Traveling With Elvis

Opening the Can

2012-01-10T22:10:00.000-05:00

It started around New Year, 2007. The Florida Can Opener, a "little gathering" that has escalated into a New Year's tradition for many. I've missed a few years, but this time 2012 worked out in the scheme of things. Those are friends in the 310 and 345 Classic Moho's. When I was the rocking horse in the caravan of three, I felt like baby sister Bambi protected by her big brothers. Baby has muscle!

In spite of forgetting to pick up my camera most days, here's a few shots from 2012 Florida Can Opener. No apologies, but it seems I was more focused on socializing than photography.

As a charter member of the Florida Can Opener club, I can say it seems to get better and better every time. Many thanks to the many Airstreamers that make this gathering possible. May everyone have a healthy and prosperous 2012.

Photo by Linda of "LuckyDucks"

Ever Been to a DOG?

2011-11-15T22:15:00.003-05:00

This is a dog. Jim and Regina Rogers' dog, Cuteness. A dog with unusually intense blue eyes, she is quite captivating.

But, this is a DOG. A Dutch Oven Gathering. There is an art to this kind of cooking and Jim here is an expert.

The Rogers hosts one of these every month or two weather and participants willing. Usually willing participant's aren't a problem. Some come to cook in cast iron, others bring a potluck dish to pass.

Some bring their own limited production vintages or a Thermos of "adult" hot chocolate to share. The DOG brings in the entire neighborhood.

Jim has a set-up that would be the envy of any chuck wagon cook worth his salt. If it's cast iron, Jim will find a way to cook with it. Not long ago he was a representative for Lodge Cast Iron doing Dutch oven demonstrations. See that utility trailer in the background?

We're talking serious business. From charcoal to wash tubs, it's completely outfitted for on-the-road cooking. Just add food.

Even the shelves have holes drilled in them for the Dutch ovens to rest their little legs. Everything from 6 to 16 inch, Jim has them all and a killer cast iron grill set-up to boot.

He's even got an in-ground slow cooker created from two tractor wheel rims to cook beans, stews, and such. Just put in the pot, add your fire, and cover.

To use Jim's words, "Watchya cookin'?"

We got hot wings on the grill, fresh baked corn bread, 7 layer salad, sweet potatoes, and russet potatoes covered with cheese and green onions.

We got hot artichoke dip, crackers and chips, candied pecans, more salad, apple-lemon crisp, and muffins. That's my Dutch oven deep dish apple pie there.

And we've got my first successful loaf of Dutch oven fresh baked bread! Thanks, Jim, for teaching me how to pair coals of fire with perfect timing for bread baking.

Part of the Great Smoky Mountains, in the distance looms English Mountain on the left, and Mt. LeConte on the far right. Many thanks to the Rogers for sharing your backyard with all of us.

Bringing Bambi Home

2011-11-13T22:51:00.004-05:00

When I first started looking for an Airstream back just after the turn of the century, I was looking for something small. Like Bambi small. Put off by the difficulty of finding one that was truly worth the money they demand, one that was still original, one that was ready for real camping, I expanded my search which led me to my beloved 1960 Tradewind in 2006. The Tradewind is an awesome trailer. I cut my Airstream teeth on it. I've made life-long friends traveling in it. It has taught me much about vintage ownership. And today I have the vintage Bambi of my dreams in my rearview mirror.

Late last week I went back to Milldale Hollow and the Waddell's driveway where the Bambi was living until I returned. Sleeping in this little gem is, dare I say, more comfortable than the Tradewind. A tiny Vornado personal space heater on low keeps the whole trailer toasty even with outside temps in the 30's. Lulu thinks it's her personal giant silver dog crate. It's perfect.

About as perfect as the Shenandoah Valley sunsets lately. This shot was one of those times I was glad I had my camera in the truck.

Friday morning, complete with new 5 1/2 inch drop hitch with sway control, the Bambi was hitched to the Titan. Paul helped me do a final check and I was on my way. I can barely tell the trailer is back there.

On the way to I-66 I stopped by Fairview for a photo op. This historic early Front Royal home has always intrigued me each time I drive past.

Doug and Terry Rowbottom broke out the Bambi at the WDCU's Installation Rally about three weeks ago. My first Bambi outing would be a DOG at Jim and Regina Rogers' place. More on that in a future post. I proceeded on the 6 hour drive to Dandridge, Tennessee. Even though about half the weight, I'm somewhat surprised that gas mileage towing the Bambi isn't any better than towing the Tradewind.

Jim and Regina had a perfect spot for me behind their fishing cabin on Douglas Lake (drained for winter by TVA). I'm learning that this little Bambi can fit just about anywhere and can turn around in just a wide spot in the road.

Traveling with Bambi is not the same as traveling with the Tradewind, and I'm sure way far different than traveling with Elvis will be. Trailer travel is about thinking small, multipurposing, even economy of movement in a comparatively confined space. This is doubly true with the Bambi. Any item will have to prove essential to justify occupancy within a precious few square inches of space.

One thing that is absolutely essential. My vintage Atomic Brevetti Robbiati espresso maker. There will always be room on my Bambi stove top for this.

After a truly delightful weekend with good friends, I pulled on towards home this afternoon and backed it in alongside the Tradewind.

The Tradewind doesn't look so lonely anymore.

Fire and Ice

2011-11-08T22:27:00.002-05:00

Like empty beer bottles cast out of "the trayla", the ground is littered with discarded propane canisters outside my Airstream door. Living in the Waddell's driveway has always been, uhm . . . interesting to say the least. This time it was the unexpected pre-Halloween snow storm that blanketed the northeast. And a few other things.

Early Saturday morning this was the view from my Airstream door. Virginia had made a snow man for me.

My morning walk down the road into the hollow ended abruptly when I heard trees cracking and splitting around me. It just didn't sound safe.

Back to the house. Shortly thereafter, the electricity went out.

Paul, being the good host that he is, built a roaring fire in the century-old fireplace to keep all of us women warm. All was well. For a couple of hours.

I ran to the steps and shouted upstairs, "Paul, should this fireplace be making a noise like thunder?" Actually, it sounded like F-14 Tomcat afterburners at full blast.

"Chimney fire! Call 911 and get out of the house. NOW!"

These old rock chimney's have no flue, and ancient mortar can melt allowing fire spread to the structure.

Mary Kim called 911. No power to the well pump, so no water to fight fire. Paul shot two fire extinguishers up the chimney which momentarily quelled the blaze only to reignite again. I ran to turn off the propane supply to the house and all surrounding Airstreams. Virginia and I crammed the animals into the vehicles and moved all living things out of harms way. While we girls stood across the road on the hill watching what could easily escalate to a fully involved house fire, Paul was in the attic tearing out the wall adjacent to the chimney.

As North Warren County's finest arrived, things began to settle down.

They were on it.

Part of their procedure was to remove the metal wind guard from the top of the faulty chimney. After the saws-all made the last cut, the firefighter was about to pitch the giant chunk of metal towards the west side of the house.

"NO!" yelled Paul, "you can't throw it there! You have to throw it towards the road."

"But if I throw to the road it may hit the power lines."

"You don't understand, you will have to work around those power lines. Because whatever you do, you can't let it come anywhere close to that Airstream."

Somehow, the obliging firefighter guided the 6-foot piece through the lines to drop on the driveway where it lay in pieces. On the west side of the house, safely under it's own little baby blanket of snow, sat "that Airstream".

Yes, I've gone and done it again. Thanks to Paul Waddell's finding it and the Rowbottom's of Ontario bringing it to me, I am now the proud owner of Doug Rowbottom's latest renovation, a too cute and pretty much original 1963 Bambi.

That night, still without power, the Waddell's were in their own Airstream living with me in their own driveway.

I'm headed back up to Virginia in the morning to get the Bambino. Looks like I'll have to expand the subtitle of this blog soon.

The Doormen

2011-10-09T18:39:00.003-04:00

On July 31, 1956, Johnny was here. So was Tony. Are they still alive? If only they could see Elvis now.

These sections came from underside of the exterior door panels of Elvis. Johnny Alonzo and Tony Villa left their marks on their work. I'm guessing they were involved in final assembly as Dale "Pee Wee" Schwamborn tells me he clearly remembers that a thick-mustached man named Mario manned the door jigs for the California factory during that time period.

Apparently, it was Johnny's custom to leave his mark according to this thread and another thread on Airforums.com. His handwriting style evolved somewhat over the years, but he always included a date.

Not sure about Tony. Regardless, this is a way cool piece of evidence confirming that Elvis was one of the last Airstreams, and quite possibly the last Sovereign of the Road, to roll out of the Main Street factory in Los Angeles. In September of 1956, the L.A. plant closed and operations were moved to the Norwalk address. The production of the California whale tail Airstreams ended as well.

The door and door-within has been re-skinned and is ready for the final rivets. I wonder if Dave, Joey, or Frank left their marks?

On second thought, their signatures are all over Elvis.

The Guardian

2011-10-05T00:37:00.004-04:00

Here I am in Mildale Hollow at the Waddell's living in their driveway again. Yesterday, morning walk, Shenandoah River, cloudy gray with rain. The pile of feathers came to life when Lulu poked her nose into it.

Obviously startled, a huge Great Horned Owl pulled its head from under his wing and fluttered back a few feet. Then, with wise yellow eyes sizing us up, it never moved and made no attempt to flee.

Harry Potter I'm not, but by some twisted fate this owl and I found each other. Looking a bit like a mad wet cat, his head appeared to have been pushed into mud. Something wasn't right. After the privilege of an unusually intimate photography session with the great bird, I let him be. If he was OK, he'd be moving on by nightfall.

Today he was still on the hilltop clearing above the river. Rita, another dear resident of the Hollow, had been visiting with the owl and was equally concerned. This particular owl has been seen in Milldale Hollow for at least a couple of years now. Being nocturnal hunters, no healthy owl would remain in one spot through the night. Together we called Blue Ridge Wildlife, a not-for-profit rescue and rehab center in the area.

"Great Horneds stand their ground so he might be fine. Put a box or a sheet over him. If he doesn't fly off when you try, call me back and I'll be right over." Rita rounded up boxes and I went back to the Airstream to ditch the dog and get some sheets. Paul Waddell decided to ride back to the river with me "for the entertainment value" of watching two chicks chase an owl.

After my failed boxing efforts, Paul could no longer simply watch. Now it's two chicks and a dude trying to pin down an owl. One disastrous attempt to throw a sheet over him and the bird flopped down the 20 foot steep bank to the river's edge. Obviously, he couldn't fly.

Another call to Heather at Blue Ridge Wildlife, "take a left at the top of the hill, go past the house with all the Airstreams in the drive, we're down at the end by the river."

Paul's entertainment now seriously devalued, he and Heather scaled down to the water. I'm halfway down the bank straddling saplings and Rita is the cheering section on top.

After a risky series of maneuvers resembling a high angle SAR mission coupled with a Wild Kingdom-style water rescue, together Paul and Heather managed to pull a wet emaciated owl from the Shenandoah River. Paul is trying to keep from falling in the river while holding a giant net full of owl on a stick. Heather, already knee deep in water, is just looking for a way back up. Geez, my camera battery is dead? Really?

It was clear that the poor bird hadn't had a meal in a while. Heather and I worked together to get the owl up the riverbank and safely into a crate. We chicks were high fives all around while Paul, whose entertainment value has completely plummeted, is yelling, "Hey! What about the guy still down here in the river?"

At least the Great Horned has a fighting chance now. If rehab is successful, he will be released here again to be the Hollow's guardian just as the American Indians so reverently esteemed. That's how life is in Milldale Hollow.

I Would Have Felt Almost Naked

2011-09-28T20:37:00.000-04:00

This is how I thought the back end of my truck would look tomorrow. Except to Texas to retrieve Elvis, my truck has never gone more than a hundred miles or so without an Airstream attached. I would have felt almost naked.

A week anticipated for great fun in Virginia has spiraled into a cluster of stupidity. I won't go into every detail, but the kingpin event was the leaking water heater in the Tradewind. It can't be good when you see oddly placed fans blowing at top speed in an Airstream. This was bound to happen, I just didn't know when.

Don't know if they all came like mine, but there is no cut-off valve for the water supply to the old Bowen. Taking the water heater off line would involve a certain degree of dismantling the plumbing and I'm just not going there right now. I was rattled. Unable to hold water, travel plans with the Airstream were scrapped. The Waddell's would kindly let me sleep in the cabin so I could at least make a visit to Trailer Buff and Elvis.

Then it dawned on me. I hardly know how to pack for travel sans Airstream anymore. It's just routine with the 'Stream because, other than what goes in the truck, everything but fresh food is already loaded, ready to go, just hitch and drive. Now I have to pack clothes? and shoes? and toiletries? really?

Later in the day Paul Waddell phoned in with the voice of reason. "You've got the cabin and our place for your bathroom and shower. What water you need for hand washing and flushing in the trailer you can carry in a gallon jug."

DUH! Suddenly I realize how spoiled I am.

The Tradewind is hitched with a few gallons of water stowed inside. In the words of Antsy McClain, "Nothing's gonna stop me now . . ."

Summer Synopsis

2011-09-05T22:30:00.040-04:00

Labor Day typically signifies the end of all things summer so what better time to go through the summer's photos. Especially since the south is in a record-breaking deluge today thanks to tropical storm Lee, no outdoor activities here. If I were a 4th grader, this would be my "What I did this summer" assignment.

Early summer, or was it late spring? No matter, it was a small get-together at one of my favorite spots courtesy of the Waddell's. We feasted on early summer favorites, fresh picked strawberries, raspberries, home-grown asparagus, fresh heirloom tomato bruschetta, and discovered that a 20 year-old Cabernet can be very nicely balanced.

It only takes a few to make a rally.

And any good rally has kids.

