Dale "Pee Wee" Schwamborn and I left about a half hour before the main body of the caravan. The river crossing into Ohio was very dramatic with dense fog hovering in the valley.
And we peal off yet another state. Good bye Pennsylvania, hello Ohio. They make Airstreams in Ohio you know.
The Factory was our next stop. After 47 years Anna had returned to the place where she was built. The building where she was built is now where the Sprinter vans are converted to Class B motor homes. The Factory was kind enough to empty a lot for us to park in and to camp in over night. Unfortunately it was 100 degrees outside and the aluminum was threatening to melt in the baking sun. We all ate something and went on the free tour.
Factory tours are always interesting. Even though my trailer was not made in this building, it was cool to see how the modern trailers are built. We were given strict instructions not to take photos. I do not know how it happened, but my camera went off by accident a few times. Hope no trade secrets were seen.
A high priority for me was to see Wally's gold trailer. The closest I could get was ten feet away through a chain link fence. I wanted to see the trailer that made her way through Africa. The same trailer bandits had said was made of solid gold. Luckily they were not able to catch up to the caravan and steal it. Iodized aluminum is a far cry from gold. It was a shame to see the folks at Airstream have so little regard for such a special trailer, leaving it to the weather pushed into a far corner of factory grounds. I asked many people, but no one would allow me to go and see her up close. I had to walk through peoples back yards to get to her.
She looks so sad behind that chain link. The gold pigments weeping down the side. I hope someone important at Airstream reads this and realizes what an injustice they are doing. Those streaks look like tears running down the side. Bob Wheeler, you should send this trailer to me and get her restored by someone who cares.
Once the factory closed we all pulled around to the grass and had happy hour under the three large trees. Being on the grass was at least 15 degrees cooler than being on asphalt. Everyone pitched in and Rob Baker picked us up some pizza.
I was up before the sun, ready for the next day. It had cooled off dramatically and the sun rise was so beautiful. Hope Anna enjoyed coming home again.
One very cool thing about Indiana was our visit to Vintage Campers. Dan
All these need homes. A very nice selection. He will sell them out right or he will restore them for you.
I know, a Spartan Manor. I won't show you the one I am thinking of buying. You might snap it up on me.
I always love studying maps. I need to study harder for I never realized Indiana was next to Mexico. We continued on to our next stop, The RV Hall of Fame. They have a fantastic collection of pre war trailers.
Nice motor home....
One of fifty Bowlus Road chiefs. That trailer would be good training for living in a submarine. We could not go in, but it was very tight feeling even from the outside looking in.
And we decided to roll down the road to a local campground where those that wanted to could plug in. The temperature was close to one hundred and folks were melting. The choice was a good one, for there was a pool and mini golf for the kids. We all pitched in and got Famous Dave's BBQ for dinner. It was not up to Texas standards, but hit the spot none the less.
My next entry will be of the caravan to the Vintage Airstream Club's rendezvous to the International.