In 2009, for a very brief amount of time, we were the proud owners of a vintage camper. She was a 1974 New Paris Traveler, 16 feet long, and she was a mess. Continue reading
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Let this indoor girl OUT!
As Jack Dawson described Rose DeWitt-Bukater, I, too, am an “indoor girl.” Historically, if I had to choose an outdoor activity versus an indoor one, especially in the heat of summer, I would always choose the activity that let me sit in the air conditioning and avoid mosquito bites.
I vividly remember our brief, brief foray into camping a few years ago. We were living in our little rental house in Acton, Indiana and we suddenly (and inexplicably, now that I think about it) decided that we were “camping people,” so we went out and bought all the stuff, and I mean all the stuff. Tent. Sleeping bags. Lanterns. Matches. Bug zappers. Bug spray. Bug netting. Collapsible camp table. Everything we could possibly need for a night of tent sleeping in our own backyard.
Officially obsessed
In the past 48 hours, I’ve descended into Airstream madness. (When I want something, I really want it.) Simply put, I want a 1957 Airstream Bubble.
Here is the outside of one (all photos are not mine):
And after asking Lord Google to see images of the inside of restored Airstreams, I found this article with photos that show exxxxactly how I would want the inside of mine to look (minus that particular guy on the bed, that is):
Want.
Want.
WANT.
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