The continuous cloud cover obscuring the Blue Ridge was nearly the most stressful part of the weekend. A little misty fog in one's life isn't all that bad in the whole scheme of things.

I had a couple of occasions to visit my good friends at Coker Tire this summer. This little 1957 Isetta in the service lobby gave me opportunity to see just how cramped Pee Wee Schwamborn's 6 foot plus frame must have been driving one of these from New York to Los Angeles for Wally Byam.

This summer Mr. Coker has added another sweet little vintage number to his collection. A 1937ish Masterbuilt travel trailer, all original, in awesome condition without any restoration effort. He didn't repaint it, it came this way, and it's a perfect match to his 1937 Packard (I think that is the correct year). Gotta love all the original water decals. You can always count on something to delight the eye when you visit Coker Tire.

Rick and I (mostly Rick) gave the Tradewind a long overdue polish to prep for the Route 11 Caravan. God love him, even the roof. Only the very best of friends would say, "Next time we polish the Airstream . . . " He is every bit of that.

The Historic Route 11 Caravan was the Airstream highlight of my summer. The brain child of Paul Waddell along with Hunt Jones and myself in supporting roles, it came off elegantly. Seven days, from Bristol, TN to Alexandria Bay, NY in the 1000 Islands on the St. Lawrence. Six Airstreams from start to finish along with several more joining at points in between.

Our group was low key, no agenda, no kitty fee, no hardcore plans, just show up at the designated campground by 8PM or we'll send out a search party. Everyone paid their own way for whatever they wanted to do and everyone got to do exactly what they wanted. If you have never caravanned like this before, you should at the first opportunity. I WILL be doing this again.

After the caravan I spent some time in my favorite driveway and Lulu spent some one-on-one with her favorite young lady playing in the Shenandoah River. A stop by the cabin and Trailer Buff on the way home was a perfect ending to nearly three great weeks.

Mom celebrated her 83rd in July. I'm glad I still have my Mom. I hope she's around for many more.

My standout memory of this summer is a sound. Hunt Jone's truck on the Route 11 Caravan. Hunt and Susan were usually out of camp before anyone else. If you weren't awake yet and you heard this sound, you better get up and get a move on. The throaty rumble of the Jimmy made me feel all was well, it's going to be another great day.

That pretty much sums up summer. Can't wait for the next one!

Skin and Bones and Milestones

2011-08-24T23:55:00.005-04:00

Today a I received a wonderful update from Trailer Buff. Take a good look, YES! That is Elvis's shell on top of a well-protected floor and frame. Woo HOOO!!!! And this is Frank, Dave's recent hire, doing a fine job bucking rivets for some huge new sections of skin.

Elvis is getting new side skins from just forward of the wheel wells back to the rear endcaps. Joey is riveting a 12 foot section of Alclad to the streetside while Frank mans the bucking bar from the inside.

The finished streetside. This was done in part to remove the hinged sections above the wheels and restore the wheel wells to their original configuration.

This is the curbside when Elvis was first dismantled showing the old wheel well (hinged section removed) and the curbside trunk.

A positive transformation. A perfectly smooth job with superb riveting. Not an easy feat with pieces this long. These 12 foot panels are the largest skins Trailer Buff has ever had to replace on a restoration.

The front panel under the window needed new skin too. A plank of cardboard is protecting the skin from the spare tire holder during the process.

As far as the bones go, for whatever reason Elvis apparently left the factory lacking the structural support that was standard for any Airstream. I think I've mentioned this in an older post. The horizontal ribs between the skins were never attached to the bows.

Rather, they were riveted only to the skins, in some cases only to one side, leaving a rather disjointed and shoddy framework. We can only speculate as to why, but Dave hasn't seen this on any other trailers, California or Ohio. I still marvel that Elvis traveled the yet unpaved Alaska highway with the Coffman's from beginning to end without some type of structural failure.

You probably can't tell in this blown-up detail, but sixty-two horizontal ribs have been replaced using angle brackets to secure them to the bows. Dave was really pleased how the work tightened up the entire framework making Elvis the sound and solid monocoque design he was meant to be.

Shell and frame has been moved together into the main bay, probably for the remainder of the work. The front panel looks great. You've gotta love a perfect line of fresh new rivets!

The long contiguous line of the curbside panel is much sleeker without the trunk. The tankless water heater will be located in the original trunk area, so reinstalling the trunk would be pointless and there really isn't any other location for one. Hey, it's one less place for leaks. Additional bracing for the awnings and solar panels will be next. Then on to the banana wraps.

Elvis is one piece again. I'm near dancing on the ceiling. There is still tons to do, but this is a huge milestone and a major step towards Elvis being a whole body and soul.

P.S. In spite of being only 50 miles from the epicenter, Elvis and the Trailer Buff crew survived the August 23 Virginia earthquake quite well. An explosive bang and shaky rumbling earth beneath the feet, but no real damage in the shop. Maybe Jerry Lee was trying to horn in with a whole lotta shakin' goin' on.

Elvis Has The Floor

2011-08-07T01:46:00.001-04:00

Since the Makel’s have been able to move out their ’52 Grumman, Elvis has the floor where the Grumman used to be. Using some of Dave’s photos along with a few of mine, I’ll try to backtrack and bring the blog up to speed in one fell swoop. I'll try to go in sequence, but forgive me if something seems out of order.

The old beltline strips have been made like new again.

The last work on the drip caps, including the 10 foot piece for the streetside, is done. I never thought that . . .

. . . could look like this. Many thanks to Joey and Dave's TIG welding skills.

Elvis has been flipped, more than once. Belly-up at least once for the belly pan work among other things.

Not totally understanding everything, I can't explain the entire process.

But I recognize Cleco's and freshly-rolled banana wraps.

Some fine craftsmanship has been used to fabricate new corner wraps as well.

Here is an upside-down detail of the step area at the door. Dave says the step tracks in the outriggers are a prime place for clever mice and such to slip into a nice warm belly pan.

So he has fabricated what I call "critter caps" which will enclose the outriggers adjacent to the entry steps thus eliminating this rodent entry point.

Both sets of Ultrafab Power Twin stabilizing jacks have been placed and locations marked for final installation.

Access panels for the fresh and gray holding tanks have been designed and fitted.

The tank holding brackets with double-walled insulation are off to the side waiting for the final installation.

The dump valve disasters I've had with the Tradewind won't be an issue with Elvis. All but the knife valve opening will be above the belly, as it should be. Dave created a strong, fully-sleeved exit point in the streetside frame for the poop chute.

No contorted maze of ABS to "make things work" either (click here if you're wondering what I'm talking about). When the appropriate configuration isn't available, Dave makes it himself, a custom job that WILL work.

Flipped right-side up again to start on the subfloor.

First layer, a reflective sheet of insulation.

I can't remember the name or the manufacturer, but here is what the roll looks like.

Next, the plywood subfloor. If I remember correctly, wood biscuits were used in the process. Dave says many of the older Airstream plywood subfloors had trouble with glue failure and separation. His method is improved over the original for a solid piece that will hold over time.

With all the plywood down Elvis looks big enough to hold a barn dance. Now for more measuring, trimming, adjusting, etc.

A floor sandwich. I believe the top layer is a template. Dave indicated that the corner radius cut of Elvis is different compared to any others he has done, a different arc maybe? That comes back in to the lateral edges at either a shorter (or was it greater) distance? Unfortunately, our conversation about that was several months ago and I can't exactly remember the detail. Maybe this is characteristic of 13 panels, but Dave has restored 13 paneled 'Streams before.

Next, the cork underlayment made from cork composite. The corner radius does look different from my Tradewind. Would this explain why Elvis feels so roomy inside under the endcaps? I don't think he slopes in as much as others.

Now for the final layer of natural cork tile. I love it.

When I left the end of June, Dave and Joey were wrapping up the last of the tile. At some point, a few coats of protective sealer will be added. A sheet of something (forgot what) will be put over the floor for damage protection while the rest of the trailer is completed. I believe the next steps are stubbing out any drains or other utilities, loading the belly with the holding tanks, etc.

So Elvis has the floor, in more ways than one. Before I left, I walked back into Elvis's shell. Most of the interior panels have been removed revealing the underside of his skin.

ALCLAD .032 * REYNOLDS

This is the stuff that Airstream dreams are made of.

The Debris Field

2011-04-30T21:31:00.004-04:00

This is a portion of the debris cloud contents dropped on my property during the epic tornado outbreak we experienced on Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Destroyed homes along with personal histories. The death and devastation is unparalleled to anything these valleys have seen.

Gobs of insulation have rained down along with fiberboard, cabinetry, laminated plyboard, vinyl siding, roofing, pieces of a trailer, what looks to be part of the head strap from inside a construction helmet, a child’s notebook paper, some kind of metal clamp.

My next post was going to update progress on Elvis. But I need some catharsis. Posting photos of my own insignificant property damage would be thoughtless and irrelevant in light of the magnitude of this event. These fragments, however, are tangible evidence of the impact on hundreds of thousands of souls.

Wrapped around a porch post was a tattered page of a DeKalb County Times-Journal with the recipes someone was saving to make for their loved ones.

There was also a "weather picture" contest for kids. DeKalb County, Alabama is 50 miles southwest of my house as the crow flies. They lost at least 32 lives in a 33 mile long EF4 tornado.

When I picked up the twisted, battered remnants of a pink-engraved baby shower invitation, I broke.

A eulogy of my only loss that hurts. My tall faithful hickory.

My friend for 25 years. So big I could only hug you half-way around. You sheltered my home from the South’s summer heat and gave me fall sunshine in your leaves on the grayest of days. Even in your demise you veered away lest you damage my house. I will miss you.

The Ringgold, GA EF4 missed my mother’s home by 5 miles. Thinking we would be hit, we rode out that massive supercell in her hall bathroom with two dogs. To reassure everyone, family and dear friends here survived with most or all intact. We are so very blessed but so very sad for those suffering.

Friday morning one of the RNs rushed up to me, “Dacia, Dacia! One of the tornados hit Camp Columbus RV park! Picked ours up and twirled it like a rotisserie. Almost every camper either turned up or blown away. Guess what? The only one standing unmoved was . . . “

You guessed it. An Airstream.

(Screen shots snagged from http://www.newschannel9.com/. See full video at http://www.newschannel9.com/video/c/1137849423/local-news/921410525001/local-news)

Good Night, Virginia

2011-04-22T23:25:00.001-04:00

Oh Shenandoah, once again, you have pulled me out of the muck and mire and brought me back to what is meaningful.

The balloons have been dried.

Your flood waters are receding.

I've enjoyed the small things ...

...that make your valley magical.

It's time to make like a butterfly. For a while. But I'll be back.

For the Easter weekend, Lulu would like to leave you with her impression of the Easter Bunny.

Happy Easter and may there be many chocolate eggs for everyone!

God Willing and the Creek Don't Rise

2011-04-17T23:37:00.001-04:00

Part One - The creek has risen.

With Saturday’s storms Borden Marsh Run, which passes in front the Waddell house, was quickly becoming a Class IV rapid.

This is a new olfactory experience for me. The scent of a fresh flood waters is akin to the smell of wet earth, raw turnips, and the nastiest gray-water ever to come from an Airstream holding tank.

We stood at the French doors and watched everything from tree trunks to basketballs rush by. In a matter of minutes the creek went from this . . . to this.

We have a break in the rain, so family and friends go out and survey the damage.

Washed-out road, several places. I’ll have to get the Airstream out over this particular mess. 1960 - Africa. It can be done.

Debris everywhere and banks overflowing.

A few displaced critters.

Part Two - God was not willing.

The Waddell’s go out Saturday evening. I had planned to go with them. But alas, a threatening storm cell on the radar, something beyond earthly control, restricts me to stay and keep Lulu company.

And more importantly, prevent her from damaging anything in the Airstream. Thunderstorms turn this dog into a weapon of mass destruction.

The old saying, “God willing and the creek don’t rise” has been tagged on to plans and promises for years in these parts. Paul Waddell believes I’m probably the first person in the history of the world who can truly say she couldn’t go because “God wasn’t willing and the creek rose.”

Part Three - The other creek rose.

Today, Sunday afternoon with the Waddell’s in downtown Front Royal. Happy Creek was not so happy. When everything from refrigerators to entire tree root systems get backed up under low bridges, you can expect water to go everywhere it shouldn’t. Even into Paul (AKA Rideair) and Mary Kim’s storage garage for Blue Ridge Hot Air Balloons. Minimal water damage and a thick coat of mud. They were fortunate compared to many.

You never know what you might be doing when spending a weekend with the Waddell's. Thankfully, and God willing, no hot air balloons where hurt or killed during the incident.

Rolling Again

2011-04-16T14:30:00.063-04:00

We’re rolling again, both Elvis and little brother Tradewind. The Tradewind’s two known spots of rottenness have been abated for the time being, hopefully long enough to keep rolling for a season or two.

In spite of my not-so-perfect VCT finish application, the new floor shines.

Rick applied Alcoa Gutter Seal to every vent and roof line seam that I couldn’t reach, and then some. I reassessed the problem areas around the front window A/C, the necessary eyesore that I hate so much. More gutter seal and aluminum tape to make things watertight. After two weeks of heavy storms and blinding rain, I’m tickled to report no visible leaks inside the trailer.

Having a scaffold does wonders for an effective scrub down. The center roof panels haven’t seen soap and a brush since I’ve owned it. Oh yeah, we’re ready to roll now!

So Ms. Lu and I left for Virginia Tuesday last week. Rain nearly all the way. A rainbow as we turned on I-64 towards Trailer Buff ~ this might be a good sign.

Arrive at Trailer Buff. Pull in the drive and plug in as usual, it’s all good. Walk the dog, stabilize, get in the trailer, awesome - still no leaks, and ka-ping . . . . . ping . . Ka-PING. Have you ever been in your Airstream when it hailed?

