Whatever happens, happens!

Well, my dearest vehicle tommy the toyota tercel has recently kicked the bucket. A tribute post to him will be coming soon, but this is one just about how I have struggled without him. I wanted to go to the Provo temple this past thursday, but since I do not have a vehicle to get me there, I took my trusty bicycle. I wore jeans while riding there (you can't ride a bike with a skirt very well...) , thinking that there was a bathroom somewhere at that park just south of the temple where I could change into a skirt when I got there.
I got to the MTC, and decided to find a bike rack, and then walk up to where a bathroom was. Welp, the nearest bike rack was at wymount (BYU married housing), and my large orange bicycle stuck out like a monster sitting in the rack surrounded my tiny little tricycles from all the kids at wymount. It was really funny. So, when I got to the park, I circled several buildings looking for a door to a bathroom, but woe is me, there were none. Crud. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't wear jeans into the temple, I had my skirt with me right there in my purse, it was just a matter of finding somewhere to put it on. I thought for a second of just standing in between two cars and doing a quick jean/skirt swap, but I would feel awful if any of these temple going people had their spiritual experiences ruined by catching a glance of some crazy stripping in the parking lot.
I was stumped. I thought about maybe just going back home, but the thought crossed my mind, "I even shaved for this!" I had brought a knee lenght skirt, so I even went the extra mile and shaved before I left. I hate shaving. There was no way that was going to be for nothing. It furthered my determintation. There was no way I was going back home until I had attended the temple. There had to be another way...So I sat on the green electric box pretending to text (there was a couple watching me circle around the park probably thinking I was some terrorist) so as to dispel suspicions of my odd behavior while I thought of a solution. All of a sudden to my eyes appeared this lovely large pine tree just a few feet from me. It looked like this...
I remember learning once that if you crawl underneath the bottom branches there is open space near the trunk. Enough space perhaps to change your pants. I jumped off the green box and crawled on under the bottom branches, and behold! there was space! And no one could see me! I changed into my skirt and then climbed right back out. As I stood back up and started to proceed to the temple now, that I was dressed appropriately, I noticed that same couple sitting with their child a ways away on the grass laughing at me. They saw me go in AND come out. How embarrassing, but I was so proud of myself for thinkin of it. :)
I finally got to go to the temple, and I'll tell ya what, it was better experience because I kinda had to work for it! Ha, I think I appreciated being there more because It was so much trickier getting there than normal! Luckily I found some lovely friends inside who let me change in their car afterwards. It was a great evening at the Provo Temple. Ha, what a funny day. :)