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For those of you who are unsure what to do at this point, click on the photo above and it will take you to the photo on Flickr. At that point, look in the right hand column on the Flickr page and you will see a link to view the Airstream set as a slideshow. Hooray!Subscribe To YoungAirstreamers
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Second class heat pump
We spent the night in the Airstream again, and, in order to put off a virginal refill-the-propane-tanks experience, we plugged back into land power and tried out our heat pump. Lame. There was a scant warmish breeze, and then the heap pump cycled off and we were freezing again.
More likely than not, we did something wrong. So it's time to go back to the immensely helpful Airstream forums and listserves to ask whether or not we should expect our heat pump to keep us warm, or whether it is really an air conditioner with a small bit warming sidekick.
I guess while we're there we'll ask how to refill our propane tanks..? Has anyone started at more of a ground zero than we have?
More likely than not, we did something wrong. So it's time to go back to the immensely helpful Airstream forums and listserves to ask whether or not we should expect our heat pump to keep us warm, or whether it is really an air conditioner with a small bit warming sidekick.
I guess while we're there we'll ask how to refill our propane tanks..? Has anyone started at more of a ground zero than we have?
Friday, February 2, 2007
At 75, Airstream still attracts a loyal following
Great article! In particular, I love these quotes:
"...'Airstreamers'—the elite of the recreational-vehicle crowd... submitting to a life of wanderlust has never been more fashionable." Well, what can I say? Quality and style are great selling points. I happily submit.
"More than 60 percent of the Airstreams manufactured in the company’s Jackson Center, Ohio, plant since 1930 are still on the road" Did I mention quality?
"What’s more, Airstreams have been put to a variety of functions. NASA owns four, using them as “astrovans” to cart astronauts from launch-prep facilities to the launch pad since the Apollo days of the 1960s. Neil Armstrong and crew from Apollo 11 were quarantined in an Airstream for 21 days after returning from the moon’s surface in 1969." Steeped in history, too.
And finally, all of this:
"To accommodate the growing number of full-timers nationwide, a number of Airstream communities like the one in Hillsboro, Texas, have sprung up, offering the road-weary a place to stop and rest for a while, or permanently.
Located on scrubby former farmland about an hour south of Dallas, North Texas Airstream Community is exclusively for Airstream owners. It’s divided into 150 lots, many with fully functional mini 'villas,' and has a clubhouse for potluck dinners and socializing.
'You can live in suburbia and have a hundred neighbors and not know any of them. In a campground, you automatically have something in common,' so it’s easy to make new friends, Hampton said.
'And I like the flexibility of being in my own home with a different view out the window every day if I want it,' Hampton said. 'Anywhere I park, I’m home.'”
Tru dat.
Oh, but hey, I should add the disclaimer that we are not trying to be exclusive. We did not buy an Airstream to be a part of the cult. But we are happy that it is so well made, and pretty to boot! But since we have begin lurking on various Airstream chat groups and forums we have found that the Airstream community is incredibly friendly and helpful. We have been worried that we will be lonely on the road, but I am starting to think that there may be innumerable amounts of people out there perfectly willing to welcome us to dinner or a place to camp because this one tie binds us! It gives me faith in communities, it really does.
"...'Airstreamers'—the elite of the recreational-vehicle crowd... submitting to a life of wanderlust has never been more fashionable." Well, what can I say? Quality and style are great selling points. I happily submit.
"More than 60 percent of the Airstreams manufactured in the company’s Jackson Center, Ohio, plant since 1930 are still on the road" Did I mention quality?
"What’s more, Airstreams have been put to a variety of functions. NASA owns four, using them as “astrovans” to cart astronauts from launch-prep facilities to the launch pad since the Apollo days of the 1960s. Neil Armstrong and crew from Apollo 11 were quarantined in an Airstream for 21 days after returning from the moon’s surface in 1969." Steeped in history, too.
And finally, all of this:
"To accommodate the growing number of full-timers nationwide, a number of Airstream communities like the one in Hillsboro, Texas, have sprung up, offering the road-weary a place to stop and rest for a while, or permanently.
Located on scrubby former farmland about an hour south of Dallas, North Texas Airstream Community is exclusively for Airstream owners. It’s divided into 150 lots, many with fully functional mini 'villas,' and has a clubhouse for potluck dinners and socializing.
'You can live in suburbia and have a hundred neighbors and not know any of them. In a campground, you automatically have something in common,' so it’s easy to make new friends, Hampton said.
'And I like the flexibility of being in my own home with a different view out the window every day if I want it,' Hampton said. 'Anywhere I park, I’m home.'”
Tru dat.
Oh, but hey, I should add the disclaimer that we are not trying to be exclusive. We did not buy an Airstream to be a part of the cult. But we are happy that it is so well made, and pretty to boot! But since we have begin lurking on various Airstream chat groups and forums we have found that the Airstream community is incredibly friendly and helpful. We have been worried that we will be lonely on the road, but I am starting to think that there may be innumerable amounts of people out there perfectly willing to welcome us to dinner or a place to camp because this one tie binds us! It gives me faith in communities, it really does.
Airstream Sleepovers
You know, I realize we've failed to mention that we spend the night in the Airstream. We've had it...say, a month now? And we have spent one night every weekend in it, save this last weekend while we attended a ubiquitous wedding.
By ubiquitous I mean that in the 20-something age group you can expect to spend most of your time attending weddings. But we haven't even caught the brunt of it. I called up a friend and advised her of our own upcoming ceremony, and she told me that would be her 6th or 7th scheduled wedding for the year! And this was in January, mind you.