Well, let me tell you, it is pretty profound, even just the 7 agonizing seconds of it on the front end of the storm. I stuck my camera out the door for a shot. Only light, dime-sized and no damage, but the sound was impressive. I can’t imagine what golf or tennis ball sized stuff would do.

And we’re rolling again on Elvis. Hallelujah. Elvis has been flipped, more than once. More on that in another post. Wednesday afternoon and on to the Waddell’s.

First, adventures in unhitching.

Then I learned what an unexpected dip in the road can do to the contents of an Airstream. Just how the dog food stayed put in the bowl through this, I do not know.

Before long I was the woman living in the driveway.

A glorious Thursday found me at my one of my favorite spots by the Shenandoah River. The river is swollen a number of feet above it’s banks onto areas where I usually walk.

But I have dry spot on a large flat stone on the hill, overlooking the river, in the sun under the feathering trees above, right smack in the middle of a huge patch of Virginia’s state flower. Here is where I feed my soul.

Smell the air. Life is good. A few stress-free days are ahead.

They ALL Leak

2011-03-17T21:22:00.000-04:00

That catch phrase stuck with me from the first time I listened to the VAP. Yes, they ALL leak. Armed with a few items and Rick's trusty scaffold, I started tackling the problem this evening. I started by picking out old vulkem with an 18g blunt fill needle from the hospital, but there was very little remove. Hmmm. A wipe-down with Windex to prep then run a bead of Alcoa gutter seal.

If you ever seal your rivet lines, and you should, I recommend you get one of these. Dave Makel told me about this little tube gripper and I can see it is the absolutely correct tool for the job. Nice even pressure with a squeeze of the handle and for the thrifty types you'll get every last drop. Much easier on my wimpy hands too.

Still learning here. It is an art I haven't quite mastered. Some beads have skippy sections.

But some look downright decent. Got half of the front end cap panels and a couple of window eyebrows done. It's a start. Meanwhile, Ms. Lu is recovering nicely. After several bandaging attempts gone wrong, I've learned that she is trustworthy and doesn't try to pull at her stitches. A naked leg is best. Lu, however, is still wondering why they shaved her leg for this.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all!

Whoo HOO! The Shag Carpet is OUT!

2011-03-11T19:42:00.001-05:00

Despite the lack of Airstreaming this week, there has been some Tradewind-focused activity.

My very good sweetheart of a friend, Rick, helped me do something today that I’ve wanted to do from day one. Get rid of the nasty stinkin’ carpet.

“Sure, we can do this in one day, no problem.”

I knew better. Nothing to do with 50 year old Airstream flooring can be done in one day.

Carpet out, yeah, I feel better already. What’s this? Surprise . . . NOT. I had already suspected rot by the door. Here’s the first hole.

Then, the zinger. The worst damage was curbside afore the jalousie windows in front of the gaucho. Now you have my attention.

The objective right now is to do enough to preserve the usage of the Tradewind until Elvis is finished. Then the Tradewind’s issues can be addressed in full. No removing casework now. Just repair, prep and install VCT in the visible area.

Rick blasted through the old carpet padding glue down to the old 9” tiles with a belt sander. Not the perfect protection, but R95 respirators were what we used. Even so, we will lay VCT over the old 9" asbestos rather than release more contaminants pulling it up.

After preping the floor, Rick installed Armstrong Commercial Imperial Texture VCT from the bath through the galley. The color is Desert Beige, a lighter variation of the original tile color, sort of old school, fairly inexpensive, and it camo’s the Georgia clay tracks..

One area of concern is exactly between the first bulkhead. There is a hairline of difference in the subfloor level between the back and front.

Enough to make us weight the tile seam with handiest heavy thing we had. I fear to investigate why this is right now and hope the tile will adhere without popping along this line.

What a remarkable difference and vast improvement. I think the Tradewind smells better already. I can breathe! No, wait, let me go outside and pull off this respirator.

For the remainder we’ll scab in the affected areas with 5/8” treated plywood, apply an epoxy-based rot treatment where possible, level, prep, lay tile, and be done. We hope to get it done before the next deluge of rain. I’m also practicing running the perfect bead of Alcoa gutter seal for there is lot of skin seam sealing in my future.

Baby dog Lulu is doing well. As a mater of fact, she’s a much better patient than I would have been.

The Patient

2011-03-08T21:47:00.000-05:00

Best laid plans . . . you know what they say. Of such fate is the road trip to Virginia this week. Ms. Lu totally blew out her ACL last Wednesday. Poor baby, she is tough as nails but this one put her down for the count. Like some old Airstreams, Lulu has rear end sag.

Surgery today bought her a brand new “replacement” ligament and a few yards of vet-wrap ‘round the right hindquarter. And some bad news. She’s been living with a partial tear and already had degenerative disease in that right hind knee. Arthritis, a large bone spur, and some dysplasia is evident in the left hip. The fact that she hadn’t demonstrated any degree of pain before now is impressive.

Doggie NSAIDS and polysulfated glycosaminoglycan injections are both promising options. There is certain hope for Lulu to recover, rehab, repair, and resume life in the manner to which she has been accustomed. But right this minute, she is a pitiful little puppy.

Pilgrimage

2011-02-27T21:42:00.000-05:00

There is great promise of life. Lulu Sugarfoot and I embark on a 16 year tradition when the blooms are just ready to pop in the Chickamauga Battlefield. There is a wise old Ginkgo tree in Dyer field, the site of a southern homestead turned battleground during the Civil War. Early spring will usually find me here.

Under the Ginkgo is a carpet of daffodils surely planted either by Mother Nature or some southern belle wishing to brighten the cabin. Over the years the blooms have thinned, but even on this cloudy day beauty is still here. If you listen, the Ginkgo will whisper the secrets of dying confederate soldiers in the wind.

Today my 12 year old Lulu is showing her age. Her stained teeth have worn to nubs. It grieves me to see an obvious limp develop just in the last month. Her once muscular hind legs are thin with atrophy. Her heart and soul is still happy and strong. She still smiles. Nothing delights her more than than sound of human laughter.

The Tradewind is dewinterized, all systems go. Next week my K-9 BFF will travel with me. A little camping with friends, a check-in with Elvis, a spring breakout for the Airstream. It’s been a frozen cold winter. Until now.

White Christmas in Dixie

2010-12-25T23:11:00.002-05:00

This doesn't usually happen in the South. We are having an awesomely real, truly White Chrstimas! It's like the earth has been given rare purity if just for a day, a magical white cloak covering all the ugliness.

I know, I know. This blog post is WAY overdue. Since the Bash my main focus has been less on Airstreaming and more on the home front. But for a couple of quick trips to my favorite driveway in Virginia, camping has been low profile since July. To all those who have emailed or called over the past few months, thanks for your kind concerns. Life is still good and Mom is doing well.

Speaking of Mom, this is her first White Christmas ever.

She opened the door with excitement not unlike a child opening a gift.

Then stared with wonder at the world awash in white.

Hopefully, more work on Elvis will pick up very soon. The Makels have been drying in their own project, an early 50's Grumman step van to MoHo conversion, and preparing it for critter-proof outdoor storage. This will free up floor space to flip Elvis, install tanks and belly pan, then proceed on. In the mean time, a few other things have been completed.

The window and drip cap restorations are now complete. I am amazed at the transformation.

All 233 non-original holes have been TIG welded out. Count 'em, 233 holes from screws, fasteners, and other non-OEM objects. Frames and drip caps have been hand-ground, hand polished, numbered, and protectively wrapped for future installation.

All the original operators are repaired, lubricated, polished, and ready to go as well as other countless bits necessary for windows. Only two weren't usable. Vintage Trailer Supply's replacements will do nicely.

The solar equipment from AM Solar is on site. Even Dave was impressed with the caliber of their products. We'll be able to get 300 watts in solar panels on the roof to help support the four-battery bank when boondocking.

Extreme make over shot - check out the roof before & afters.

Lots of elbow grease and I'm guessing chemicals were involved, but I never dreamed the roof could look like this again.

Meanwhile, Elvis's little Tradewind brother is wrapped in his own winter blanket and decked out for Christmas. The snow didn't stop until late this afternoon.

Merry Christmas to all. I hope all your Christmas wishes have come true.

The Perfect Mistake

2010-07-11T16:34:00.004-04:00

"Hey Dacia, the credentialing for the scheduled CRNAs didn't go through in time. We need you to cover Grandview the next two weeks, OK?"

Missing paperwork? The perfect mistake! At least for me. Last week I hitched up the Airstream and headed for Shellmound, my favorite spot on Nickajack Lake.

This is the quiet Sunday afternoon I needed badly, even though I'm on call. Kicked back under the awning with a little Sheryl Crow on the Tivoli, the latest issue of Food & Wine, a cold beverage, and a bowl of cherries. And a fan that will blow your bloomers off.

Palpable heat that permeates in waves. A shimmering mirage rising from the earth. The occasional promising whiff of rain that never delivers. Fantastic Fan's Endless Breeze makes the humid 97 degrees in the shade survivable. Double 8's in the trailer aren't so cool either. But it's all good.

Excuse me while I soak up the sun . . . . while it's still free.

I Don't Do Windows

2010-07-05T17:15:00.003-04:00

But Trailer Buff does. All fifteen of them. Five stationery picture windows and 10 operable windows.

I stopped by Trailer Buff last week to see each has been painstakingly removed, cataloged and numbered, cleaned, and made ready for rebuild.

Dave asked if I wanted tinted or clear. Tinted looks great on the newer models. But dark glasses on this Elvis just wouldn't look right. Clear tempered glass it will be. Let the sun shine in.

Due to aftermarket hardware applications, some frames resemble Swiss cheese. I've understood from the beginning that Elvis will have a number of oddly placed rivets and patches. That's OK, it is all part of his history.

Another thing we discussed was the wheelwell cut-out of the side panels.

A hint of the original arc can be seen at the lower corner's edge of the side panel. When traced out it does indeed indicate a low cut. California must have missed the boat for adequate tire clearance on some builds.

Nearly 50 years ago Elvis had a flat when traveling with the Coffman's. John Coffman had told me that his father, Charles, vowed he would never again go through the issues caused by the skimpy wheelwell clearance.

Charles promptly had the trailer retrofitted with hinged wheel access, a feature later appreciated by the boys at Red Oak Tire when I first got Elvis. With the side panel replacements we've decided to use Dave and Martha's own 1956 Ohio Sovereign of the Road as a pattern for a functional yet original wheelwell cut-out.

On another note, a follow-up to the Macbook Pro theft. Turns out to be a good thing the replacement never made it to The Bash in New York. My stolen laptop was recovered two weeks to the day of the theft. The files are still intact and it appears the battery went dead shortly after it was lifted rendering it useless to the unmotivated perpetrator. I got a full refund on the unopened Mac shipped "via Alaska" today. After suffering over 2 weeks with an old PC, I will say it again, "I don't do Windows!"

The Bash

2010-06-30T11:54:00.002-04:00

Last Thursday Paul and Mary Kim Waddell entrusted a precious package named Virginia to me. "V" rode shotgun and was a perfect co-pilot. It is amazing what lessons one can learn from an 8-year old . "V" is wise beyond her years.

Early evening saw us rolling into a field encircled with silver. Nearly 50 Airstreams were already on site.

With so much packed into such an exceptional rally it would be impossible to relate everything in a blog post. So here are just a few things that stood out for me.

This was the most well attended rally I seen in four years of Airstreaming.
Antsy McClain is genuine, the real deal. Thank goodness he, as he puts it, has "narrowly escaped success several times." Antsy and his son, Grant, fit right in around the campfire just like any of the rest of us.

Diversity abounds and is a good thing. Let it never be forgotten that each and every Airstream comes with it's own special personality, just like each and every Airstreamer.

Tractor rides, Fireworks and Kettle Corn go very well together.
When frugal, 25 gallons worth of water can last 4 days even with washing dishes, hair, and an 8 year old.
Running out of water during your Sunday night shower's rinse cycle isn't so nice.
Cooking with wine is an art to be shared. To Marc, Colin, and Mary Kim, I thoroughly enjoyed your company. Turning a sauce recipe into a 3-bottle event is how to handle a rainy day.
If one housefly gets into your trailer on day one, he will invite 58 of his closest friends before rally's end.

Rob Baker's wife, Zoe, should be canonized as the patron saint of Airstreaming wives and mothers.

Sunsets and silver just go together.

BFF's are made at Airstream rallies.

The let down of leaving is easier when mini-caravanning to the interstate. Ralph (Airboss) and Laura (Airdale, AKA Miss Rivette), you looked good from behind!

I was woefully slack on photography at the Bash. Had so much fun that I didn't even think to pick up the camera. The first and last shots of this post were taken by Virginia. Another lesson learned. I should have given the camera to the 8-year old for the weekend.

Positively Overnight

2010-06-23T22:41:00.003-04:00

Multiple issues ranging from a case of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever (no worry, I'm fine now) to the theft of my Macbook Pro laptop had delayed my departure to Baker's Acres of Chenago for the Bash. I'm limping around with 6 year old Windoze technology in the mean time. Finally, today I made it up the highway for a positively overnight stay at my absolutely favorite courtesy parking spot by the creek at the Waddell's home.

Now for brief public service announcement: tick bite + severe headache + fever = see a doctor STAT. The sooner you get the correct antibiotics the better off you will be.

I must have passed 132 Fed Ex trucks today. From freight to ground to home delivery. Never noticed this many on the road before. And what is Brown doing? Apparently not as much as Fed Ex. They were barely visible. Surely one of those Fed Ex rigs must be carrying my replacement Macbook Pro to Rob Baker's farm. Wouldn't be ironic if my laptop made it to the Bash before I do.

