible, or insignificant, like a tree or a bush. Aware of it's location, but able to maneuver around the object without looking directly at it.

The Boys:  They too ranged in age from preschool age to late teens. There were fewer boys than girls, and a couple of the older ones had rugged good looks, and working hands. Their coloring was like the girls, and again, they were all attractive, looked physically healthy, talked and laughed with each other and their family members, and displayed unabashed excitement and pleasure while viewing the animals. Their long sleeve shirts were buttoned at the collar and their hats looked like something Tom Sawyer would wear. The only visible skin, like the girls, was their hands and their faces. They also did not look at another person outside of their family. Not once.

The Father:  He was dressed like the boys except his hat looked like a pith helmet. He was a red-haired man, not nearly as handsome as his sons, and built like Rush Limbaugh. His face resembled Ron Howard's, almost soft and appealing, with an expression that I read as both melancholy and content. He may have been 45-55 years old. He stayed close to his wives and occasionally he bent down to listen to something a young child wanted to say to him, giving the child a smile and a pat. He looked at the animals, but he was watching people. I believe he was constantly taking in the surroundings as the protector of his family.

The Women:  I saw four wives. They were dressed like the girls, hair elaborately braided with high bangs, but these weren't pretty women. They looked middle-aged, tired and frumpy, although I can't honestly say that they looked unhappy. Their faces likely betrayed their age. They were probably younger than they looked. The kids all appeared so physically healthy with rosy cheeks, nice teeth and bright eyes. The women, in contrast, all had 20-40 pounds to lose and looked like the kind of women who are busy taking care of everyone but themselves. Two of the women had digital cameras and were snapping pictures of the animals and the kids. Just like the children, none of the women looked at anyone outside of their family.

My Sons:  They seemed oblivious to this family. Other zoo visitors were clearly curious, and I was both surprised and pleased to see how discreetly people tried to satisfy their curiosity. Glancing at one of the family members quickly, resisting the urge to stare. My boys didn't even steal a glance. At one point Toddler Child was in the midst of several little FLDS girls, darting from exhibit to exhibit. He moved their skirts out of the way if he couldn't see an animal. I nearly hurt myself trying to take a picture of Toddler Child looking at a crocodile with the girls. To preserve the kids' identities, I'll only share this one.

Toddler Child with the FLDS girls

I've watched various documentaries about the FLDS sect. Women [who haven't escaped] claim to be happy and content. How can they not be when they don't know anything different? I find it interesting that even with the boundaries established for them, the women are still women. Because they don't cut their hair, they get as creative as possible with intricate braids, twists and bangs. The dresses have subtle differences in pleats, buttons, collars, and stitching. When given a box in which to operate, they still explore every nook and cranny. Where these women can exercise their girl-power, they do.

I don't know why this family was in Salt Lake City at the Hogle Zoo on an afternoon in late June. They may have been in town for reasons associated with the Warren Jeffs trial. I'm not aware of FLDS members vacationing. The children I saw that day appeared healthy and happy. Almost typical in their behavior. Their future is predictable unless they exit the faith. We know the end of the story. With the recent attention on the Lost Boys and the practice of marrying underage girls [something the FLDS sect has renounced], perhaps their future will be... I don't know... better? not so bad? Their world is so radically different from ours that it's difficult to imagine.

The father of this family seemed content and proud of his beautiful children and devoted wives. I'm convinced he believes he's traveling a righteous path.

To think about this entire family, their beliefs, the obviously hard-working boys, girls, women and even father, their clothing on a hot summer day, wondering if the boys would ever have a chance to marry, knowing none of them will marry for love... in total left me feeling still curious, and uneasy. But it was the faces of the women, those women, that disturbed me the most. 

Monday
Aug102009

Almost Badass

[I wrote this post for my other blog "See Chrisy Run", but thought I'd post it here too.]

Supermodel and I completed the Jupiter Peak Steeplechase on Saturday. Our concern about the weather was for naught. We couldn't have asked for more perfect conditions weather-wise. The temps were in the 40s and 50s, no wind, no rain, and blue skies. My gear bag was packed with so many clothing options, it looked like I was going on vacation for a week. I wore a sleeveless shirt and no gloves. I was very comfortable.

Race Synopsis:

Mile 1:  Up

Mile 2:  Up

Mile 3:  Up

Mile 4:  Up

Mile 5:  Up

Mile 6:  Up

Mile 7Areyoukiddingme? Up [Without exaggeration we climbed, using our hands, to the top of Jupiter Peak. The peak was comprised of loose rock with weeds growing sporadically. We could grab the weeds for balance, but there was no trail and the rocks slipped underfoot. The view gave me vertigo and nausea, so I looked quickly...once. Maybe another time.]

Mile 8:  Slightly Down [after scaling the Peak], but then... UP

Mile 9:  Slightly Down - Fall Number ONE for me.

Mile 10:  Down

Mile 11:  Down

Mile 12:  Down

Mile 13:  Down, Up, Down - Fall Number TWO for me.

Mile 14:  Down

Mile 15:  Down - Fall Number THREE for me.

Mile 16:  Down - FINISH!

There were varying degrees of intensity and grade with the climbs and descents, but you get the picture.

For those who haven't run a hill climb that includes a descent, running down is more difficult than one would think. There were a few sections that were too steep to run, and the runnable sections required restraint on my part because my knees can't take the pounding.

Supermodel and I separated early in the race. It happens. We positioned ourselves at the very back of the pack before the start. Once we began running, I realized we'd made a mistake. There were people ahead of us who probably should not have been. We were running on a forest service road for roughly the first half mile, then we all poured onto a single-track trail that was 18" wide. The race began up a hill, so everyone was dealing with immediate oxygen debt. I did the best I could to reposition myself before the single-track.  Supermodel was doing the same thing, but we lost each other. We both knew the other would be okay.

