Today was totally removed from the rally location at the State Fairgrounds – The Cass Scenic Railroad tour to Bald Knob! Six of us left the fairgrounds in two vehicles and drove 1 ½ hours on winding West Virginia mountain roads – passing through the hometowns of Pear S. Buck and Pocahontas, Civil War battle sites, and several State Parks. We arrived at the Cass Depot station which was constructed in the 1970’s to replace the 1923 depot, which had burned. Also on site (back in the heyday) was the storage area for finished lumbar produced by the Cass Mill which was built in 1902. It didn’t close until 1960 and produced 125,000 board feet of lumber per 11-hour shift!
Arriving early we enjoyed a bit of time in the country store, the museum, and viewing a video about the railroad and town of Cass. Our train, mostly filled with Airstreamers from the International Rally, left the station at 11:30. As we boarded we picked up bottles of water and a sack lunch for the 5-hour round trip.
Our destination of Bald Knob was at mile marker #11, and gave us a 30 minute stop to enjoy the scenic overlook and use the pit toilet facilities. It took us just under 3 hours to chug that 11 miles up the mountain -- the downhill trip was considerably faster, and took about half that time.
Tom and I had to rush from the train station back to the Fairgrounds for the Opening Ceremonies where Tom would march in the NOVA Unit flag! Dressed in a blue beret (the official Wally Byam headgear) blue pants, white shirt, and red tie – he did NOVA proud!
The ceremony concluded, and I hustled back to the Silvermine for a shower and to pay some much-needed attention to Charlie Button. Soon, we were joined by our other NOVA contingents as well as two NOVA couples that arrived just that day: Stephanie and Aaron, and Mark and Sharlene. NOVA ended the day by being represented by a total of 6 Airstreams!
The excuse for sleeping until 8:30 this morning – I was awake a lot last night! Tom was up earlier and had his coffee and headed off for flag practice (for Tuesday’s Opening Ceremonies) where he would be carrying the NOVA flag to represent our unit. As he was walking out of practice I met up with him at the Farmer’s Market. The community, considering the state of emergency for flooding that they were under, did a nice job of showing up to offer fresh produce, bakery items, and frozen meat and poultry cuts for sale. We resisted the fresh baked items, and went for the rib-eye steaks!
We attended an information session on Airstream Electrical issues – not personally stimulating for me, and after that it was just a short walk to the open concession stand that had a covered seating area (it was raining) for lunch. We enjoyed the fact that there was a shuttle system around the fairgrounds, and rode that back to our North parking lot before heading out again to get in the registration line . . .to become "official" rally attendees.
Registration didn’t start until 2:00 – at the same time as the “First-Timer’s” orientation was to begin. At the registration table they allowed First-Timer’s to go first – so they could make it to the First-Timer’s meeting! The line was short and the process was fairly fast. We got our official programs, our ribbons for our name-tags, and a nice blue canvas tote bag to keep everything in.
Then, off to the meeting -- for awhile. There were brief messages from the President of WBCCI and 1st and 2nd Vice Presidents before it was turned over to the girl in charge. It didn’t really seem to be giving us any new insight into the rally as first-timers, so we left! At that point, we needed to come back to the trailer to get on our “casual/dressy” clothes and return by 4:00 for the President’s appreciation dinner!
The food was very good and there was a cash bar. The cash bar helped us get through the hour that the dinner was delayed. While we were waiting we also heard messages from the WBCCI President again. Good stuff, but I was ready to come back to the camper for the evening. Tom followed an hour later and we spent the evening getting things organized for the first tour that we signed up for – a 4-hour railroad trip.
We’re off! This 5-week vacation had been long in the planning and delayed for two years. Caleb and Halie were on hand to snap some pics of the send-off.
The first leg of this vacation was an 8-hour drive across Ohio into West Virginia, meeting up with NOVA members at the Beckley WalMart. This was our staging ground to caravan the last 40 miles into Lewisburg, WV for a week at the WBCCI International Rally. As we pulled into the Walmart, we saw three silver Airstreams in the far end of the parking lot; Terry and Sue, Dan and Dawn, and Mike and Diana, were already present in the parking lot. We broke the cardinal rule of staying at a Walmart (don’t look or act like you are camping) and set up chairs in a grassy spot under some shade trees.
