We drove to Gerlach, NV to have a missionary lesson there; the church member's house was far out of town. (It turned out to be the Thompsons, who made really good brownies.) The Taylors were there too, as well as my Mom and Mr. Lewis. We passed by some houses with straw roofs which I thought were where the 'natives' lived. When we got to the house, we all signed our names on a sheet of paper. I thought my Mom had signed my name for me, but it turned out to be someone else, so I just signed my name under it. Some girl commented on my sloppy signature... Meanwhile, we were waiting for a huge storm to hit.