Some of you may have heard that we had to make a trip to “The Mother Ship”, aka the birthplace of our Airstream in Jackson Center, OH. We never fully came clean on the reason why, or told the tale of our trip, so hear’s the story.
On arriving home from our last outing with our Bambi to our favorite fall campground in Maine (Recompense Shore Campground at Wolfe’s Neck Farm in South Freeport), we were working on backing into our driveway to deposit the unit in her normal spot alongside our meadow. This is no easy feat, and is without a doubt the most unpleasant part of each of our Airstream camping adventures. It’s mostly my fault, since I like a narrow curvy driveway well-planted with lovely lush vegetation, which is apparently a Very Bad Thing when you are trying to back an Airstream and tow vehicle into a small spot. Fast forward to the point where nothing was lining up properly, wits are frayed, and the “just get it over with” mentality kicks in. That’s when you haul the unit forward without paying enough attention, and try to take down a substantial tree limb in the process.
The photo above does not show the full extent of the damage, but it does demonstrate substantial panel damage that requires complete replacement, and this is not for the faint of heart. Bruce does most everything in the way of repairs to our toys; but not this. Continue reading The Mother Ship