Dinner involved a short walk from the Walmart parking lot to a Bar-B-Q restaurant in an adjacent parking lot. Back at the campground (I mean, parking lot!) we made a quick trip to buy jugs of water to take to the rally location. Torrential rain during the past few days had caused flooding in the area of the rally fairgrounds causing a boil-water alert. We had a full tank of water on board, but thought four gallons of drinking water would be prudent. After another quick sit under the shade trees we all retired to our Airstreams for the evening.
Our get-up time was 7:00 with a plan to leave for Lewisburg by 8:00, but we were wide awake at 6:00 a.m. When we poked our heads out the door there were at least 8 other camping rigs that had bedded down in the parking lot overnight, and some were also stirring. Tom walked to a near-by Starbucks and brought us back the morning fix – his first Starbucks ever!
Leaving promptly at our 8:00 target time, we drove the 40 miles on very steep roads (downhill 7% grade) to the West Virginia State Fairgrounds in Lewisburg. Tom was leading the way, and occasionally I could get a picture of some of our caravan in the rear view mirror.
We drove into the marked entrance and took our place in the Bull Pen -- the lot to hang out in before being escorted to our permanent spot for the week.
We were immediately included in a total Airstream experience. Everyone had a story to tell about their trips or their Airstream. Here is a 1963 Airstream that was beside us in the Bull Pen -- the owner proudly showed us a bullet hole in the skin! I think it will be a week full of discoveries!
Fifteen minutes ahead of time, at 12:45 the parking crew showed up to face the line-up of rigs in the Bull Pen and to start leading them to their permanent spots. Because we were one of the first 500 to sign up for the rally, all four of our rigs were escorted to a gravel parking lot with full hook-ups: water, electric and sewer! The spots were a little close together; in fact when our front awning was open and Dan and Dawn’s back awning was open – they created a complete overhead canopy right outside our front door!
We barely had time to get set up before heading off to enter Charlie in the pet show contest. After rushing to get over there we were told that the registrations had closed and it was too late to have Charlie do her version of “dead dog” up on the stage. People were beginning to gather for the dog show and I went up to the front row of the audience and explained that Charlie wasn’t going to be able to do her trick – but she wanted to perform it for them . . . unofficially. I did part of our little dead dog routine several different times . . . and they loved it! That was the extent of the pet show for us, and we returned to the Airstream to put Charlie in the comfort of the air conditioning.
I don't know what else might lay in store for us this afternoon and evening . . . it is time to study the program and events and make a plan for the rest of the day!
It was time to put the Silvermine’s third air conditioner to the test; if you have been reading the blog you will have followed this whole trail of tears. With short notice for a June 16-19 gathering I sent out an invitation to several old-time camping buds, and several new NOVA members and friends who were all located in the Columbus, OH area. Several years ago we had camped at the little Pastime Park of Plain City (just west of Columbus), and we had enjoyed that little campground so much, we hoped to recreate some memories. With very short notice, 4 Airstreams and 1 TAB made plans to camp, and two other Airstream owners made plans to try to come and visit.
Getting eager, I called Lou and suggested we go down a day early on Wednesday. Lou was having an infusion as part of her wind-up to chemotherapy, but gamely said she could finish that up, finish packing, and drive down to meet us. We arrived Wednesday afternoon at 4:00, and Lou and Larry were shortly behind us at 6:00. There was some juggling of campsites as we discovered most of our group was in the hot all-day sun, and after relocating Lou and Larry to a shady spot a few sites down, we decided it was hot enough (93 degrees) to make a trip into town to eat out.
I am pleased to report that the air conditioner kicked right in as we set up (92 degrees in direct sun) and cooled the trailer down minute by minute! It was really good to see how efficient it was as this had been one of our biggest unsolved questions with the new trailer. Town was just 3 miles away and a little restaurant on the corner called The Ol' 42 Grub House was open and not busy. Good subs, good pizza, we were back at the campground within the hour, as a huge storm front seemed to be moving in.
We gathered under the PahaQue and waited for the show – that did not come! Somehow the entire thunderstorm passed us over without just a little thunder, brief lightening, and very little wind. At 10:00 I went in to clean up, and settle down for a good read.
