My obsession with travel started when I was about 22 years old. I moved back home from a failed ‘first time living away from home’ attempt, and was struggling to figure out just who I was. Mind you I still might not know exactly who I am, or who I want to be, and I am now a couple decades older …… LOL. But when I was 22, there was a man in my parents church ( at the time it was my church as well, but that’s a WHOLE can of beans meant for another day ) who worked for Delta Airlines. My mom asked him if there were any job opportunities that he knew of at the Salt Lake City airport, http://salt lake city international airport and if there were indeed positions available…could he please help me to apply for them. Long story short, there were job openings. I soon applied, and before I knew it I was in a training class….I was one of the newest ticket counter agents for Delta Airlines! I pulled the late shift for quite a while, but Oh My Godddd that was a fun, scary, exhilarating, and demanding job. I loved it!! From there, I worked in the baggage service department for just about a hot minute. A memorable experience for sure, as this particular time frame was when Salt Lake City hosted the Winter Olympics. Those were some busy, busy days & nights. Little known fact: Delta Airlines actually LOST Apollo Ono’s skates as he was coming to the games to compete….yup, they were nowhere to be found. Can you imagine?? Never fear, the SLC baggage service department found those skates, and Apollo went on to win both Gold and Silver medals at those Olympics games.
Eventually I moved upstairs, to the C & D concourses, otherwise known as The Gates. There I was loading and dispatching planes with crazy efficiency ;-). My TypeA was strong even back then! If the ticket counter and baggage service offices were interesting…working the gates was a completely different level of both stress and fun. I got to meet people from all over the world as they traveled here and there… I chatted with them, quizzed them on their favorite places to visit and started making my own plans.
My very first trip International trip?? London, England. And whooaaa did I LOVE it. I still to this day am completely obsessed with everything British. Their Country, their Monarchy, their food and of course their pubs. I. Loved. It. So. Much. That trip sparked a hunger in me, and soon my mom ( who was my travel companion at the time ) and I were traveling to England all the time. We went to see concerts, we traveled the countryside, we stayed on riverboats that went up and down the rivers. We also made so many friends from congregations we visited there, people who thought the same as us and worshiped the same way as well. We were in the city when Prince Edward married Miss Sophie Essex, and it was MAGICAL. So magical in fact, that I took my kids to London when Prince William married Kate Middleton so they could experience the pure joy that city gives off when celebrating an event like this. Unforgettable.
From there is was Puerto Rico, Rome, The Virgin Islands…not to mention many many trips to NYC. However, one of my most memorable trips came in the month of September, in the year 2001. I traveled with a church friend to Hong Kong to visit some friends that were missionaries there. Now THAT was an experience. I had never seen anything like the Asian culture…I can’t honestly say that I was a huge fan, but I was enjoying the trip nonetheless. Well, as you can imagine, the 11th rolled around. The attacks on our Country happened while I was abroad, and it changed my life in so many ways. I was stuck out of the Country for an unknown amount of time….flights were suspended indefinitely. I was 25 years old, and I had no idea when I was going to be able to get back home. On top of all that, I had a falling out with my travel companion. Her reaction to the attacks was one that could be described as elementary at best. Her fundamentalist beliefs led her to literally skip around the living room of the family we were staying with, singing and dancing, laughing and thanking God. According to her religion ( and also mine at the time ) this was most likely the start of Armageddon. Gods war on anyone who he deemed not worthy. The majority of people on the earth would die, only those in our religion would survive…yada yada yada. Brainwashing at its best. But to get back on track, I was so offended by her reaction to this horrific event that I left. I just left. I left her in Hong Kong and I never saw her again. To this day I don’t know how or when she made her way home. She was from Atlanta so our paths didn’t cross often. I called myself a taxi, and I made my way to the airport alone. I distinctly remember being at the ticket counter in the Hong Kong airport, literally BEGGING the agent to allow me to use the stand-by ticket I had to get myself to Tokyo. That ticket was issued for HKG_SFO, nowhere near Tokyo….I remember standing there, crying, pleading with her to help me. Thankfully she did. She stamped my ticket and sent me up through Security and I got on a flight out of there. My parents neighbors brother was living in Tokyo at the time, they allowed me to stay with them until the flights opened up and planes began making their way to the US again. I must’ve been with this family 4 or 5 days, I really don’t remember, but I am still so grateful to them for opening their home to me. I was beside myself with sadness for most of my stay, but they took me out to see a few sights, experience dining in Japan and tried to keep my mind off of current events. I did indeed make it home to Salt Lake eventually, but this trip is one that is still embedded into my brain. I assume it will always be so.
