My dad taught me how to read a map, remember landmarks, and in general, how not to get lost and find my way back. He taught me this starting from the time I could remember. That's right -- just remember something. Then he started filling those databanks full.
My home county has been steadily working on GIS implementation. Not all of the parcels are marked yet, but I can see aerial maps tied to roads I know well. Fascinating. Unfortunately I could spend all day looking at these, and mapping those aerial photos to my mind's image of the roads and landmarks -- mountains, curves, hollers, coves. I wish Dad could see these -- he'd also be fascinated.
It's funny, yesterday I took some backroads home from church -- over some hills, 'round some curves and Big Blue (that's the '87 Ford F-150) seemed to be running so happy. Made sense. That's the kind of landscape the truck was used to the first 40,000 miles or so of its voyage. Dad would have enjoyed the drive too -- especially sighting the bluebirds -- city address, but living out in the country.
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