Restos and Rods

2010-06-15T17:50:00.017-04:00

I wanted more, way more microfiber polishing bonnets. Geven, my Airstream polishing adviser, said "Hey, I've got a bunch I can sell you. We'll be in Chattanooga on June 9. Meet us at the Power Tour in the afternoon."

If you haven't heard of the Hot Rod Magazine Power Tour and you like cool cars, check it out. It would be an awesome expedition with a vintage Airstream in tow. This year Day 5 was in Chattanooga hosted by the good people at Coker Tire. Over 5000 vintage hot rods and such covered the campus of Chattanooga State.

I joined a group near the river, grabbed a chair and a cold beverage, and never moved from shade cast by Geven and Ruth's Airstream 190 B-van.

Dave "The Bartender" Earle, a Power Tour veteran, has lots of toys in the bed of his vintage El Camino. He knows how to travel well even without an Airstream. This King of the Road is the real deal.

A killer grill that spits fire.

This isn't a tool box. More like a boom box.

Oh yeah, that's the keg. Seriously.

Dave has a HUGE throne backed by the checkered flag from where he conducts court.

The hospitality poured, Dave fed us all, and before it ended we were each knighted using a hamburger flipper and given a cool tee-shirt. Geven was in his element.

It's good to be king. All hail the king.

From my spot there was plenty of vintage stuff to see without cruising the hot asphalt.

From vintage police cruisers to restored drag racing cars, anything you fancy. We even had the company of Bull and the Power Tour's support truck.

Would not this be an awesome thing to have along on an Airstream caravan! Basically a lighted garage on wheels complete with a sound system that will blow you out of your chair, Norfolk Southern freight train horn included.

As the evening storms came in we relocated to Coker Tire and Honest Charley's Speed Shop downtown for more eye candy.

While strolling the block party, one wouldn't know they were in the 21st century. Not a recent model in sight.

Coker Tire acquired the famed Honest Charley's Speed Shop in 1998 and has maintained the icon well. Museum quality, highly polished and perfect specimens. From the earliest of Ford's models to import roadsters of the '60s. It is still a working garage collecting and producing the finest of restorations.

Motorcyles too.

Coker and Honest Charley's opened all the doors pulled out all the stops.

Dave Makel once told me that, in the world of hot rods, Elvis would be considered a "resto rod" when he is complete. If Elvis is as striking as any of the resto rods I saw, I will be one happy woman!

I'm All For Quick and Easy

2010-06-01T21:44:00.007-04:00

This was the Tradewind three years ago. It isn't half as shiny now.

Camping beats polishing hands down. Polishing is a hot nasty pain not to mention time-consuming. Guess which one I'll pick if I have time on my hands. So I'm trying a method my friend Geven (StreaminGuy on Airforums) had shared with me a few months ago.

His '67 Caravel is testament to how well it works and he says he can do a once-over in less than 8 hours and not even get filthy dirty.

The Porter Cable 7424XP Orbital Polisher arrived last week. I had already purchased the Diamond Brite along with the other items on Geven's shopping list and have been dying to try this.

Forgetting to keep contact with aluminum BEFORE turning the machine on and off, I slung couple of bonnets across the yard. Wal-Mart cheapie bonnets cannot hang. Spend the bucks for well-made ones that won't shred apart. This is not a polish you let sit on the skin for for long. It will dry on quickly. A little goes a long way. Small areas at a time please. Finding the technique that didn't vibrate the bones out of my fingers was a trial-and-error process. Within 15 minutes I was rained out but had already completed one pass on the lower rear of the trailer.

To my surprise, the thundershower revealed a line of demarcation.

The raindrops bead like crazy and the shine is back.

It is real, it is fast, and it works.

Overall, the Porter Cable isn't as awkward for me as the Cyclo with wraps. Much lighter and easier to handle. Diamond Brite is way less mess than Nuvite. The materials I need are so few that I can store them in a small metal box instead of a large Rubbermaid tote.

I couldn't say how well Geven's method would work on a heavily oxidized Airstream. Compounding first would surely be best. But this is awesome for maintaining the shine on the Tradewind and eventually Elvis. Now I can camp in my free time and stay shiny too!

Holiday Hodgepodge

2010-05-30T15:33:00.007-04:00

Sounds like a Jeopardy category, doesn't it? "I'll take Holiday Hodgepodge for $1000, Alex." And the answer is . . . What is a Holiday Rambler, or is it ramblings?

For a week now I've been at Shellmound on Nickajack Lake and enjoying the fringe benefits of Airstreaming after work each day.

Here is a night shot from just outside my Airstream door. The full moon over the lake last week was spectacular.

Do you believe in ghosts, or the evidence thereof? "Saw the ghost again today," the ranger stated matter-of-factly as he was pulling the cancellation stamps for my National Park Passport at Russell Cave National Monument.

He is sure it is an ancient native American spirit. I'm not inclined to believe such stories, but there is a mysterious aura about this prehistoric dwelling.

Swirling misty clouds float eerily from the mouth of the cave, maybe the remaining collective breath of residents from ages gone by. While contemplating the existence of this phenomena, a single loud clap of thunder sent me and the dog running for car.

The holiday weekend brings the Southern sportsman to Nickajack lake. Any mode of camping is fair game. They're all here. From the pup tent to the diesel pusher. One big happy family.

A little rain has never stopped any Southerner from having a little fun. Every conceivable watercraft from inner-tube to pontoon boat is here for the party. Just pull what you have along side your rig. It is like a marina and campground all in one.

Shellmound was a favorite destination for Lulu and her dearly departed pack-mate, Maggie. Sometimes it seems she is still looking for her here.

Perhaps Maggie is who she is dreaming of. Let sleeping dogs lie.

Do I smell a whiff of ammonia? Please let this be an olfactory hallucination. I love my old Dometic and don't want it to die at the young age of 50.

Happy Memorial Day, especially to those who serve our country. I have a number of friends that do. You are why we can fly our flag and enjoy the pleasures of freedom. To all of you, "thank you" can hardly express the gratitude you deserve. Sometimes words are inadequate.

"Take Your Airstream to Work" Day

2010-05-21T21:27:00.000-04:00

How would it be if there was a "Take Your Airstream to Work" Day. All Airstream owners and like minded individuals could tow their favorite home on wheels into the office, factory, campus, job site, or other place of employment.

There could be a catered lunch, "tour of offices", power napping, designated "work from home" time, and one heck of a Happy Hour at the end of the work day. How about workshops like Creative Airstreaming in the Workplace, or Income Producing Opportunities for the Airstreamer.

For some of you, Airstreams are your business. But me, I took my Airstream to work so I could grab the last coveted Shellmound campsite just as soon as I left surgery. Shellmound is just minutes from the hospital I'm covering next week, and the stampede for prime Memorial Day camping real estate has already begun.

Field Trip!

2010-05-18T21:07:00.001-04:00

How many Airstreaming events include educational field trips? OK, the educational value may be debatable, but it depends on how you look at it. Last Friday about a dozen of us Rend Lake Rally attendees descended on the unsuspecting lot where Pamela Lee Anderson's tricked-out "Lovestream" was for sale.

Many of you know about Pamela's Airstream ride, a gift from Hugh Heffner in 2001, and pimped out in pearl white and pink to meet her preferences. Some of would say, "a travesty, a desecration of sacred aluminum." Others would say, "Cool!" We piled in to see the spoils.

Frankly, it looked like it hadn't been detailed since the last party. We were noisy and nosy, checked out the closets, inspected the workmanship (we've seen better), opened the fridge, tried out the stripper pole, laid on the round vibrating bed, and had an irreverently large time.

Party on!!!!

The Rend Lake Rally was another awesome event hosted by the Burrows family. Click on the slide show to see more of Pamela's Airstream and a rockin' good rally complete with massive campfires, Margaritaville, and melons.

Meet Me In St. Louis

2010-05-13T09:00:00.006-04:00

The Gateway to the West. Here is where so much happened early in our country's history. This past week I courtesy parked at my good friends, Steve and Amy Burrows. I got the grand tour of the town.

Steve took me to the Arch Tuesday. Built in 1968, there are tiny round capsules that take passengers to the top. The views are fantastic.

The working Mississippi to the east and the city to the west. You can see every seat in the Cardinal's stadium. Then we hit up the Anheuser-Busch Brewery, the original real deal.

After a brief wait in a museum of a lobby, we were ushered on to the famous Clydesdale's paddock and stables. Here were housed a collection wagons along with the huge equine beasts.

These draft horses are amazing. They are treated well and spoiled rotten. How many stables have a chandelier from the 1904 World's Fair hanging in the center? It is only a hint at how highly the wagon team is regarded.

The tour continues through the brewing process from start to finish. Be prepared for temperature changes. Some rooms are literally iced, just like the beer.

We ordered the kegs for our next rally.

Then my camera battery died. Sorry guys. Some cool stuff at the brewery and two complimentary beers can be enjoyed at the end in the hospitality garden.

Wednesday Amy and Collin joined us for a trip to the Science Center and the St. Louis Zoo where Alice (McAir of the Airforums) joined us. The carousel is from the 1904 World's Fair. There are bits and pieces of this historic event all over the city.

There were animals, old souls, showy birds, Airstream's favorite companion bird, and other winged creatures.

Think maybe the designer of that aviary was an Airstream engineer in a former life? Center ribs and nine end panels. Cool!

Many thanks to Steve, Amy, and Collin for their hospitality. Ms. Lulu thanks them for the comfort of their basement when the night storms raged. Y'all are awesome!

Sometimes it DOES Run Uphill

2010-04-30T17:58:00.008-04:00

Dumping the black tank at home has always been an unpleasant adventure I never look forward to. Yesterday my solution arrived. The Sewer Solution. The manual said it can dump up to 100 feet, even on 3-feet of elevation from the gate valve, if I set up a run of 1" PVC. The rise on my hill is probably around 15 inches. Off to Lowe's I went.

"OK, I think about 16 of these will do it, need slip connectors too. Yeah, throw in a couple of elbows just in case. Hey, I'll take an extra backflow prevention valve while I'm here. Thanks!"

Like a kid with Tinker Toys, I plotted my run to the septic clean-out. Working back to the trailer I started connecting the PVC until I was within reach of the 10 foot hose supplied with the device.

Sixty feet of PVC, a dozen slip connectors, and one 45 degree elbow later, I had what I hoped would be my solution. After rereading the directions one last time I coupled the Sewer Solution to the Tradewind with the Thetford adapter and slid the sewer-out line with the bushing into the PVC. The Alaskan pipeline it's not, but it's integrity is just as important.

"Backflow prevention valve - CHECK. Water hose - CHECK. All connections tight - CHECK. Let's try it with the water first."

No leaks. The sound of water gushing through the pipeline was evident. I checked the output at the clean-out and found that flow uphill was a non-issue. Clear clean water was rapidly running through. While holding my breath I pulled the dump valve and peeked under the trailer. YES! It works!

I waited for things to clear and redirected the water flush to the tank. Here's the advantage of a vintage trailer with a straight shot from the valve up to the tank. Sewer Solution is very efficient in flushing this configuration.

A couple of flush-outs and all was clear again. A quick check in the trailer to verify an empty black tank and that was it. No muss, no fuss, and now I see why people say, "No stinky slinky ever again." The hardest part by far was getting up off the gravel after disconnecting. The dirty chore is done. And I didn't even need the Haz-Mat gear.

Visualizing the Vision

2010-04-27T19:40:00.034-04:00

The image above is courtesy of both Fred Coldwell and Dale Schwamborn. Each had sent me a scan of the original California plant sales flyer which matches Elvis to a T. It confirms exactly what trailer model Elvis is even though he was never badged.

"Badges? We don't need no stinking badges!"

A few posts back I shared my excitement of seeing Jack's frame-up of Elvis's interior. It dawned on me that I've never posted anything specific about the layout.

The trailer had a few aftermarket additions that slightly altered the original layout (i.e. cabinet in oven-broiler's spot, added casework). The rebuild will return Elvis to the original factory layout in the sales flyer with a few small improvements. designed just for me.

Now, many of you know a woman can get pretty darn picky about her kitchen cabinets. Envisioning the specifics without the having the trailer physically present was the hard part. That's where Google Sketchup came in. Unfortunately, when I first worked with Sketchup I didn't have the benefit of the Airforums tutorial thread that NorCal Bambi is kindly providing. A bucket of karma to NorCal for doing a great service for those planning their restos.

Here is Elvis streetside. Not 3D, but this will give the idea. Click on the images to enlarge. The layout returns an oven-broiler to the original location. The box to the right of the oven represents a cool piece Dave Makel made for Abe and Melissa Lincoln's '76 Overlander, a multi-tasking element for storage, padded seating, or table surface. Storage configurations have been altered slightly from the original. The washer/dryer combo will just fit in the rear streetside closet and leave space for shirts to hang above.

The curbside has the majority of redesign. With a bit of quick change artistry, the twin will become a desk for when I'm traveling solo or taking my anesthesia gig on the road.

I'm tired of taking everything out of the Tradewind pantry to find what need in the back. Half the time I don't even know what's really there and find myself saying, "Oh, I have TWO of these now?" This pull-out design will update functionality and solve some of those problems.

There is a similar set-up under the stove top for spices. There will also be a ventilated cubbyhole with power for a toaster/convection oven. Why should I use my LPG if I have shore power?

In 1956, Airstream closets were wide open spaces with a clothes bar and upper shelf. Plenty of room for suits and cocktail gowns. Since I don't foresee a need for multiple changes of formal wear in my travels, I asked for a chest of drawers instead. Jack had to make it narrow and deep rather than as drawn, but he managed to get the requested dimensions.

Any remaining closet space not occupied by a plumbing chase will allow one or two full length garments to hang freely should I choose to bring a little black dress.

A girl should never be unprepared for an impromptu evening on the town.

