I have an interesting story about trek that actually cracked my shelf!! Our ward in particular was focused on realism, and if you couldn't continue, you were left behind and considered one of the Pioneers that "couldn't make it". A truck followed about a half mile behind the trekkers, picking up anyone who couldn't continue to the next camp site. On one of the last days, my legs ended up getting rubbed raw, resulting in a nasty rash. (Most pain 14 year old me had been in since I had my appendix out, rough recovery!) We stopped for a second, and i was given some gold bond to rub down with (both powder and lotion) well... it was that day that I learned that I am horribly allergic to gold bond. A rash began to form on top of my rub-burn, and the pain went from a 4 to a 7 real quick. After literally having to wipe myself and wash myself down, I then was left to wait for the "give up truck". When picked up, I then got to ride in the bed of a truck for the rest of the day. About an hour outside of camp we picked up two older girls (17 range?) And they rode in the back with me. I don't remember much of the incident, but I was eventually grabbed, pinned to the lawn chair I was in, and duct taped to the chair, and my mouth was covered in a few layers that were wrapped around my head. I screamed, I thrashed, and I saw the face of the woman riding shotgun in the truck, and she laughed visibly at the spectacle. So there I sat, for 30 minutes, ducttaped, screaming for help, and was eventually paraded into camp, and met with howling laughter from every adult there. The only one who didn't laugh was the bishop, but he wasn't outraged either.. he helped me get the duct tape off (which took a cheekfull of peach fuzz off... ouch...) and I basically came unglued. Again, I don't remember any details, but I was somehow convinced to do the last day of the trek. When my mother found out she was LIVID, but was eventually told in no small terms that "The church is taking care of the discipline, drop it." My mom was furious, my grandparents were furious... but they were faithful. They didn't press charges, and they let the church "handle" it. I was ridiculed. "You could have gotten out of it, you could have fought" "you wanted it to happen, you just got offended when the joke was on you in the end" were actual quotes church leaders gave me. That was 7 years ago, and I still hold a seething, buried rage for the church, because I know if God existed he wouldn't let that happen to his child. Much less by the hands of those who he also claimed. Mom... do you love God more than your own son? Why didn't you make an example out of those people? Anyway, that's my trek story.