The Mystery on the Oregon Trail

“Come on, Papa,” said Christina, “you’re the cowboy pilot! You fly the Mystery Girl all over the world. You can’t be afraid of heights!”

“Well, I’m in control of the Mystery Girl when I fly,” Papa explained. “This arch is entirely different!”

Grant and Christina giggled at Papa’s anxious expression. It was funny, and rare, to see him nervous in his big cowboy hat and tough leather boots. Grant and Christina knew their grandparents well and often traveled with them. Mimi was a children’s mystery book writer, and Papa flew her anywhere she needed to go in his red-andwhite plane, the Mystery Girl.

Suddenly, the tour guide chimed in on the intercom. “Thank you for visiting the Gateway Arch, America’s Gateway to the West!”

That was their cue to make room for the next group of eager tourists. Grant and Christina gladly made their way to the tram that would take them on the steep return ride to the ground.

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