Off Lead

2010-04-15T19:32:00.131-04:00

The last few months have been a private hell for my Lulu Sugarfoot that I cannot begin to understand.

It started with things like garbage torn into fragments, scratching up the kitchen door, then tearing up the kitchen floor.

The steel exterior door was the last straw. Yes, that is blood on the door and wall. It was everywhere.

When I got home that evening she was pitiful, bloodied, in pain, and had broken teeth. What fear can drive a dog to lash out so in spite of injury to self? The vet called it late onset separation anxiety, a severe case, and not uncommon in the geriatric canine. Over two months of Prozac have had some effect, mostly a glazed-over stare.

We’ve been spending some quality time courtesy parking at our good friends, the Waddell’s, in Virginia. Sitting under my awning by their creek was therapy I needed badly. Lulu found some therapy of her own at the Waddell's.

Today Lulu found her inner dog-child again. My traveling companion, my SAR partner from years past, my mischievous and happy-go-lucky friend who wears her little heart on her K9 sleeve is back.

The creek in Milldale Hollow empties into the Shenandoah River and I believe all of Lulu’s worries flowed away with it. She hasn't been this carefree in months.

Like a child at a water slide she ran down the steps into the creek then scrambled up the bank to do it over again and again.

She romped in the Virginia blue bells.

She followed the scents of the river and watched the fish.

She dug in the dirt.

She messed with the butterflies trying to drink at the edge.

She rolled in nastiness and just plain acted like a normal happy dog.

When her tail curls over her back like the handle of a teacup, I know all is right in her little world.

My mud puppy. Like I’ve said before, I hope she lives forever.

Happiness is freedom from the leash. Joyous freedom unleashed is something every Airstreamer totally understands.

Cherry Hill - The "Un" Rally

2010-04-11T18:41:00.085-04:00

Never trust the Australian dude speaking from the GPS. I should have gone with my gut and taken I-495 instead of mindlessly following the Australian dude's voice into the thick of Washington D.C. traffic. C'est la vie, it's not like I haven't done this before. It was just a year ago I was led through the heart of D.C. by Rob Baker as wagon boss with Frank Yensan handling the caboose. What a great caravan that was.

Cherry Hill Campground was the designated "come if you want to hang out" spot for those of us wishing there was still a CBR. It wasn't a rally, or even an event associated with any group whatsoever. So does that make it the "UN" Rally? Check the slide show and you decide.

So it wasn't the CBR, but the spirit of the CBR was certainly present. I got to hang out at the National Parks.

The Great Falls Tavern on the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal

And Great Falls, where we met on a cold rainy day last year to caravan through D.C.

My good friends, Jane and Dave, turned me onto "collecting stamps" in my brand new National Park Passport.

In spite of the official CBR going bust, it was the perfect weekend and a great way to open the Airstreaming season.

Framing a Work of Art

2010-04-08T15:36:00.188-04:00

First, a lack of bandwidth when traveling, then a lack of time. I'm finally sitting down to catch up. I had mentioned a field trip.

“I’ll pick you up at 8:30”, said Martha as she left Wednesday evening. The next morning we drove over the mountain to Waynesboro and pulled into a spot behind what was once an old factory. We were at Jack Kavana’s warehouse studio and workshop.

Jack Kavana is an artist with wood and a craftsman in fine furniture. You can see some of his work at http://www.thehamnertheater.com/JackKavanaFurniture.

Being long time friends, Jack and the Makels had talked about doing an Airstream together but never had the opportunity, until now. Knowing that Elvis would experience the equivalent of a minor earthquake each time on the road, he has been consulting with Dave every step of the way. Jack had laid out the poplar framework of Elvis’s cabinetry according to the floor plan to give me an idea of how things would look.

I was as giddy as a school girl. The drawings I had sent were coming to life. I'll have my pull-out pantry, pull-out spice rack by the stovetop, tons of drawers, cubby holes, everything I had asked for.

We verified sink and faucet placement in the galley. Because of the layout, I'll have more free counter space than the Tradewind. Cool! A place to knead bread should I get the urge. And I still get my cutlery drawers next to the oven-broiler.

Two batteries will be located forward under each twin. The curbside twin has a knee hole and will be convertible into a desk when I travel alone. The tankless RV500 will be to the rear. The streetside twin will have storage.

The curbside closet will incorporate a chest of drawers on the right with a small full length clothes bar to the left. The streetside closet will have a washer/dryer with a clothes bar and shelf above.

Jack was not inebriated when he constructed the bath sink cabinet. Though I questioned the crookedness in my mind, I quickly realized this piece was in the rear curve of Elvis.

My little chest of drawers from the original was duplicated perfectly.

Early on Jack asked if I would like to approve the teak he selected for the casework faces, but I left it up to him. What he chose is simply gorgeous, true Burmese teak, nicely grained, with wonderful depth. When oiled, the warm golden glow will shine through with the color variations in the grain. I’m totally pleased.

Cabinet interiors and drawers are made from a finished maple ply with a hint of birdseye. The drawers had just arrived along with the wonderful self-retracting slides.

There will be no visible hardware or pulls. I’m going for plain and simple with emphasis on the inherent beauty of the teak. Only maybe latches on the tall closets and cupboard doors if necessary.

It isn’t out of the question that much of Elvis’ interior will be ready before the body of the trailer. Even though I can hardly wait to get Elvis on the road, it is not in me to rush this project.

Good things are worth waiting for.

I Swear I Didn't Know They Were Street Legal

2010-04-06T21:42:00.000-04:00

I know the South isn’t the only place in the country where monster truck big foot enthusiasts live, but we have a large contingent. In fact, the university arena is a guaranteed total sell-out every time the tractor pull and truck show comes to town. But, I’ve never seen one on I-75. Until today. One question. How well would it tow an Airstream?

With perfect traveling weather and banks of redbud flanking the highway I made my way to Trailer Buff.

The Tennessee hills gave way to Virginia’s stunning valleys with the Blue Ridge Mountains rising to the east.

I’m perfectly contented in the Tradewind tonight. Dave and Martha tell me I’ll have a field trip in the next day or two.

Bathing Spring Beauty

2010-04-05T22:19:00.002-04:00

Early this evening while the sun was just at the perfect angle to cast light of pure gold, Elvis's little Tradewind brother got a bath. The dust and grime of winter was covered by a thin layer of green pollen. Record breaking temps near 90 degrees F. have accelerated spring towards summer within a matter of days.

In the morning I'll head out with the Airstream for the first time since October for some much needed R&R. First stop will be Trailer Buff to see the Makel's and Elvis. Then on to Cherry Hill near Washington DC for a get-together with Airstreaming friends.

Here's to all of you heading into your camping season. May your loads be balanced and may your worries melt away with the miles.

Good Day Sunshine

2010-03-19T16:22:00.003-04:00

This is an unapologetic celebratory post simply because today is the first time I've seen clear blue sunshine in what seems forever. The last day of winter. YES!!!!!

I've heard some of you Brits over the pond go without sun for days. You have my heightened admiration. I could forgo a winter like this the rest of my lifetime and have no regrets.

Here comes the sun. Let the sun shine in.

A Touch of Zen

2010-03-16T10:05:00.005-04:00

No unadulterated blue sky shining for more than 5 days total since January 1st. Two months of dark wet oppressive weather even by Chattanooga standards and I crave to see the sun again. My friends at Trailer Buff have suffered worse than I. Snow over ice over snow, multiple power outages, and other unavoidable circumstances have made business as usual tough this winter. So I was delighted to hear from Martha a couple of weeks ago.

"It has finally thawed enough for us to actually drive up to the door of the building. Jack is moving fast on the cabinetry. He needs you to pick out sinks and faucets now."

Here is what I have to work with. The bathroom sink is a no-brainer and one of my few opportunities to recycle an original piece of Elvis. The 1956 sink is in good shape and will be reused. Even though original, the semi-avocado green galley sink has got to go.

In its place will be an 18" x 14" Elkay sink with a 10" deep satin stainless basin. It will work with a 21" wide counter yet is large enough to be seriously useful. And it will allow for small storage drawers between the sink and the oven/broiler. Since I've always envied those who still have their vintage sink covers, I ordered the Elkay custom cutting board to achieve the same purpose.

Stock Airstream faucets in 1956 were plain and utilitarian. Here's my chance to put a little updated bling in Elvis. The instruments that will bear water have a contemporary look with Asian roots, a stylized version of the bamboo water spout, a touch of Zen.

Even so, I think the clean simple lines would not have been out of place in any upscale mid-century modern home of the 50's. The dimensions of this faucet won't compete with the galley windows like some of the tall gooseneck versions.

Finding a compliment centerset piece that will work with the original bath sink was a bonus. Both are products of Danze.

No mater what the period or style, there is a Zen-like quality in a cool stream of water trickling from an elegant silver spout into one's hands.

A Mid-Century Modern Makeover

2010-01-11T11:58:00.002-05:00

Getting things done over the holidays has been about as slow as molasses in January. The weather hasn't helped. Nor has all the other issues that have decended on us recently. However, Danny's Quality Upholstery has been moving right along. Danny Jr. sent me this YouTube of the divan transformation complete with very appropriate tunes. Click on it to go to YouTube for the full screen effect.

The divan is a key piece to the rebuilding of Elvis. Danny's can do any type of upholstery, but their specialty is vintage and collectible automobiles and he is well-known in those circles. Reviving this vinyl-covered Airstream piece in a fine aniline-dyed leather was no stretch for Danny's. They even refinished the feet, rebuilt the storage underneath, and insured that it continues to fold down into a totally functional bed just as it was intended. Looks great guys, thanks!

A Woman that Knows What She Wants or The Goddess of High Maintenance?

2009-11-19T18:29:00.006-05:00

For many things, I’m not. But when it comes to rebuilding Elvis, I’m every bit of that. But isn’t Airstream ownership a form of high maintenance anyway? And to make it worse, I've got TWO!

Unlike most of you resto bloggers, I don't have hands-on know-how to do the work myself. I envy and admire all of you that do. But unlike some who hire out total restorations and say, “Call me when the trailer is ready,” I want a complete understanding of what, how and why. I want to spec most of the equipment, or at least know what is being used. I want particular systems, functionality, upgrades, etc. I want, I want, I want.

Maybe this mentality is rooted in my years as internal consultant for the planning and construction of multi-million dollar surgical facilities. Maybe I'm manifesting some kind of Freudian separation anxiety because Elvis in Virginia seems so far away. Or maybe it’s the control-freak tendencies that are inherent to all anesthesia providers. Regardless, a major award should go to Trailer Buff and the Makels for dealing with this current client.

For starters I bring them a trailer in the worst structural condition ever. For real, Joey says none have ever been as bad as Elvis and they have done many. In October I sat down with Dave and a typed 10 page list because I’m a client that needs to know . . . uhm, know pretty much everything. He spent hours with me patiently fielding questions, listening, explaining, and advising.

This week I hit Dave with some cabinet and casework details and almost too late. The sequence of rebuilding a trailer isn’t quite the same as building a surgical suite. I’m learning this and will be working to make change orders non-existent.

The man is a saint of forbearance in spite of my neediness to design to nth degree. It shouldn’t surprise me when Dave is already way ahead of me on many details. If there is a way to build a better trailer, chances are he has already found it.

It's a Keeper

2009-11-09T12:30:00.010-05:00

Except for appliances, Elvis came to me with most of his original fittings. Unfortunately, the condition of most was beyond salvage. The divan is an exception.

Sofa, couch, divan, whatever. A divan is defined as a sofa or couch, usually without arms or a back, than can also be used as a bed. Airstream called it a divan in the mid 50s Sovereign of the Road sales flyer. When comparing the flyer to Elvis, you can identify the same mid century modern lines of this original Airstream amenity. This one would be right at home on the set of "I Love Lucy".

Three Leg-o-Matic chairs covered in the same turquoise vinyl were part of the deal. The Makel’s tell me these 50’s Airstreams always seemed to come with three Leg-o-Matics. Not two, or four, but three. Hmmm.

Currently it looks like something you might see at Grandma’s house. The extreme weight of the solid hardwood frame and components suggests it was built to last, and it certainly doesn’t slide around while in tow. And it is surprisingly comfortable.

And the bonus ~ it unfolds into a generous sleeper.

This piece is too good to trash. So in the rain we loaded it into Martha’s truck and headed for Danny’s Quality Upholstery in Charlottesville, VA.

Danny’s can do any type of upholstery, but is best known for vintage auto interiors. He had a stunning cherry red vintage Chevy in the shop when we arrived. After a few minutes of discussion I knew the divan was in good hands.

It will be reworked, restuffed, and recovered in rich caramelized-brown leather. A pricey recycling endeavor at best. Four oversized hides will be needed to achieve a seamless finish like the original. Some of the leather will be custom shaved for covering the 21 buttons in the design.

Lots of trouble and expense when there are other options? Maybe. But having one of the few (maybe the only??) Airstream divans like this in existence? Priceless!

Dot every "I" and cross every "T" When You Have to Deal With the DMV

2009-11-04T20:16:00.001-05:00

I walk up to the desk at the TN DMV today and right in front of me I see this. I had know idea Tennessee had Elvis specialty plates. I've said it before. This trailer will not be a shrine to Elvis P covered with memorabilia. But what I wouldn't give to have this plate below the whale tail. Part of the upcharge for the tag goes to the Elvis Presley Memorial Trauma Center at The Med in Memphis. Of course, that is right up my alley because I can never walk away from a good trauma. However, Tennessee does not permit specialty plates on travel trailers or pull-behinds. Only MoHo's get this little perk.

Last year Tennessee told me to hold off on tags and title until I was closer to getting the trailer on the road. Very nice of them to save me a few bucks. Today I felt the urge to make Elvis street legal on paper. So I went in loaded with the Bill of Sale and every Texas and Tennessee document that I thought I would need.

