Thank you all for putting on such a wonderful event. Fourty Airstreams on a farm... I can see the headlines now, "In a small horse pasture in Upper Marlboro the silver pods began appearing.... what mysterious lifeforms are starting to emerge in the dawn's early light?"
I had a rally, rally good time..... Thanks to all of you who made me feel sooooo welcome and invited me to join your group. The DC group is definitely not "fogies with stogies" I think there was only one other single female in the group, but I definitely wasn't made to feel like a fifth wheel (BAD PUN!
I think every member of the rally should receive a medal for breaking the drought! Apparently it's a tradition of the CBR to have at least one day of "gritty" weather and boy did we. I found that small doses of white zinfindel warded off the worst effects.
I got to see my first Argosy Minuet - wow are they neat but small - and a wide variety of other vintage to newer units dating from the mid 50's through 90's. The vintage units with period tow vehicles were really a kick. And I really enjoyed seeing folks who were polishing at the rally. Oy vey! That's a lot of work.
Many people toured "Foiled Again" and were impressed with the innovative design and the nice interior (midnight sun). It is the most "dirt friendly" of the standard upholsteries available. The vintage people nearly cried to see the return of the vista views and the wrap around window in the back - just like the Argosy! (innovative? more like intelligently recycled). I gotta tell you though after driving up on 301 and crossing the 2 lane Potomac River bridge SIZE MATTERS! That extra six inches in width didn't defeat me, but my knuckles did whiten perceptably.
I thought I'd have plenty of water hose, but couldn't reach the hookup, so before I could even ask where the nearest Wal-Mart was, magically I'd been hooked up with 40 feet of spare hose hose. Next I thought my furnace was malfunctioning, because the Propane alarm went off after about 5 minutes. Needless to say a quick exam by the veterans turned up that it was the smoke detector (it's mounted almost directly over the propane detector) and it was being set off by the new furnace burnoff. Set on the fantastic fan and cleared the stream, then slept in cozy warmth on a night that went down to the 40's.
Food was fantastic, everyone was SO NICE, even though I doubt anyone went to the Cherry Blossom parade (40 degree weather, driving rain, 20 mph winds... ) we still all had fun. Just talking, touring each other's units, playing cards or sitting around planning renovations.
I didn't tell anyone at the rally, but when I left I headed to Ohio where my mother was just admitted to hospice. She is nearly 86, has had 17 hospitalizations in the last 5 years and the last one which happened Thursday just ruined what little heart muscle she had. I seriously considered skipping the rally, but I know she could last for weeks or months and I really wanted to fill up my reservoir with some happy times before I came here.
It really does help. Mother has always relied on me to be the family entertainer when things are grim, so I regaled her with stories of how the rain reconstituted the horse leavings, of how much difference six inches could make, told her stories of the frame off restorations some have done, and how people are actually preserving the "Mamie Pink" interiors of '50's units, and my personal crisis after leaving
... I'd just gotten about 100 miles out of DC when suddenly all of the smoked salmon, hummas and other rich food I'd eaten created a crisis in my lower digestive tract.
EGAD, I'd left without filling my fresh water tank! ARGH! nature was calling in a way that could NOT be denied, so I pulled over, ran for the trailer and tested the limits of that cheap plastic bathroom bowl. Oh dear, there is just NO description which will suffice, OR get past the moderators. Now what could I do? Oh no, this wasn't something that a half liter of bottled water would remove.
Well, there has never been a more pitiful waste of a box of cheap white zinfindel, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Now, will I get a wine stain on the plastic bowl?
They've got mom on Haldol and morphine; she laughed and laughed then made me repeat the story to the nurses, then nodded off while watching West Wing.