Monday, August 3, 2009
Uncle Dean and Aunt Janice (on Winn's side of the family) phoned us one evening last week to say they were in town and would we like to drop by their campsite. We chatted around their fire pit until after ten, when the park ranger told us that visiting hours were over. They stopped on their way out of town the next morning for coffee and homemade cinnamon scones. The next stop on their week-long summer drive through the countryside would be the banks of the Mississippi River, which they would follow south for the remainder of their trip.
Dean was as proud as can be of his "Airstream camper, hot rod pickup, and wild woman." His 1970 truck was shining, and yet he still pulled a rag out of the cab to polish it up before I was allowed to take a picture. We decided that his "wild woman" should sprawl herself across the hood for our little photo shoot. (This caused Dean some anxiety, but he needn't have worried because dainty lil' Janice didn't leave a single scuff mark.)
And let me tell you, that 1968 house on wheels was something else! I'm not generally into RVs, but I almost wanted to buy an Airstream for myself after receiving a tour of the deliciously retro inside, complete with a davenport, bathtub, and (Janice's favorite) a swing-out makeup mirror with built-in lighting. A magazine rack, throw pillows, and Grandma Johnson's photo on display were just a few of the added touches of home.
Listen to that engine roar...