and so ..
about 50 vintage campers
and their owners gathered
at fallen leaf campground
at south shore lake tahoe
for a weekend or more of
fellowship, food, and fun.
such a beautiful spot to
call home for a few days.
we spent 6 days there..
we enjoyed a little hike to the dam and along a portion of the lake .. only about 2 miles and rather easy terrain though i wasn't wearing proper shoes for this even this type hike/walk/stroll.
sometimes i'm a dunce. sometimes?!
this girl joined us on our trip ..
a 1955 boles aero mira mar
(adopted about 9 months ago).
she's in process of restoration. the inside is near completion - the outside, apart from the gorgeous awnings attached to each side of the trailer, is awaiting a bit of surgery in the way of stripping off battleship gray paint using aircraft stripper, a soothing acid wash, then buff and wax. she'll sport a satin natural aluminum finish when she's done. part of her exterior process will also include replacing all window seals, painting the wheels, tongue, and propane tanks.
don't mind if i do.
and i did.
potluck saturday night? you bet.
in fact, we enjoyed every night as a potluck
night.. one organized event with the entire vintage group, then other nights with friends and nearby campers. the last night four couples brought out leftovers in the form of appetizers to share at our picnic table. a final community feast and a good way to *not* bring home *too* much food cuz we all brought loads of it!
rest? thankfully so.
the weather was incredibly agreeable.
intermittent rain showers, thunder ..
one evening we tucked ourselves under
the awning of millie, a 54 kenskill.
it's my "god-trailer" since i found it for them.
they've made it gorgeous.
anyway, we tucked ourselves under millie's
awning with 7 other nearby folks,
talked & laughed, and soon enough the rain began.
first the thunder then the downpour
and there we were safe and snug.
here's a picture of
Millie and her mama, nancy.
wave hello to nancy ...
there were bears. a mama and her two cubs were roaming the campground at night time. it's important to secure your food locker lest your fine french cheese and *all* your bacon is eaten by a rather large mammal who then held eye contact through their camper window just feet away.
oh dear. ask millie's parents.
they know. wink.
we don't have a name for the 55 boles.
we have a few but would like to hear yours.
inquiring minds and all.