It’s not surprising that Maggie’s passion is travel – she learned early, at the ripe old age of 8. Unthinkable today, but back then, in an era not yet concerned about the hazards of a disturbed world, she coaxed her younger brother, then 7, to venture out. Provisioned with a couple of vegemite sandwiches, they mounted their bikes, and dodging traffic, (thankfully not the steady stream that it is today), they arrived, hours later, at the neighboring town of Dandenong, about 15 kilometers away. By that time the jig was up, the coppers had been called and they were escorted back home in a black and white to a serious thrashing
Maggie is still riding bikes to strange towns – but these days she has her husband in tow.
Born in Melbourne, Australia, Maggie has made her home base in the USA for many years. A child of the 60’s, she busked the outdoor cafes of St.Germaine Des Pres while her companions entertained on guitar and conga drums; hitchhiked through France, Italy and Greece, sleeping on beaches, soaking up the local flavor and the summer thunder storms; studied painting in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, before it became fashionable; worked on a cattle ranch just outside of Port Moresby in 1970’s New Guinea.
In 1977 she temporarily “put away childish things”, and embarked on a rewarding and successful real estate career. Today she lives in Big Bear Lake, California, where the sun always shines, spending part of the year traveling. Her favorite places are the American Southwest; for the plethora of hidden history and its idiosyncratic characters – just waiting to be discovered – and Queensland, Australia; for its natural beauty, wide open spaces and the down-home ease it inspires.
