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[1 Ne. 2] Road to Camp Gra’nada

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Nibley alone’s probably spent a good thousand pages per verse for the first half of the chapter commentating about how the narrative fits the locale and culture and linguistic forms. As not all have punched their ticket with Twain and his Innocents Abroad, those nuances are lost on the casual reader. Suffice it to say that the various clauses once thought to be incredulous at the time of publication, are now heavily substantiated by post-publication scholarship.

Some would say that this is historical revisionism, or projecting causation to cases of convenient correlation, whatever. However, going back to the narrative itself, the restless natives whined and complained as is customary with any forced family outing under the auspicious direction of the Dear Leader, but voluntarily went along anyways. Entertaining thoughts of plying the human trafficking business is a co-dependent variation of the world’s oldest professions as some form of escapism, whereby flipping a credit default risk option to cover a futures contract on the indentured servitude of one’s siblings can be exploited for a variety of fiscal and emotional gain. Generally this is just entertained as escapist therapy, and it actually takes quite a bit of effort and discomfort to take the step to seriously contemplate doing something about it.

Now as to things said and NOT said. It does say they got out of town, and only took the essentials. It does not say that they went to ground, up the river, or didn’t take at least a bug-out bag. Considering that proper tents are sized to tarp a couple class-A motorhomes or a surplus WW1 tank or two and weigh more than the straw that the camels hump, A – they knew what they were doing and B – they had the means to. The complaints weren’t starving to death at this point, it was the old “I can see my house from here why are we on this stupid trip to see old dead people and places that are boring and they’re touching me and hogging the hummus and my butt hurts”.

Also not said at this point is anything about avoiding anyone else on the road. Once they’re down the ‘hill’ and across the river, they’re off in the Middle-Eastern Mexico, off to Tijuana for all they know with a million other people in all likelihood, and nobody else minds. So they pull into a campground, setup the tent in the dark, find out that Sam misplaced the tent pegs, Laman was carving “this trip is stupid” into the center post a 1000 times, Lemuel had to go potty a couple wadi’s ago, Sariah’s too tired to cook, and Lehi’s out looking at the stars AGAIN. You know, there was this one time, on that one trip …