Thursday morning I slept until 9:45 – that rarely happens! The morning temperatures was pleasant enough for a sit-out under Lou’s big awning while we drank coffee and decided on a morning plan. There was a restaurant that Lou had passed by several times in the small town of Waldo (just 23 miles away) that claimed to have world famous Bologna Sandwiches – we were game for that! The little town of Waldo is tiny, and mostly made up of eating establishments. The G&R Tavern was packed at the noon hour, and we had to stand around and wait for seating, and settled for a tall table in a corner. The bologna sandwiches were worth the drive and the wait. Put this place in your lunch-bucket list – G&R Tavern in Waldo, Ohio!
After lunch I have to confess that I dropped into the Silvermine for an hour to read/nap, and when I woke up, there was an Airstream all set up beside us . . . and another one pulling into place! John and Suzi in their new 25’ front bedroom, and Bruce and Melinda in their new 23’ front bedroom – identical to ours! We had camped with both couples at the Haydocy Rally where we all celebrated our new GMC/Airstream purchases, and it was fun to meet up again so soon to share our Airstream knowledge.
John had a new toy to try out – a Clam shelter house. The promotional video shows it being set up in under a minute, and for a first-run John put in a very respectable time.The Clam comes in green – and green is my new Silvermine color . . . .
At that point we were all set up and settled in and ready to do what Airstremers do best -- sit under those awnings, beside those glorious silver shelters, and connect . . . or in this case, reconnect!
I slept late again on Friday morning, and woke to a campfire coffee conclave. Bruce and Melinda had left early to put in a day of work. John and Suzie were our resident tour guides, and in their Mercedes convertible they led our truckload to a Skyline Chili for lunch, followed by a shopping excursion to a large Field and Stream that was attached to a Dick’s.
We were back at the campground by 3:30, to rest and await the arrival of Alan and Carie, our final camping couple. Evidently I sleep pretty soundly in the O-G chair with my earphones plugged into Willie’s Roadhouse, as they arrived, unhooked their TAB, and hauled it to within 15’ of where I was napping and set up camp . . . without waking me up!
The afternoon was a nice session under a large shade tree; we had to keep moving our chairs as the sun climbed across the sky. Several of the boys motivated for a frisbee exhibition showing off their free-style throws. Supper was a shared grill and seating around the picnic tables . . . during which disaster struck!
Right before dinner, as a result of my using the microwave, Tom went to the electric box to find that I had tripped a breaker. He flipped the switch, and as he reached to plug in the power cable, a wasp drilled his thumb. That shouldn’t have been a problem as he has been stung many times over the years. But within minutes it was obvious this sting was different. Within 15 minutes we were all anxious about his symptoms, and in another 5 minutes he left for the local hospital with Alan driving, and John providing directions. I missed the ride and after 20 minutes Alan called to say that Tom was not good. Larry let me pack the things I thought we would need and then he drove me to the ER and brought Alan and John back to the campsite.
Alan and John had driven Tom right to the ambulance entrance of Dublin Methodist Hospital, and after first denying him entrance, the receptionist took a second look and then opened the door to let him in. It took John and the receptionist to get him to a close-by treatment room, and immediately the staff was all over him with treatment. His BP dropped to 80/30, he was covered in hives, his throat was swelling, and his vision was narrowing but thank goodness he responded fairly quickly to treatment. With his past history of heart trouble, and the severity of his reaction, they admitted him overnight. His room had first class accommodations that included sleeping for me, and by 1:00 we were settled in and trying for sleep! Throughout it all, Tom was very cooperative about posing for pictures for my blog!
Morning in the hospital room saw a smooth progression from getting up, eating a nice breakfast, having a doctor visit, getting unhooked from multiple IVs, and demonstrating strength by walking laps around the unit floor. Discharge sent him off with some more medicine and an epi-pen, and instructions if he should have a sting in the future. We were back at the campground by 10:30.
Newest members of NOVA, Denise and Monica lived in the area and dropped by for a visit They were unable to come and camp because their brand new 16’ tricked-out Bambi named "Tranquility" was in the shop! But, we all connected quick enough to assume we will be camping with them in the near future! So sorry that I did not get the camera out and get a picture!
Shortly after lunch Tom and I felt the need to catch up on some missed sleep, and we retired to the Airstream for a long nap. For supper we tried the shared grill again -- just glad that everyone was present and there were no emergency interruptions!
The last night of the campout there was a pow-wow around the fire pit with conversation centering on future get-togethers. Before going to bed Carie and I reminded everyone that breakfast burritos would be served in the morning . . . as a last hurrah!