But things still weren't right. After explaining, altering, adding to, re-explaining, and finally signing an affadavit because of a strikethrough on the title transfer signatures, I paid the tax and license fees. The "VIN" number still won't be exactly right because Texas added the word AIRSTREAM after the serial number. Hauling Elvis to the courthouse or producing a rubbing of the S/N plate was out of the question. The clerk was a most kind and patient lady. There were others who would have sent me back to Texas.

But it's all good. Elvis's Tennessee title is in the mail and he has a brand new very plain boring generic trailer tag.

Holding Water

2009-11-01T20:14:00.005-05:00

Trailer Buff builds their own custom sized holding tanks. Elvis will be well-endowed for a vintage soul with 30+ gallon freshwater and 30+ gallon gray holding tanks. The Inca Plastics black tank that we plan to reuse, if possible, looks to be around 16 gallons. I’ve never had it this good.

Holding tank fabrication starts with thick plastic sheets. The point is to get a bead of plastic so hot it becomes clear.

I watched something like a heat gun melded together the straight sides with a bead of plastic until they became one. There is a knack to obtaining a solid weld that is super strong.

One could mistakenly believe that minimal skill is necessary, but to become smooth and seamless as well as watertight is a product of art, science, and skill.

The tanks will be positioned beneath the floor within reinforced frame over the axles.

Dave plans to install a 12V sump pump to facilitate complete emptying of wash water lines into the gray tank. He is also considering building a plenum that would utilize warm air from a Twin Temp heat exchanger to prevent tank freezing in winter. How clever is that!

The freshwater tank will have a city water bypass and a separate fill neck with a keyed deck fill cap. For convenience it will also have a valve so I can backfill the tank without disconnecting the water hookup. Supply lines will be PEX. Cut-off valves will be placed throughout the plumbing layout so any problem area in the future can be isolated. He’s also designing dump valve placements to prevent freezing and cracking.

Not much should keep Elvis from cold weather camping. That’s perfect for me. I’ve always wanted to camp worry-free in my Airstream in a snow storm.

Big Ticket Items

2009-10-31T23:01:00.011-04:00

Elvis is an empty shell; kind of like a big silver Easter Egg waiting to be filled up with goodies. One of my goals this month was to nail down major equipment and appliances then get out the orders. We printed cut sheets from the web for nearly everything so rough-in info would be available for Jack, the cabinet and casework carpenter. Then while at Highland Haven, I used their fabulously fast WiFi to find the best price plus shipping deals and complete orders. It saves a few $100 to shop around. This was my shopping list:

Barker Super Hi Power 3500 lb. Trailer Tongue Jack - specs look comparable to the Airstream Super Jack installed on Classic models.

Shurflo Demand Smart Sensor Extreme 4 GPM water pump - I didn't see a need for a 5.7 GPM model for boondocking.

Airstream Double Step with outriggers and safety tread - Dave recommends this all aluminum step used by Airstream since 1977. Not much else compares to this design when working with outriggers and a belly pan.

Norcold N641 2 way refrigerator - I've not heard much good about the 3 way models of any brand, just more to go wrong. We plan to cover the exterior panels with wood veneer matching the casework.

Once I can talk to a real person at Seaward, the galley cooking appliances will be ordered. My choices (in stainless) are the Seaward Princess Gourmet Oven Broiler and Princess Gourmet Stovetop.

By far the most expensive purchase, the Precision Temp Twin Temp Jr. with heat exchanger/blowers arrived on a pallet the week after I left Trailer Buff. When Dave began reading the factory documents some pretty important questions came up regarding 12V power requirements for the circulating pump and the blowers. Even though Elvis will have a 4-battery power bank, conserving power use while boondocking is always a concern.

Between Dave’s communications with Precision Temp, comparisons to conventional furnace 12V draw, and assistance from Uwe Salwender, the proprietor of Area 63 Productions, I found the reassurance I needed to proceed with installation plans. Uwe has installed Twin Temps in some of his restorations on the West Coast. Many thanks to Uwe for taking time out of his busy day to offer help and field my questions. Check his site at http://www.area63productions.com/Area63/Home.html. He does some amazing restoration work.

That covers most of the major systems and appliance purchases for Elvis. I’m eagerly awaiting the day I can cook a killer gourmet meal in my well-appointed galley then lounge in a bubble bathtub of endless hot water sipping the beverage of my choice while the heat exchangers warm every nook and cranny of the coach. Spoiled rotten!

The 2009 Falluminum

2009-10-25T22:47:00.008-04:00

My first rally was Falluminum in 2006. I felt more welcomed than I would have dreamed for a first timer. Three year's later I still see the same welcome for old and new friends. There is nothing quite like Lake Chatuge in the fall. The weather is unpredictable and varied. This year was no exception with temperature extremes from rain to clouds and blustery wind to a beaming and shiny warm Sunday when most of us had to leave. That's the way it goes. But no matter. The weather has little to do with Airstreamers doing what they do best.

Here's a slide show of the festivities. Lots of gorgeous trailers and MoHo's, food, fun, and and lots of friends. Exactly as it should be.

There are two local establishments I always try to visit when in Hiawassee, GA.

The Cottage on Highway 17 towards Haysville, NC has two parking lots that are always slammed packed full. They will usually see me coming in to buy a pie or two or three. Maybe four.

I don’t know Nancy’s last name. But I do know her 76 year old hands craft the finest homemade pies in the South. None can compare. Evidently the locals all know this. If you don’t get there right soon after she drops them by The Cottage, you will miss out for the day.

With flavors like Apple Carmel Walnut and Fruits of the Forest, they go fast. Especially the Strawberry-Rubarb. For $15 you too can have one of Nancy’s pies and they are worth it.

Back in Hiawassee is Noblett’s 5 & 10. It’s the kind of Mom and Pop place that grandma used to shop. A quick look at the layout and inventory and you would think you had stepped back 50 years. I could swear some of their stuff is new old stock. Go to Noblett’s for a blast from the past. Even the cash register is the real deal.

After nearly two weeks on the road, I was ready to get home to check on Mom. She's fine and I'm sitting in a great place mentally before heading to work in the morning. The trip home through the Ocoee Gorge was simply awesome.
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Tonight I will dream of walls of kaleidoscope color rising up around me as it dissipates into the shimmering gold of the autumn sunshine.

It's All About the Journey

2009-10-23T10:26:00.011-04:00

Yesterday was a prime example why the journey was more important than the destination. I planned on leaving Highland Haven maybe 10ish in the morning. I was dragging my feet not wanting to leave this beautiful Airstream park when Abe Lincoln, current president of Highland Haven, said to me “Do you have time to take the executive tour?”

OK, I’ve set up in the dark before in Hiawassee. Why not? I’ve always wanted to see more of Highland Haven’s 75 acres. No need to be in such a hurry to get to my destination. So Abe loaded Lulu and myself into the John Deere Gator and we went on a journey.

We entered wide paths into the woods easily traveled either by Gator or by foot. There is much more to Highland Haven than meets the eye. Stockholders maintain the trails.

Highland Haven originally had several homesteads on the premises. Once upon a time stands of old American Chestnuts were thick here until killed off by the blight. Abe says the chestnuts were once so plentiful that farmers fed their pigs only on the fallen nuts. The ruins of a couple of log outbuildings, apparently built from chestnut logs, remain on the property.

Next stop is what Melissa Lincoln calls “the enchanted forest”. Thick pine trees cover the hillside and the wide boulevard that lies underneath. The thick layer of pine needles was soft enough to sleep on. A find of two large feathers confirmed wild turkeys had been foraging on the forest floor.

The paths were dotted with fall color. Ferns and rhododendrons flourished in their native habitat. The presence of salamanders indicate a health ecosystem.

One very special place on the property is a waterfall. The stream's drops along the footpath only hint at the beauty below.

Abe and Melissa built steps to the base of the falls for easier access.

The setting is totally natural complements of Mother Nature. Nothing has been contrived by human hands. A perfectly placed rock at the bottom of the pool must be her way of saying,

"Come, sit, let your worries flow away with the water. Soak up every good thing I have to offer."

This spot is an absolute gem.

Like an ancient guardian, a deserted old farm house sits on the hill above.

On the trail leading to the falls there is a bear cave. Yes, Highland Haven has bear on the property that has been seen by residents. A trail through the fallen leaves into the cave is evidence that something lives in the cave. Maybe not a bear, but something sizeable and smart enough to live by a perfect water source. I think it's a bear.

The last stop of the tour was another chestnut-logged ruin of a small barn. If only these old home sites could tell their story.

They would speak of a time when life was much more simple yet severe. Living off the grid and on the land was the norm.

Before heading to Hiawassee and Lake Chatuge I was advised to take I-26. After "see you down the road" goodbyes to my friends, I proceeded to I-81 via my favorite back road.

A favorite spot in the road had taken on fall color.

There are still a few living out in the country that think the grass is greener on the other side.

Taking I-26 was good advice that made for a breathtaking journey. As the road rises above the Blue Ridge Mountains, there is a feeling of traveling somewhere between heaven and earth.

It really is all about the journey. If you don’t enjoy the ride, you’ve missed the point.

New Bones

2009-10-21T23:42:00.007-04:00

Last week my visit to Trailer Buff was quite productive. First, Elvis is sporting a new, well sort of, new frame.

Dave has rebuilt/reinforced the original frame and has built a new load-bearing frame under it. This thing is solid and bombproof.

Consequently, Elvis is now a 31’ Sovereign of the Road.

His body length won't change, but an extra foot has been added to the tongue to help with load balance and accommodate a spare tire. I know, some don’t believe in carrying one with a tandem. I’m not of that school.

There are two new Dexter torsion axles and 12” brakes.

That’s Joey working on the frame. He comes from a long line of blacksmiths, so metal work is in his blood. He loves manipulating metal and is a master at it.

He modified the new ball coupler from a wide base version to a sleek design that fits the more angular vintage tongue. One would think it came out of the box this way. Knowing it was one of my concerns, Joey leaned over to me and said in my ear,

“You’ll have a strong frame, I'm making it strong. I promise.”

I have no doubt.

Last weekend I courtesy parked at the Waddell’s with the Weimer’s. It was good to see old friends. The miserable weather prevented flying hot air balloons. Regardless, time spent with the Waddell’s is always spent well.

When the sun finally shone on Monday, I sat by the Shenandoah River listening to its babble while reviving my heart and soul.

Ms. Lu, who you would never know is nearly an 11 year old dog, played in the river like a young thing. I hope she lives forever.

Now I’ve moved down to Highland Haven near Floyd, VA, and enjoyed fabulous sunsets as well as the Lincoln's good company. They also have a gorgeous Overlander restored by Trailer Buff in 2005.

I’ve spent most of today online, researching, emailing, fact finding, scouting out deals, and buying stuff for Elvis. More on that and the rest of my Trailer Buff visit later. In the morning I'll head down to Georgia to the Falluminum Rally.

Bare Bones

2009-10-11T20:50:00.002-04:00

So Elvis has been stripped down to his skeleton for a couple of months now.

I've seen many a naked Airstream frame, but seeing Elvis's bare bones seemed such a contrast to the massive beast I first towed home from Texas. It was startling.

The frame rebuild is now nearly complete. Trailer Buff has begun fabricating fresh and gray water tanks. We all know the relationship between balance and running gear. Dave Makel, who is a master of physics and engineering, had studied the possiblities and chose locations for 30+ gallon holding tanks that will minimze fluid and weight shift if traveling full. The old Inca Plastics black tank is in miraculously good condition, so we are recycling it into the new build.

I have no idea where or when I'll be traveling with Elvis, so we are covering all the bases. Winter camping isn't out of the question. Dave is installing 12V warming pads for the holding tanks to cover any inclimate encounters on the road.

We've chosen Bal C-series stabilizing and leveling jacks with power packs. Even though the frame could now handle it, leveling Elvis will still be done the old fashioned way with planks and Lynx blocks. But it will certainly be nice to be able to fine tune leveling and deploy stabilizers with the touch of a button.

I ordered Precision Temp's Twin Temp Jr. with 6 hydronic heat exchanger/blowers today. Many thanks to Lewster on AIRforums for getting me a great deal. This purchase will be green and energy efficient compared to tank water heaters, not to mention the weight savings of both a heating tank full of water and a separate furnace.

I'm heading up to Trailer Buff this week as soon as I get past an annoying head cold. We plan to complete orders for more major appliances and finalize some decisions. And of course I'm bringing money . . . lots of money.

From JC to The Wilds - Experiencing a Bit of Africa

2009-10-09T22:10:00.003-04:00

That photo was taken by Pee Wee on approach to the campsite. He remarked how the dustiness and terrain was reminiscent of Africa. I'm way behind in posting this event thanks to some major PC issues. It took well over a week of resuscitation to be up and running again. Maybe I really should get a Mac.

My stay in Jackson Center turned out to be a major highlight of my entire trip. Thanks to Pee Wee, being there at the right time with the right person gave me a passport to see, do, and learn things I never could have dreamed had I been there on my own.

Dale knows everyone at the factory and a lot about the local area from his days traveling with his mother, Helen Byam Schwamborn, and when working for California Airstream plant in the '60s. The folks at Airstream treat him very well as they should.

The Wilds was next on the agenda so we headed towards Cumberland, OH on September 18th (I told you I was behind.) This AIRforums rally hosted by Dan and Dawn Bihary was set on thousands of acres of land once a strip mine. Now an educational and conservational facility, wild animals from all over the world are preserved and roaming free in their own habitat. The campsite, a few miles outside of the fenced game preserve, was accessable only by dirt and gravel roads. We all had the opportunity to see these animals during open air tours of the facility.

This boondocking rally gave a taste of what the original African Caravanners may have experienced when camping between desitinations. Here is a slide show of all the fun we had.

