I have always had an absorbing fascination with maps. I can remember sitting in an office at an elementary school near San Bernardino, CA, at a desk with a road map of the area covered by a sheet of glass. My Mom and Dad were discussing with the Principal whether or not I should skip the second grade. His name was Mr. Edwards. Thinking back, he bore a passing resemblance to Karl Malden. His nose was smaller (whose isn’t?), and he wasn’t wearing a hat. Other than that he could have been in The Streets of San Francisco. It was 1963—if I remember correctly—and I was paying little attention to the voices in the room as I gazed at the map, tracing across the cool glass the many possible routes from home to school to the park and back again.
Twenty years later I was married with a child on the way. My wife, Anita, jokingly mocked my map “fetish” calling me “Mr. Reads-Maps-For-Fun.” Since she is Little Miss “How-Do-I-Get-to-<wherever>,” I guess we’re a match made in heaven. Personal computers were just coming out, and on-line maps were not far away. Now, twenty-some years later still, you can hardly browse the Internet without seeing a link to some kind of map.
For years now we’ve been driving around in our white 2003 Caravan with a GPS unit fixed to the glass next to the rear-view mirror. With “Edith” to guide us, we have found a number of Dairy Queens in remote places. I am very pleased to have her there, as I have way too much pride to stop and ask directions.
Today (8/1/2011) we’re avidly anticipating a long-planned vacation. We will be driving from our home in Iowa out to Utah, Colorado, and Arizona, visiting every National Park we can make time for. I expect to hear the word “recalculating” a lot. We are planning on lots of hiking with our HD camcorder and our handheld GPS device. With my love of maps, and Anita’s love of hiking, this is certain to be a wonderful memory-maker. It’s hard to imagine a more suitable endeavor than KeenHandheldGPS.com.