Sunday morning was a slow progress of packing up, getting ready to go, and eating breakfast burritos. Tom cooked the eggs while each stood by to add their selection of Carrie's ham, sausage, bacon, cheese, onions, sweet peppers, salsa. There was also a nice fresh fruit mix.
What a great campout! And, now we know that the new AC works like a camp to keep the Silvermine cool -- in less than a week, we leave for vacation: one week at the International Airstream Rally, and 3 weeks on the road in Canada.
It’s been a long time on the wish list, but finally we were ready for a return trip to Morgan’s Canoe Livery in Cincinnati, Ohio. Alan and Carie turned us on to this primitive campground on the Little Miami River several years ago and we have wanted to revisit ever since. Alan put this little camp-clave together over the June 3rd weekend.
We got off to a slow start having to load EVERYTHING into the truck and first go to Jackson Center to pick up the Silvermine – fresh off of her 2nd new AC installation. Alumapalooza was going on and we were able to briefly visit with our NOVA friends at the parking gate and then load our stuff into the Silvermine and take off. With a good hour of the trip already behind us, we only had another 1 ½ hours to Morgan’s.
We arrived at Morgan’s to find Alan and Carie in their TAB, and fellow Aistreamers Rick and Georgia already set up in several of the no-hook-ups-at-all campsites. Wonderfully large and defined by dense undergrowth, each site is designed to put as many camping units on as desired. Eventually, Steve and Cindy joined us in their Vista Cruiser, for a total of 4 camping units, 8 people, set up in campsites overlooking the river. Between the TAB and the Silvermine we had an easy-up and the Paha Que for shelter in case the predicted rain came through.
The river was moving entertainment as the canoe livery bussed people upriver to float back down to the landing at the campground. Recent rains guaranteed a fast trip down the 3-mile portion of the river. One little boy walked past our campsite and paused to pose for his 14th run down the river – within 10 minutes I got his picture as he floated past our campsite. More about that later as we took our turn on the river! For now lets just say we had a great spot to relax, chat, and enjoy camping.
We gathered around the picnic table for each-to-his-own supper, and then adjourned to the campfire pit. Tom and I had bought a "timber tote" (a.k.a stump-stove) to take for a test-fire, having always been intrigued by the concept. A single section of log, drilled vertically through the center, and horizontally along the bottom creates a chimney effect and a solid piece of wood that was to burn three hours. What a nice summer fire it was – a pleasant flame shooting straight up was bright but the heat from the fire was deflected by the thick surrounding stump. I wish I had gotten a picture of it burning!
On Friday morning we took a quick trip into Lebanon to see the Golden Lamb restaurant, and the courthouse. We had heard a lot about the Golden Lamb as it was an old establishment and Tom’s mother had visited it several times as a teenager. Although a working establishment, the Golden Lamb was used to inquisitive tourists walking in for a look-around. At this point in the morning the staff was cleaning and getting ready for the lunch rush.
We also visited the old Courthouse which has been partially renovated with updates, but also leaving some key elements of the 1800's interior. I especially liked the teal color of the woodwork and trim, however the courtroom itself had been "ruined" by modernization.
Then back to the campers for lunch and to wait for Carie’s arrival. She arrived in style on the Can Am Spider . . . and immediately got fellow cycle enthusiast Rick’s attention.
Then a trip to Fort Ancient, featuring Hopewell and Adena mounds recurrent in the southern Ohio area. Carie and Alan lead the way on the spider with the rest of us in our truck. Tom and I took the Stone Circle Trail with Charlie Button while the others took in the museum. Then we all drove the road route following the linear mounds.
Unlike circular mounds that we have visited recently, these were linear mounds that traveled in a straight line for long distances; they were hard to see in the darkness of the forest growth.
We reunited with Steve and Cindy who had errands to run in the Cincinnati area and all enjoyed a supper and traditional campfire.
There was a good rain during the night, and a light sprinkle early in the morning, but clearing was enough we decided to try a run on the river. A bus left from our campground on a regular basis and it was a quick trip to our drop-off spot at the canoe livery. Carie, Alan and Rick chose kayaks, and Steve and Cindy and Tom and I chose “old-town” canoes.
It took just a short while to all get matched with a ride, get settled in, and learn the rhythm of the stroke and paddle. The river was high and there was a lot of forward movement with little effort, but while we were bunched up paddles were necessary for steering. Then for an hour we enjoyed the low cruise of the river with two areas of white water.
