Meet The MapReader

The MapReader

Born to Travel

Some kids were born to be wild.  I was born to travel.  My parents were farmers, just like their parents.  They planted, plowed, and harvested.  And life was good.  Until the correspondence course salesman came calling.  And my father succumbed to his true career calling — the airline industry.

The year was 1959.  My sister was two and my mother was pregnant — with me. Dad passed that correspondence course. He was hired by Ozark Airlines as an “Agent” and we moved to the city. And life was still good.

My first airplane ride was when I was 6 weeks old.  It must have seemed so cosmopolitan.  A flight from Sioux City to Iowa City to see my Uncle Elmer. Our family’s version of going for a Sunday drive was to go to the airport and watch the planes take off and land.

Flying taught me the excitement of travel. From an airplane I saw for myself how big our country is — how much of it isn’t covered by big cities and interstates. All of those curvy roads and patchwork fields. The snake rivers and shadows of hills and valleys.

There is so much to discover. The options are endless! Come along as we share our experiences and we map out our journeys. Y’dstoti!  It’s worth the trip!

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