Monday: Day 3This road trip ended up taking a lot more posting space than I had originally intended, thus the 3 posts. To go in order, you'll have to scroll down to #1, then up to #2, then here.
Monday of our trip was such a good day. We started it off by showering (FINALLY) at our campground (nice work KOA, way to keep your bathrooms clean), and then rushing off to a 9:00 session in the Palmyra temple. The temple was beautiful on the inside. It was my first time inside a mini temple, and I loved it. The youth were doing baptisms right across from the endowment rooms, it was fun to be able to see all aspects of the temple working so close together. We LOVED the stained glass in this temple, all of which was fashioned to look like the Sacred Grove. It was so simple, but so pretty. There is also one clear window through which you can look straight through and across a field to the Sacred Grove, about which President Hinckley said the Palmyra temple is the one place you can stand in one temple and look out and see another (or something like that) in reference to the Grove. It was so beautiful and peaceful.
One of President Hinckley's sons was actually in our session, and my favorite thing about that is that if Jon hadn't heard someone say that in the men's dressing room, we probably never would have known. He was dressed just like the rest of us, sat where the rest of us sat, and did everything the rest of us did. I love how the temple makes us all equals and it seems to erase our differences that are more obvious out in the world. We didn't speak to him, but it's fun to see his family continuing onward full of faith. I'm sure he's a wonderful man like his father.

From the temple we drove down to Fayette, NY to go to the Peter Whitmer home, another site we had missed on our trip last year. It was perfect timing since all the pageant people had left, and we had a tour with just one other couple in addition to ourselves. The senior sister missionary giving us the tour was great, and she knew so many extra stories about everything that had happened here—she'd really studied up on her church history, and she made it a lot of fun. We loved it. We took our time, and the truthfulness of the events that happened there seemed so peacefully obvious as we were reminded of their great significance. The reorganization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was on April 6, 1830 in Lafayette, NY, in the Peter Whitmer home. So many sacrifices were made for that event to happen, and so many blessings have flowed worldwide since. It was a perfect way to follow our temple session.

The replica room of where the church was organized and the first sacrament of our day was blessed and passed. They fit 50-60 people in here!

The Peter Whitmer home was also where much of the Book of Mormon was translated by Joseph with Oliver Cowdery, after the persecution in Harmony, PA had become too extreme to finish it there. History and journal research says the room they finished the translation in probably looked somewhat like the room below. Fayette is also where the prophet was when the priesthood was restored on Earth through Peter, James and John, depicted in the sculpture below. We would totally recommend going there to anyone who hasn't been. We stayed until the skies opened and dumped an entire ocean on us again, and then we were off for the rest of our drive home.

Addendum: the drive home On the way back to VA, we stopped in Williamsport, PA, because who wouldn't want to stop in the big city with a small town feeling where the Little League International Championship field is? Okay, maybe not everyone would stop, but my dad did once with us on a family vacation, and luckily Jon wanted to do the same. I LOVE baseball fields, and this one is especially cool. It's down off the side of a huge hill that makes for a pretty cool stadium feeling where people can watch the game from the sides of the hill. We loved it, and we probably spent 45 minutes there or so, just walking around, reading signs and plaques they'd put up, and living up the little league life. The truck says it all...
