The shoes were worn thin, patched and tattered from a walked journey of more than 1,300 miles. Sometimes it seemed there was no end to the dust that stung her eyes, the bone chilling cold or the challenging mountain peaks she recorded in her journal.
Then on the horizon, her first glimpse of sagebrush, Sego Lily and the salt flat desert of the Great Salt Lake Valley. Tears streamed down her bronzed and weathered face. A trek of more than three months and millions of footsteps from the Mississippi River neared an end. With a tattered quilt and singing her favorite hymn, “All is Well, All is Well,” she penned her final entry, then moved forward into the promised valley.
Who was this courageous pioneer woman? | 