Without going into detail, I will just show a couple pictures of Alan and Carie out of their kayaks, while Rick stands by to help!
After three miles we floated past our campsite, and around the corner, where we disembarked from the river.
Georgia stayed at the campsite and got these pictures of us as we slipped past.
It has been a long time since Tom and I have been on the river, and we had a great time. However, as we got out on shore and turned in our canoe, paddles, and life vests, I figured it would be another 10 years before we ventured out again!
The weather had been kind to us up until that point, but the rain finally moved in to stay awhile. It was all the excuse we needed to load up and head to the town of Mainville, home to Alan and Carie, to try out their favorite eating venue, Putter's. But first, we stopped at the local Kroger's to gather some special eats for our evening meal.
Rain continued the afternoon, but we were determined to have our steak and lobster feed! Tom fired up the turkey frier, which serves admirably as a lobster and corn-on-the-cob cooker. I quartered lemons, melted butter, and sautéd up some Pirogues with potato and cheese filling. Rick brought a bottle of white wine to the table, and everyone brought and cooked a steak. We had originally wanted whole, live lobster, but after seeing the price we opted for frozen lobster tails. Good choice!
It continued to rain during and after supper, but we gathered under the awning for a game of trivia and some important conversations! Up to this point, I have not mentioned any mishaps with the new air conditioner. . . that is mostly because we did not have electricity to try it out. The rain brought up another issue as we had a puddle of water on the floor directly under the air conditioner! Could it be it wasn't sealed properly when it was installed? This camping trip ended with the knowledge that we would be heading back to the factory early in the week.
Sunday was a leisurely take-off as we all dripped around waiting for things to dry up enough to pack up. I love Morgan's, and I hope it is not so for between visits the next time.
Much has changed since Tom started coming to the Indianapolis 500 42 years ago! But the race weekend parking lot gig is still in effect, and first Tom, Micah, and I needed to link up with Tink at Lake Haven RV – just 11 miles from the track. From here we would be staging an early Thursday morning get-away with a goal of reaching our parking lot as close to it’s 7:00 a.m. opening time as possible. A few minutes too early and we would be held up in a long line of RV’s waiting to enter the lot – a few minutes too late and all the good spots would be taken! We wanted prime real-estate up close to 16th Street for the 100th running of the Indianapolis 500!
Thursday night at Lake Haven . . . the Silvermine had a crisis! The brand new AC (just installed 24 hours previously) did not work! Our first hint was when we woke up at 1:00 a.m. and there was no moving air, and it was getting warmer by the minute. I am not going to document all the diagnostics we went through trying to fix the system, but in the end we just opened the windows and turned on the fan and were comfortable for the rest of the night. The glitch worsened as we packed up to leave for the track at 6:00 a.m. and discovered we had no battery – it should have been fully charged after being plugged into electric all night. Sticking to our time schedule we decided to wait until we got to the parking lot to fuss with the problem.
The parking lot opened at 7:00, and there was a line up of several miles of campers waiting to turn into it. But, we had taken a short-cut that took us through downtown Speedway and moved us to the front of the line with a red-light, right-hand turn -- without having to line-butt! We drove into the parking lot at 7:03 and had our choice of spots up front, within view of our seats in turn 2!
Electrical problems continued to rear an ugly head as we chose our spots and set up our weekend conclave. The colossal generators were all up and the cords were all laid out, and Tom and I got electricity as soon as we plugged in; TInk not! The electrical crew came around and fussed with the box a little bit, and plugged her In. A puff of smoke later, her TV satellite “brains” component was fried, as well as her TV. Later we found that the converter was also smoked.
Meanwhile, Tom was on the phone to Airstream, and they were trying their best to walk him through diagnostics to our electrical issues. It was all pretty complicated over the cell phone and the final decision was to wait until Tuesday after the race to take the Silvermine back to the factory. Meanwhile everything inside worked off of shore power – except the air conditioner! After a quick lunch we located a Camping World just 15 miles away that had the equipment Tink needed to put her TV back in order, and we bought a couple fans to keep the air stirred.
Late in the afternoon we got the impression that our AC was working again! We closed the windows, went to supper, and crossed our fingers hoping for the best.
Supper was Micah’s treat, at the new 1911 Grill owned by Sara Fisher. There was an indoor go-kart track, but none of us sprung for a driver’s seat.