This was a very difficult event, which made reaching the finish line that much sweeter. Chris and the boys were there to support me, and Chris took several pictures. Here I am before I noticed Chris or the boys.

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With yards to go, I saw this...

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Which made me so happy, I almost cried...

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...before I finally ran across the finish line.

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After the race, Supermodel and I hugged and congratulated one another. It's always a bonding experience to train with someone and complete a goal together. [We still have two more events ahead of us.] Supermodel told me all about her run, and I told her about mine. We shared and cared about each other's aches, pains, joys, and victorious moments. Supermodel and a few other runners were charged by a mother moose and her baby around mile four on the course! 

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Supermodel also fell, only once, but she was scraped pretty badly. We decided it's not your first trail race if you don't leave skin on the trail. Just like, it's not a party until somebody pukes. We're both officially initiated.

Toddler Child did not like seeing my skinned knees...

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Supermodel and I after wiping ourselves with Wet Wipes.

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Before we loaded up the car to head home, we paid a visit to the results table. We were each handed a card with our UNOFFICIAL Overall Finish as well as our Age Group Finish. My card said 32nd overall. 
Supermodel's overall finish was very near that. We asked the woman who handed us our cards how many people actually ran the race and she said close to 250. Supermodel and I raised our eyebrows at each other and said, Not too shabby!

The following day, OFFICIAL Results were posted on a website. I discovered that our "Overall Finish" results were for WOMEN only. The race was timed as a Men's Steeplechase and a Women's Steeplechase, which is typically a subset of Official Results in other races I've completed.

I called Supermodel.

Me:  Guess what?

Supermodel:  What?

Me:  Official Results are posted and we didn't do quite as well as we thought. We still did a great job, but it's a little deflating. Our overall finish number was only for WOMEN.

Supermodel:  I liked thinking it was for the whole field.

Me:  Me too. 

We may not have finished quite as well as we originally thought, but we each did better than we expected we would. And? It's possible I finished the race with a broken wrist. It's definitely sprained, the swelling's gone down, and my mobility's returning. If it's not better tomorrow, I'll get an X-ray.

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Tell me that's not badass.

Thursday
Aug062009

Speedo-Mon

We're home for the rest of the summer so that means the boys will have to play with a hose in the backyard for fun, and we'll take an occasional day trip to check something off the list of Still To Do And See In Utah.

The good news is, our boys love playing in the hose. Toddler Child insists on wearing his fast swimsuit [Speedo], and  Mary joins our nearly-mistaken-for-Jamaican children while they play with water. They wear plenty of sunscreen. We're proud of our funky whiteness.

[Click on all photos to enlarge.]

Toddler Child and Mary playing in the hose. 

Funky white boys playing in the hose. 

A couple of days ago, Chris and I took the boys to Antelope Island State Park at the Great Salt Lake. We've lived in Utah nearly seven years and had never taken the time to visit the lake for which the state is so famous. I called for information and was told by a Very Nice Woman, that there was a beach, paddle boat rentals, a bistro, public restrooms and outdoor showers. I was told the salt content in the lake is 3% higher than the ocean, only brine shrimp live in the water, and there are several brine flies at the water's edge. The Very Nice Woman said the brine flies create a black ribbon on the beach and they will separate as you walk through them. Don't worry, she said, they don't bite, and once you get beyond them it's just you and the buoyant waters of the Great Salt Lake!

We weren't expecting Maui, but I envisioned a long day on the "island".

We spent two hours on Antelope Island, and one hour would have been plenty. There is a beach, but it should be called something different because the connotation that goes along with "beach" left us all feeling confused and disappointed. The bistro was run-down and closed. The three paddle boats available for rent were filthy and full of dead brine flies and live wolf spiders. We passed on the paddle boat rental.

There were BILLIONS of brine flies. BILLIONS. The ribbon the Very Nice Woman described, was several feet wide in places. The flies didn't bite; that part was true. But they peppered the top of the water as far as my eye could see. They were... icky. Middle Boy, lover of all living things, shrieked as he high-stepped through them to get in and out of the water.

Chris and the boys getting ready to enter the lake.  

Chris and Boys - Great Salt Lake

[Chris would like it known that he does not appreciate this picture, but he won't use his Blog Power of Veto. I think it's the outfit, old swim trunks and Super Friends t-shirt. I reminded him he was about to enter a cesspool so it was important to wear disposable clothes.]

If you click on the following photo to enlarge, you might be able to see the brine flies [that the Very Nice Woman said would only be at the water's edge] all over the lake.

Oldest Boy, Toddler Child in lake with brine flies 

I brought my bathing suit, but couldn't get beyond the smell and the flies. I kept my clothes on and waded in to my knees, but was miserable as I shooed flies, took pictures, and looked at my watch every 30 seconds hoping the kids would tire of the experience as I tolerated it.

Me in lake. Ewww. 

Luckily the boys didn't need too much time bobbing in the brine fly water, and Toddler Child got salt in his eye. We told him prior to getting in the water to be careful of his eyes, and we also told him there were brine shrimp living in the lake. He confused the two and cried as we walked back to the car, "I have shrimp in my eye."

I'm glad we saw the lake and swam in it [shudder], but I don't think we'll be returning. It's big, salty, and interesting, but if you want to check this site off of your list of places to see, call me for information instead of the Very Nice Woman.

Still To Do And See In UtahAntelope Island State Park

The Great Salt Lake from Antelope Island

[The Great Salt Lake from Antelope Island State Park]