From fishing in a remote pond full of large mouth bass to intimate campfires to a sunset tour of the preserve, this was boondocking at it's finest. Thanks Dan and Dawn for a great rally!

Taking Care of my Baby

2009-09-27T13:35:00.012-04:00

It was time for Elvis’s little brother Tradewind to get some attention from the Mothership. Seeing a 13-panel in the service area the day before was somewhat reassuring.

Up at 6 to ready it for towing to service. It’s 7 AM, I’m signing in. Why am I nervous? I feel like I’m bringing my baby to the pediatrician. Chris Burch fills out the forms. “Yes, it’s ready to bring over. I’m in C4. And by the way, the black tank is FULL.”

I’ve had to resort to creative dumping methods done at home into the septic cleanout since the Cherry Blossom Rally this year. Limiting use and traveling home with full tanks has not been fun.

The Tradewind waste valve has been reworked 5 times. All hung low from the belly so that a speed bump or grade change would knock it off. One local RV shop's version looked like an anaconda clinging to the bellypan. It lasted around 4 months before failing.

The last incident broke everything off right up to the old Thetford valve. There was no way to attach a fitting anymore and the valve's functionality wasn't always reliable.

After a very short wait a service representative named Casper came out and asked me to follow him to the bays. One can look at Casper and immediately tell he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Good thing. “So, how long have you been with Airstream?”

“Forty-three years.”

YES! Someone who should have a clue about vintage. And he must know what he is doing or he wouldn’t still be here after forty-three years. My trust level escalated a few points. I gave Casper an overview of the problem. “Well, let me work on dumping the tank first. I think I can rig something up without making a mess.”

Somewhere over an hour later Casper retrieved me from the waiting room. “Your tank is flushed out better now than it’s been in years. Let’s look at this thing.”

We crawled under the Tradewind together and examined the problem, discussed possibilities, and agreed that the original installation design was a major issue. Valve rebuild might be an option IF the valve could be removed. Wayne, a 49-year veteran, came over to consult. Then Kevin.

When over 100 years of collective experience began collaborating, things are bound to happen. I returned to the waiting room to await the Tradewind’s fate. Just like any good medical facility, I got timely updates and opportunities to visit the patient. During my visits I noticed a tool cart with the pocket of a carpenter apron attached.

It had, "Pocket Full of Miracles" written above it.

Yep . . . might need one of those.

The gate portion of the valve came out after some resistance. Rather than bolted to the tank with an exterior flange, the valve housing was screwed tight to a pipe nipple glassed directly into the tank interior. Forty-nine years of funk and corrosion had cemented everything. One wrong move and the tank would crack. Should this happen, the tank would be a special order with a long lead-time and I would be stuck.

It took nearly 8 hours, lots of patience, penetrating oil, elbow grease, and eventually pneumatic power tools. It took cutting into the valve housing to make the old beast surrender. Casper went over several options with me, but a Thetford valve worked best to keep things as flush with the belly pan as possible. With one small adapter I can dump at any campground again with confidence.

One really cool side note about Wayne. His first job with Airstream was fabricating the countertops and bath bulkheads that went into my very own Tradewind. He spent time in my coach going over things with me, noting that the interior was still so original, examining the counters, checking out the original drop-leaf table, explaining how the waterproof covering was applied to the bath bulkheads, remarking on how refer venting evolved over the years, and so on. It was extraordinary to have someone who actually participated in the building of my beloved Tradewind share his early Airstream memories so many years later. Totally an honor.

These Airstream service guys ROCK! I can’t say enough good things about them. Casper, Wayne, Kevin, Chris Burch, Dave Schumann, and all the rest whose names I don't know are my new heros. True, most coaches in the service bays are more recent models. Probably because most early vintage owners do much of their own work. But all my unfounded negative perceptions about Airstream‘s service on vintage coaches disintegrated. I’m not even sure anymore where I had gotten those impressions.

Returning to the Mothership is exactly what needed to happen and I will not hesitate again.

Time to Kill

2009-09-25T21:23:00.015-04:00

So, I took the Airstream plant tour. If you haven’t done this, you should when you can. The fabrication and assembly of these American icons is fascinating. What was even more impressive is the employee years of service. There are folks at Airstream pushing the 50-year mark with the company. Working for Airstream is a tradition of the generations for some. The “we’re one big family” attitude is obvious.

Then I dropped the first of quite a few dollars in the Wally Byam Store. From tees to hats to mats to hitch receiver covers and way more. All are a must for the consummate Airstreamer.

I spent time checking out Wally Byam Park. The man has certainly left his mark on Jackson Center. Indeed, Jackson Center would be little more than a wide spot in the road if not for Airstream.

The WBCCI headquarters are in Jackson Center just east of Airstream and right across from Wally Byam Park. I wanted to see the main office of the club that Pee Wee’s mom, Helen Byam Schwamborn, created and nurtured. This was time well spent.

It is not an elaborate ivory tower establishment. Rather, the offices and cubicles are plainly furnished. The lobby contains a number of artifacts concerning the club's history. There is a wall hanging of ribbons from past rallies. A shadow box contains Wally's weight distribution bars from his own trailer. Many other interesting items are there too.

There is quite a bit of activity. Cindy Reed, the corporate manager of the WBCCI, is a lovely person with a lot on her plate. Her heart is in the club and more than anything she wants to see it succeed as a benefit for its members. Diplomacy is one of her strong points and is essential for carrying out her responsibilities.

I spent some time investigating the oirignal buildings from the beginnings of Airstream in Jackson Center. My own Tradewind was built in these buildings in 1960 and left the factory through one of these doors.

Notice the Quonset hut style of the oldest building. Once upon a time a bazooka factory operated here cranking out weaponry during WWII. In 1952 Airstream bought the property and began making silver trailers in that very building. Even now, these buildings are used in the production of Airstream's new B-Class coach, the Interstate. I love the fact that a place once turning out rocket launchers which produce the sounds of war became a thriving plant whose product is responsbile for the sounds of laughter, discovery, and adventure.

Pee Wee suggested going into nearby Sidney for supper. Sidney is an interesting town with intriguing architecture. Based on the principle of the county seat town square, the court house is surrounded by a samping of buildings representative of American design with old word influence.

Even the famous architect, Louis Henri Sullivan, designed one of the landmarks.

Supper was at the local diner, The Spot, established in 1907. The restaurant currently exudes a 50’s style and the onion rings are to die for.

The next morning the Tradewind would be towed to the Service Center by one of the John Deere's. I had been reassured by some very important people at Airstream that there was very little that the guys in service hadn't seen or done on a coach. Still, I settled in for the night with apprehension.

Goin' to Jackson, Jackson Center, that is . . .

2009-09-24T16:31:00.001-04:00

There must be healing properties in aluminum. After one day of nursing a feverish illness, I was up and off to my good friends, Steve and Amy Burrow’s home. Part of my mission was to pick up Dale “Pee Wee” Schwamborn who was hitching a ride with me to Jackson Center. We proceeded on through St. Louis.

Traveling with Pee Wee is a real treat. Something akin to riding with the king. He is the ultimate traveler and full of stories from “back in the day”. Some of the trip included the back roads, my favorite roads to travel. Back roads are where the serendipitous opportunities occur. Like stopping at an organic farm and produce stand.

The road to Jackson Center is straight through America's farmlands, flat as a fritter and full of corn and beans.

Pee Wee tells me there was a time when Airstream in Jackson Center had to plan productions schedules around crop harvesting since most of the workers were also farmers.

Pulling into Jackson Center was not unlike a homecoming. Forty-nine years ago my 1960 Tradewind exited one of the doors across the street from today’s service center and main plant.

My purpose for returning was an ailing black tank valve. I found a spot on the Terraport next to the Pan American that Airstream had set up for Pee Wee.

Service wasn't scheduled until Wednesday, so the Tradewind patiently waited for its turn. Me, not so much.

Cape to Cairo ~ Celebrating the 50th

2009-09-22T22:34:00.003-04:00

I've just returned from 10 days on the road with the Tradewind. My first destination was a golden anniversary party. Fifty years ago Wally Byam, along with two advance scouts, Dale "Pee Wee" Schwamborn and Nick Charles, led a group of Airstreamers from Cape Town, South Africa to Cairo Egypt. Steve Burrows (soldiermedic) hosted a fantastic AIRforums rally to commemorate this event. The Cape to Cairo Rally included a 68 mile round trip with 18 Airstreams from Cape Girardeau, MO to Cairo, IL. Our journey began September 11, 2009. Pee Wee Schwamborn was again the advance scout and special guest.

Here's some photos of the event. Just click on the slide show if you want to see the entire album.

There is nothing quite like looking in your rear view mirror and seeing an endless parade of silver trailers. I don't think any of us could keep our eyes off that mirror. We traveled to Cairo and Fort Defiance at the confluence of the Ohio and Mississippi rivers, took photos, sight-saw, lunched, socialized, and reveled in the spirit of those who had gone before us seeing more, doing more, and living more. On return to Cape Girardeau, we rallied through the weekend. Sunday had me down for the count with a nasty respiratory virus (many thanks to Amy and Steve for taking care of me), but Monday saw me up and heading to my next destination.

Vive, Wally Byam!

A Throne Fit for a King?

2009-08-31T20:37:00.005-04:00

I have made my first major purchase for Elvis. Ironically, it is a toilet. I found a Thetford Aria Classic in my local Camping World clearance section for about half off list and $120 less than any source online. Hey, a china bowl! YES! No plastic toilets for me. Sleek, updated . . . will it fit? I discovered that I really have memorized Dave Makel's phone number. After a quick call, I grabbed it.

The Airstream toilet is a most important fixture. I like my Airstreams because I don't have to use the campground facilities unless I choose to use them. It is one of the great creature comforts to know who has been using my bowl and that it gets cleaned regularly.

Holey Moley

2009-08-24T08:16:00.007-04:00

This is most of hardware taken off the exterior skin of Elvis. He had more jewelery than Jezebel. All served a purpose at one time or another. For instance, the Coffman's used the trailer extensively in hot sunny locations like central Florida and the Texas coast. The large assortment of brackets supported the A&E awning and the aluminum streetside awning. All very necessary features for beaming ultraviolet protection.

Now with the hardware stripped off, there are a number of holes.

I really want to keep as much of Elvis's original skin as possible. So far, the only skin that has been replaced is the panels over the wheel wells. Each window drip cap and the door eyebrow will be fabricated to replace severely bent ones full of screw holes. Plans right now are for creative repair of the remaining skin blemishes. Elvis will have a few extra strategicly placed rivets as reminders of former life.

I'm cool with that.

We all have scars, some physical and some emotional, that bear evidence as to what we have been through. But none detract from the essence that is the soul.

Pink and White Cadillacs

2009-08-22T08:19:00.010-04:00

Elvis rolled out of the factory with a flesh-tone pink blown ABS bathtub. I thought it was fiberglass but Trailer Buff found on removal that it was ancient ABS. Under that mat is a nasty tear. The old tub is very brittle. Trailer Buff has already refabricated a new one to original specs in fiberglass. Now I need to choose a color.

From the get-go I had jokingly referred to the "pink" bathtub as Elvis' pink Cadillac even considering a redo in Cadillac pink. Fifty's fashionable and totally appropriate.

The bathroom sink in Elvis is white and in really good shape. It is one of the largest bathroom sinks I've seen in an Airstream and I'd like to keep it. Why Airstream put in a pink tub with a white sink is beyond me. Considering some of the other Airstream factory issues Dave has found, it shouldn't be surprising.

I grew up with a white 1958 Cadillac. My Dad bought it second-hand from a car lot in West Palm Beach in '62 or '63. He loved that car and so did I. Mom hated driving "the Queen Mary" as she would say.

Our Caddy was big, the trunk huge, the seats comfortable, and the ride smooth. Long trips never bothered us, as long as Dad drove. Elvis had white Cadillacs too. His 1960 Fleetwood Limo had forty coats of exterior paint.

Elvis owned a triple white 1974 Fleetwood Brougham that was one of his favorites. You can find more of Elvis's Cadillacs at http://elviscadillacs.tripod.com/.

Currently I'm planning for a pink, black, gray, and white color scheme for this Airstream's bath. For those of you rooting for a pink bathtub, well, I'm sorry to tell you but I'm choosing white. In the long term white will be more flexible if I choose to change up the decor.

I like pink and I like white. If it's a Cadillac, I will be happy either way.

Tearing Down Elvis - The Awful Truth

2009-08-19T12:13:00.012-04:00

This week I received a letter with an SD card containing a digital pics from Trailer Buff. It was a thick envelope. Thick envelopes can be indicative of either good or bad. This one was a bit of both.

When you start peeling the layers off these old Airstreams, they begin to tell a story. I so appreciate Dave Makel for not sugar-coating the story. He has no problem telling the plain truth. The awful truth is, Elvis has been through a lot. After reading Dave's laundry list, I'm amazed it towed so easily back from Texas.

The awful truth is the trailer floor is basically shot. I wasn't surprised since the last owner said the trailer had been involved in a flood while waiting for repair at a Dallas dealership. Tile had been installed directly over the damaged flooring. Nearly all the flooring at the shell edges, which is necessary for stability in the monocoque design, had rotted away completely. The flood is the primary reason for so much of the casework damage as well.

Sheets of plywood had been stacked in the rear to compensate for the 3 inch frame sag. Yes, rear end sag was a problem even before the '70s models. The forward axle position on Elvis doesn't help either. It appears a shorter frame was rear-lengthened at the factory during the original build to complete the 30 foot trailer order. Unfortunately, it wasn't strengthened for the additional rear weight. The awful truth is that Airstream had build and quality issues even back in Wally's day. Another shattered myth about superior vintage workmanship.

