The Mystery on the Oregon Trail

“Come on, Papa,” said Christina,
“you’re the cowboy pilot! You fly the <strong>Mystery</strong>
Girl all over the world. You can’t be afraid
of heights!”
“Well, I’m in control of the <strong>Mystery</strong> 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 <strong>Mystery</strong> 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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