Back at the parking lot, we gratefully entered a nicely chilled Airstream but just couldn’t figure out why it was working again! During an evening walk around the lot we met some racefans from years past, and met some new people and saw some new sights. This motorcycle/tricycle especially caught my eye with it’s wonderful tribute of music artists from the past.
Today the rest of our crew, Calb and Halie, were to land. It was the day of the Indy Lights race and there was a lot of traffic moving into the area, but C&H arrived with no problems and moved in and set up their little corner in our 8 parking spots.
Caleb brought with him some Fuzzy's commemorative bottles of Vodka and gave one to Tink for her birthday. Then we all jumped into the truck and headed for the Speedway Kroger store where the bottles would be signed by Ed Carpenter and his racing team (Joe Newgarden and JR Hildebrand) and team sponsor Fuzzy Zoeller.
Saturday morning Caleb and Halie were sorry to have to miss the autograph signing. Tom, me and the Bruno, loaded in Caleb’s car, went searching for two new batteries for the Bruno. I walked into an Interstate Battery dealership and told the two guys: “You have a chance to be heroes today!” They accepted the challenge – had two of the batteries (rather hard to find ones) and helped take out the old ones and put in the new ones in just 15 minutes. We stopped at a gas station to put air in the Bruno tires, and at Walmart to buy a grill cover for it in case of rain – and were back to the parking lot in 2 hours.
Following sandwiches for lunch, the rest of the crew headed to the track. Rain seemed to be passing us by again today – but it was hazy, hot and muggy. With the AC continuing to work (can’t figure that out!) I decided to hang around base camp!
Not wanting to put a lot of effort into driving for supper, we headed for downtown Speedway (a couple miles away) and the new Big Woods restaurant that had opened just a couple weeks earlier. Good food, and it will be on my list to go back to next year. Then, back to the parking lot where we took Tom's annual 500 Quiz, and chose our driver's for the race. Micah bunked in the Airstream with us again, while Caleb and Halie settled in the make-shift sleeping palace in his mini van.
Some heard the cannon shot at 7:00 a.m. to announce the opening of the track – I did not! Some had plans to head to the track early – I did not. Tom, Micah, Caleb and Halie headed over at 8:00 with a plan to show Caleb and Halie where their new seats were. These seats were just built this past year and Tom managed to snag two tickets in this exclusive handicap seating just down from the start finish line – with an elevator to ride to the seats! The good news is that Micah would not have to carry Caleb to the top – the bad news was that we would not all be sitting together on the top of turn 2 after more than 20 years!
I saw the crowds had thinned out through the security gate where I would enter the Speedway, and left for the track myself at 9:00. Even with 350,000 people crowding in the Speedway, I had a pretty good idea where to look for Tom and Micah. They weren’t exactly where I thought they would be -- hanging on the fence to watch the action in gasoline alley – but close enough! Reunited, we walked on towards the track and stepped onto it for a picture. Later in Pagoda Plaza we located Caleb and Halie.
It wasn't long before we split ways again, with Caleb and Halie heading off for their seats -- and us heading back through gasoline alley, past the museum, through the tunnel under the track, and up to our seats on the outside of turn 2. Looking over our shoulder from the top row, we could see the Silvermine in the parking lot directly across the street. In front of us we had an impressive view of the track!
We made it in time for all the important pre-race ceremonies. (All of us were relieved when we didn't have to hear Florence Henderson sing America the Beautiful year!)
The drivers got in their cars, started their engines, and took off for the traditional three parade laps. Parade laps and yellow flags are about the only race pictures I can capture! I don't even try for pictures of the cars going past us under a green flag at over 220 mph.
The last 30 laps of the race, with a lot of lead changes, was exciting. We kept thinking about Caleb and Halie who were able to see all the pit stop drama and passing. It was electrifying for us to see who would come out of turn 1 leading the pack each lap. In the end, it came down to fuel strategy and, of course, good driving. Alexander Rossi won the race on fumes and was unable to take a victory lap so I could get a picture of the rookie winner. I had to settle for a picture yanked from the internet to end this story!
We don’t go camping any more . . . we go ‘streamin’ ! The “SIlvermine and His” is our 2016 23' Airstream, and ‘streamin’ is the name we use to describe our adventures. Stream along as we document everything from weekend trips to longer summer excursions and full-blown vacations. You know what they say: if you’re not in an Airstream – you’re just camping!
Tom & Ella Brown