Soon, working on the ground at the airport wasn’t enough for me. A small, regional airline in our airport SkyWest Airlines was hiring flight attendants. Soon I was in a training class and was working ON the planes instead of loading the planes. THIS…this was my calling. I ADORED being a flight attendant!! I worked alone on either a 30, or 50 seat aircraft, and I was in charge. I had the passengers on the back of that plane all to myself and in the palm of my hand. There really is nothing like the feeling of having your office be at 35,000 feet. It’s a beautiful one that I quickly began to crave. I was on ‘reserve’ for quite a while. That’s what you call the type a schedule a ‘newbie’ flight attendant has. I was basically on call, no set schedule of trips to work. Just a schedule of days that I had to be available to the company to work. This is when I got my first cell phone..an extravagance at the time but one that was needed with my particular job. I was all over the Western US at this point…. Washington, Montana, Wyoming, Idaho. Northern California was the best, probably where my obsession with that State began as a matter of fact. Flying up and down the Coast into little cities like Carmel and Oxnard…nothing was better. This was my happy place.
About 2 months into my flying career, my phone rang early one morning. Crew Services was on the phone, that’s what we called the flight schedulers. I was assigned a trip that would take me to LA and to Phoenix and back to LA ..I would be gone 4 days, 3 nights, which was the average length of trip I was usually assigned. I got to the crew lounge in the airport, checked in on the computer, and looked around for the Captain and First Officer that would be working this trip with me. This guy walks up to me and asks if I’m Pieper…yes, that’s me…I’m Brian he says, and this is Dean. We’re your Captain and First Officer on this trip. Wellllllll…..alrighty then I thought to myself…working four days with this cutie won’t really be a hardship ;-). And that’s how I met my future husband. In the crew lounge at SLC airport at 6am. He was on reserve as well….its a complete coincidence that we were both called out for this particular trip together. Fate. We spent a lot of time together over that 4 days, and once we got home ( and I asked HIM if he wanted my number because he chickened out LOL ) Brian and I slowly became inseparable. Soon we were planning our work schedules so that we worked the same days, ensuring we would have the same days off together. That slowly turned into us planning to work the same trips most of the month, so we were together more often than not. We worked together like that for two years and we traveled CONSTANTLY. Palm Springs for the weekend, the coast of Oregon..you name it we went there. Brian was from the East Coast, and he wanted to move back there someday, raise his family there. He was actively pursuing a flying career with a major airline so he could accomplish this goal. I was trying to move up into management with SkyWest but having a hard time doing so. There was always a reason to give the Supervisor job to someone else….and I was getting restless. One day Brian tells me he found an Inflight Supervisor opening with JetBlue Airways in NYC, and he thinks I should apply for it. Well, that was a game changer. I applied, I was called for an interview and Brian took me to NYC for it. After my interview, which went VERY well, I desperately wanted to work for this company, we flew to Boston for the night. I met some of Brian’s oldest friends there, ones we are still close with to this day. Long story short I got the job! From then on life was a flurry of activity….we got engaged, we moved to NYC and he ended up commuted to work out West in Chicago for a while. I was able to introduce Brian to the gentleman in charge of hiring pilots at JetBlue, and I can honestly say the rest is history! He was soon hired at JB, and we were both living the dream in Queens, NY. I worked for JB through my second maternity leave and then took a buy out, leaving the company to stay home and raise my kids. Brian is still a Captain with that airline, and gets to do his favorite thing, fly an airplane, every single week.
But I digress…this blog is about traveling the world with my family so from here on out I will get to taking you on a few journeys that Brian and I have had with our little travelling crew. I hope you enjoy reading about our adventures as much as I will enjoy sharing them with you!
