The awful truth is that the trailer was apparently hit on the streetside. The interior floor and frame was forced in and up causing this tear in the interior roof skin at the first bulkhead. The frame wasn't repaired properly. Steel pop rivets were used on interior skin and we all know what happens with dissimilar metals. The wheel well was never repaired nor was the axle spring replaced.

There is a host of additional issues, a few of which I was already aware. But then there is the frame. The awful truth is the frame is worse then we ever realized.

No one said this would be easy. Or cheap. But while reading Dave's letter I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. Then his last paragraph was like a soothing breeze calming the sting.

"The good news is that we have a plan and will rebuild it to a condition so much better than original that it will only be related by looks. Don't worry a bit about the final product, it's just a trailer and I know what to do."

Yes, he certainly does.

The Birthday Girl

2009-07-23T23:46:00.011-04:00

That's my Mom and today was her birthday. She is the reason I was rushing home from Airstreaming in the middle of the week. I was not going to miss her birthday. She is enjoying a free ice cream sundae, courtesy of IHOP. Of all the places she could have chosen, she wanted IHOP with the free sundae on her birthday. Children of the Great Depression and those of the "Greatest Generation" have not forgotten the value of a dollar in this disposable society.

It doesn't take a lot to please my Mom. She has so much "stuff" and is in need of nothing except better health. She loved the birdhouses I brought from Virginia and is planning strategic locations. The bluebirds will soon be treated to new digs.

That's Mom wearing her sunglasses over her regular glasses. Says it's easier that way. Mom is not a slave to trendy fashion. What ever works, whatever she likes, whatever is comfortable, that's good enough for her. Her attitude made for a delightfully pressure-free childhood for me. I thank her every day that I never had to question if I was loved.

We took in a 3 hour sunset cruise on the River Gorge Explorer, a 70 passenger catamaran that can speed down the river going from zero to 50 mph in a matter of seconds. There are four C-18 875 hp engines and the power is unmistakable as they rumble to life. It can quickly manuever every which way but upside down. We did high-speed doughnuts in the Tennessee River and barely created a ripple of wake. When cruising at top speed and the captain reverses engine thrust, this is what you see out the window. Mom enjoyed every minute of it.

Check this out if you want to see more. Just like the clip, we went by my boss's house too. He wasn't home, was probably working, but not me! And the captain really does use a "gameboy" to bring the vessel into port. I stood right by him and watched. This boat is as slick as it gets.

By the time we got back, the sun had gone down and the lights were on in town. Chattanooga's 109 year old Walnut Street bridge is visible just behind the 92 year old Market Street bridge. That's the recently decomissioned 83 year old Delta Queen, now a hotel, to the left behind the first bridge. Though the landmarks are aged, Chattanooga's riverfront still thrives.

So I pray that my 81 year old Mom continues to thrive. Though now less often, she travels with me and the Airstream. She traveled with me to get Elvis when my other support systems fell through. She couldn't bear the thought of me recovering the trailer alone, wanted to be there for moral support. I want her to be the first to travel with me when Elvis is ready to roll on the road again.

I love my Mom.

Stimulating the Economy

2009-07-21T21:56:00.010-04:00

I always like to patronize the local establishments when I travel, so today I did just that. Floyd County of Virginia has lots to offer both inside the town of Floyd and out. First, to Chateau Morrisette, located just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. Of course I didn't follow the directions on the website.

I let the GPS guide me on gravel road shortcuts through the foothills. With 4-wheel drive, I know I can go over just about anything. Consequently, I got the see what most don't. Deep woods, like the kind in fairy tales. Wildflowers in bloom that I'd never seen before. A ruffed grouse scratching for food along the roadside. At first I thought it was a stray chicken until he showed his display of tail and neck feathers. He was clearly annoyed by my presence.

Back in Floyd I opted out of the Food Lion for the Mom and Pop operation down the road. Small, but had everything I needed. The few shoppers were locals, all with friendly smiles down each aisle.

Next stop, the Floyd Country Store. This is part of the Crooked Road, a trail winding through Viriginia stopping at places where the music of the hills was born.

Here is where the store has live jam sessions every Friday. Lunch here included the best homemade peach pie I've ever eaten. In a nearby shop two handmade wooden bowls spoke to me. I had to take them home.

Glendon Boyd is a a 4th generation wood carver and does it the old fashioned way with his father's tools. The small bread bowl is made from sassafras wood and the large salad or fruit bowl from cherry. There is great beauty in something so utilitarian when it is made with pride.

After finding two bluebird houses for Mom, I went to Sweet Providence Farm. They have fresh organic produce, much grown right there. I grabbed a few things along with a "Better Than Fried" apple pie and a homemade soft pretzel for lunch on the road tomorrow.

Back at Highland Haven we had Happy Hour at the clubhouse complete with music by Walt. He is quite accomplished with strings including banjo and dulcimer. I learned a new Airstream song. Remember the old TV show Hee Haw? Don't be ashamed to admit you've watched it. Remember a tune routine about "I thought I found true love, but you met another and . . . "? There are several cleverly worded verses to this version plus these chorus lines:

Where, oh where are you tonight?

Why did you leave us here all alone?

We've searched the world over and can't find you no where . . .

You got an Airstream and PHHZZT you was gone!

Tonight I was treated to one last sunset at Highland Haven. Tomorrow I hit the road for home.

Parting Shots

2009-07-19T23:27:00.015-04:00

Saturday evening was spent with the Makel's at Devil's Backbone Brewery. This locally-owned establishment is nearly right across the street from the Makel's home. It was a fine mix of folks from all walks and backgrounds. Live music by Jason Ring and we had a front row seat. This guy can play anything with strings and play it well. Everything from blues to bluegrass to classical. Quite a talent and worth hearing if you get a chance.

Leaving the cabin this afternoon was bittersweet. I will miss the million dollar view from the cabin screen door and the bubbly sound of the Tye river running by my Airstream.

Ms. Lu had enjoyed rare freedom to run free and do what dogs do best.

Relaxing in this beautiful valley has been a privilege. There is an ancient widsom within these hills that has been all but lost to some. But it is still here. If you become still, it will come to you.

But I'll travel down the Blue Ridge Parkway towards Highland Haven Airstream Park and see what's over the next hill.

Elvis is in the Building

2009-07-16T19:48:00.007-04:00

Oh yeah, baby! Elvis IS in the building.

I had driven by Trailer Buff late yesterday and saw his spot in the holding yard was vacant. Today it was confirmed. He moved into the second work bay earlier this week. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Exactly one year ago I spotted this Sovereign of the Road on Craigslist. Today the smile hasn't left my face and probably won't for at least the rest of the week.

When I arrived, Joey, Dave's right hand man, was drilling out rivets. Both side panels over the wheel wells will be replaced. John Coffman tells me that his father, Chuck, modified these panels with hinged sections over the wheel wells after struggling with his first flat tire. With the original low-riding design, the hinged panel made tire changing a breeze. With the new Dura-Torque axles and extra lift Dave will give the rig, tire changing without undue difficulty will still be possible.

With his bare hand, Joey (brave man) produced his first find.

Then Joey showed me the 5 gallon pail of nesting debris he pulled out from behind the refer before he found the mummified squirrel. The doomed creature had been entombed for years. I can't wait to see what's in the belly pan.

Dave and I discussed the resto for quite a while. It is obvious to me that he completely understands Airstreams, how they were built, the nuances between models and years, and the physics behind monocoque structure on frame. Elvis is at the right place at the right time. Life is good!

It Must Be An Omen

2009-07-15T13:01:00.008-04:00

A good omen. It seems I'm hearing Elvis everywhere I go. I've just walked into the Java Depot just outside Nellysford, VA. "Heartbreak Hotel" is streaming from the ceiling speakers. When traveling I tend to flip through radio stations like some channel surf. More then a couple of times I ran into Elvis singing on the radio. I've caught everything from alternative to bluegrass. Tunes like "You bring the weed and I'll bring the wine" or "If I give my soul to Jesus maybe she'll let me stay". You gotta love it.

I pulled into my home for the next few nights just before the sun slipped behind the mountains. I have some very generous and wonderful friends who are letting me camp at their family cabin nestled in the foothills near the Blue Ridge Parkway. The Tye River runs just yards from the front door. It's only a short trip to Trailer Buff from here. I had plenty of light to set up, introduce Ms. Sugarfoot to the new smells around the property, and relax in front of the Tradewind while listening to the sounds of the country. The scent of sweet newly mown hay lingers in the air.

I catch the sun's last light as it slipped behind the peaks of the Blue Ridge. This morning the sight was equally as captivating. The sun is shining and it's a sparkling clear day. A delicious breeze is blowing.

Kicked back in my vintage lawn lounger, I drank my morning coffee while listening to the Tye River's bubbly music. I know "almost heaven" is West Virginia's claim. Right now, Virginia IS heaven.

Soon . . .

2009-07-14T08:26:00.005-04:00

Last week Dave Makel called to tell me he is nearly ready to start work on Elvis. The Tradewind is ready to go but for the hitching. I'm heading up to Trailer Buff.

I'll be near Nellysford this afternoon late. This will also be some much needed downtime after a long haul at work and I can't wait to kick back. Airstreaming soothes the soul better than nearly anything else for me.

On a side note, this past Sunday I got to spend time with a 1961 Caravel and met a new friend. It's funny how word gets out locally that one might know something about vintage Airstreams. Out of the blue a man calls, a local business that had done some Tradewind running gear work for me gave him my number. He wanted me to come see his new purchase and "educate" him.

As soon as I pulled into his drive I broke into a grin. What a sweet little number! According to RJ Dial's website, only 32 were made through 1961. I love the layout, one of the few in a trailer this small that lends itself to a separate sleeping area. This coach also has a rear exterior storage area that looks to be a factory modification. The original owner must It is constructed from aluminum on an extended frame, riveted to the shell, and the stock rub rail runs around the base. Enjoy the slide show of this great all original.

Forty-Pound Twins

2009-06-22T20:35:00.017-04:00

Elvis is still waiting patiently for his turn in the building at Trailer Works. It shouldn't be long now before work starts. In the meantime, I've started purchasing some of the essentials like aluminum LPG tanks. When Vintage Trailer Supply recently offered free shipping on their Worthington's, I couldn't pass them up. Here they are, like twin aluminum towers just waiting to take on a shine.

Vintage Trailer Supply came through with two beautiful 40 lb. tanks free of gouges and ugly defects. These will polish up nicely and sit proudly on Elvis' tongue. I ought to be able to boondock for a good while with these babies! I'll be heading up to Trailer Buff in late July with the tanks to be included with Elvis' polishing job.

The Tradewind is still taking care of me during the wait. I just got back yesterday from DeSoto State Park in Ft. Payne, AL. Usually rare in a state park setting, this one has huge sites, full hookups, cable TV service, and WiFi hotspots if you desire. Camping in a heat index exceeding 102 isn't necessarily enjoyable, but being out and away in the Airstream makes up for the inclimate shortfall.

The Little River Canyon runs just south of the park. It made for a nice drive in the comfort of the air-conditioned truck cab.

It is one of the deepest canyon systems east of the Mississippi. The 14,000 acre preserve extends over twenty miles down the middle of Lookout Mountain in northeast Alabama.

The view from my Airstream door was another Airstream; a Bambi DWR newly owned by two of the nicest new-to-Airstreaming people from Illinois. Sunday morning brought time well spent talking with another Airstreaming couple and their traveling buddies. As luck would have it, we ended up on I-59 together on the way to Chattanooga. A spontaneous mini-caravan; a 2002 Safari, followed by the Jayco, and my 1960 Tradewind as the caboose. After traveling about 30 miles we waved vigorously to each other while parting at the I-24/75 split.

It's just the natural course of events. If you're camping and find another Airstreamer, you've found another friend.

To all my caravanning friends heading to the International in Madison ~ Godspeed, be safe, and have lots of fun!

Chasing Rainbows

2009-05-17T19:58:00.012-04:00

Last Friday, a rough day at work, major traumas, a late start on the road, sunshine overshadowed by dark clouds, crazy drivers, wrecks on the interstate. I gotta get to the Georgia Springstream Rally.

Just as I emerged from the Ocoee Gorge the sun shone from behind me casting early evening gold towards the east. To my amazement a rainbow appeared before me. I could swear the end of the rainbow was touching down in Lake Chatuge at the campground where I was heading. I followed this rainbow almost all the rest of the way. Then a hard rain settled in.

I arrived at the Georgia Mountain Fairground around 7:30PM, pouring rain, nasty, sloppy, and a nightmare for setting up camp in red Georgia clay. This is a time when one is glad to be part of the wonderful world of Airstreaming. First, Jim, who I have never met before, came out of his '87 345 Classic MoHo with an umbrella and a smile. Jim and Regina were my neighbors and now they are friends.

Then Tom and Becky, who I've rallied with before, arrived before I'd even unhitched. They had another umbrella, a lantern, a cocktail shaker, and a glass for a watermelon margarita made just for me. With friends like this, facing site set-up in the pouring rain is a walk in the park! Every bit of the stress of the day melted away like butter in the sun.

The Springstream was another great AIRforums rally. Here's a slideshow. Click on it if you want to view a larger show in Picasa. There were more than Airstreams. We had a fully restored to original Wally Byam Holiday and a vintage VaKashunEtte complete with vintage tow vehicle. Very cool to say the least. And Lewis, who owns a California '55 Flying Cloud (yes, we are whale tail brethern, Frank) was there with a Bargman tail light and the galley exhaust fan cover. That's the spirit. If you can't bring the whole thing, bring what you can.

We had better weather than we expected. When the rains came in again last night it was gentle. Raindrops on aluminum sing a most soothing lullaby. I slept like a baby. Leaving this morning was hard to do. I'm hoping the next rainbow that I get to chase will be to Virginia to see Elvis. Hopefully, Elvis will be undergoing his makeover before long.