At noon we found ourselves several blocks away underneath my umbrella watching as a crane carried three men in a basket to the steeple. They hung there for awhile, and then went back down.
We could soon tell that nothing was happening quickly, so we walked closer to the temple and came upon the festivities on the Tabernacle grounds across the street. Families were picnicking (one family had a barbecue grill) and sprawled out on blankets and lawn chairs. Favorite spots were underneath trees, but one family even brought an awning. Children were running around giggling and playing in the little irrigation ditch.
The men in the crane went back down and a little bit later tried again. It was soon apparent that the wind was too strong for them to lift Moroni into place. A local Stake President gave a prayer over the loudspeaker asking for the wind to lift so that we could get Moroni into place. Meanwhile, Bryce and I took a walk to the grocery store across the road to see if we could get some food or use a bathroom. About half of the 5,000 people there had the same idea, so that didn't work.
We did get some closer pictures on our way back though.
Finally about 1:30, the wind had slowed enough that the second crane could lift Moroni into place.
The workers in the basket spent well over an hour getting the lightning rod wires that were attached under the statue threaded down into the spire. We watched for about twenty minutes and then decided to go get some food and come back to check later.
Look at the sky now! The wind had stopped and the clouds were gone. After we had eaten lunch and came back to check, the men were still working. Moroni does need to be very secure up there. I'm sure he'll be there for a couple hundred years.
4 comments:
A couple hundred years? I'm not sure if that is optimistic or pessimistic. Won't he be standing through the millenium? ;-)
It is fun to think that we will be able to go through that temple together once it opens.
so cool!
That's awesome!
You'll be able to tell your grand kids that you were to this event. I'd be a proud granny if I were you.
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