But we may also soon be seeing our first divorce. Amazing how fast things change. Once I thought homework was a pain, and now there is the career ladder and bills and savings and your parents being very truthful about their own struggles, and suddenly you find you have no time to be frivolous, and must make time to try and rediscover how to be childlike in your endeavors. But I am glad for the reality of it all; why create your own drama where there is plenty enough to go around? It has a grounding effect.
But I digress. Onward—I wrote that we discovered our furnace, miraculous! Which has allowed us to sleep comfortably in our tiny home in a field. I wonder what our real home with real heat and comparatively gargantuan floorspace must think? That we no longer take it for granted! Or our jobs, for that matter. So many things have gone incredibly right in the last week that Deb and I have cautiously commented, "Are we going to stay in Richmond?" But I really don't think that we will. We both wonder if we are two of the world's stupidest people for giving up our good fortune. But we are driven, much like we are in our jobs, to pursue this ambition. Gen Y? I always wonder. Are there others out there like us? Is it a generation thing? Or are some just born nomadic?
I digress again. I meant to say that we have discovered several routes out to Ashland and to the field where we have parked our Airstream, and along those routes we have discovered a Thai restaurant where we pick up our Airstream dinner (since we blew out Charles's circuits and have not since used our microwave). We also tote a laptop and whatever variety of Netflix that we have on-hand, and there is always beer or wine since for us it is still a celebratory affair. The dogs jump up on the bed and we all watch a movie until we fall asleep at 8:30. Well! That is what happens, isn't it? It's the countyside, for goodness sake, in the dead of winter! Darkness and silence will screw up your since of time, I'll tell you what!
One night, I had a heck of a time sleeping, because I swore that I heard a mouse. It was just scratching and gnawing away, and I tried to sleep through the racket, but I could only image damage to floorboards, upholstery and carefully winterized plumbing pipes. So I sat up straight in bed, in the dead of (10 o'clock at) night, and cocked my head to catch the direction of sound. Gasp! It was directly overhead! It must have been on the roof, and it happened to be bumping against the lid of the open vent/skylight thingamabob! I peered dangerously at the vent, waiting for a glimpse of the noisy creature. I don't know what my (half-asleep) plan was at the time, but it probably involved bolting noisely out the door and superhumanly onto the roof to scare the vermin away. That would have worked, surely. Anyway, I stared and stared and stared in vain and then realized that it...wasn't that some creature was moving the vent lid, but that the movement of the vent lid itself was causing the noise... yes... it was the WIND blowing at the vent lid, causing it to squeak/imitate scratching and gnawing noises on it's hinges. Oh! Fortheloveof... I hope it did not take me as long as I think it took me to figure that out, in the dead of (10 o'clock at ) night. But case closed, no mice, the Airstream is safe.
Tiny dramas...
By ubiquitous I mean that in the 20-something age group you can expect to spend most of your time attending weddings. But we haven't even caught the brunt of it. I called up a friend and advised her of our own upcoming ceremony, and she told me that would be her 6th or 7th scheduled wedding for the year! And this was in January, mind you.
But we may also soon be seeing our first divorce. Amazing how fast things change. Once I thought homework was a pain, and now there is the career ladder and bills and savings and your parents being very truthful about their own struggles, and suddenly you find you have no time to be frivolous, and must make time to try and rediscover how to be childlike in your endeavors. But I am glad for the reality of it all; why create your own drama where there is plenty enough to go around? It has a grounding effect.
But I digress. Onward—I wrote that we discovered our furnace, miraculous! Which has allowed us to sleep comfortably in our tiny home in a field. I wonder what our real home with real heat and comparatively gargantuan floorspace must think? That we no longer take it for granted! Or our jobs, for that matter. So many things have gone incredibly right in the last week that Deb and I have cautiously commented, "Are we going to stay in Richmond?" But I really don't think that we will. We both wonder if we are two of the world's stupidest people for giving up our good fortune. But we are driven, much like we are in our jobs, to pursue this ambition. Gen Y? I always wonder. Are there others out there like us? Is it a generation thing? Or are some just born nomadic?
I digress again. I meant to say that we have discovered several routes out to Ashland and to the field where we have parked our Airstream, and along those routes we have discovered a Thai restaurant where we pick up our Airstream dinner (since we blew out Charles's circuits and have not since used our microwave). We also tote a laptop and whatever variety of Netflix that we have on-hand, and there is always beer or wine since for us it is still a celebratory affair. The dogs jump up on the bed and we all watch a movie until we fall asleep at 8:30. Well! That is what happens, isn't it? It's the countyside, for goodness sake, in the dead of winter! Darkness and silence will screw up your since of time, I'll tell you what!
One night, I had a heck of a time sleeping, because I swore that I heard a mouse. It was just scratching and gnawing away, and I tried to sleep through the racket, but I could only image damage to floorboards, upholstery and carefully winterized plumbing pipes. So I sat up straight in bed, in the dead of (10 o'clock at) night, and cocked my head to catch the direction of sound. Gasp! It was directly overhead! It must have been on the roof, and it happened to be bumping against the lid of the open vent/skylight thingamabob! I peered dangerously at the vent, waiting for a glimpse of the noisy creature. I don't know what my (half-asleep) plan was at the time, but it probably involved bolting noisely out the door and superhumanly onto the roof to scare the vermin away. That would have worked, surely. Anyway, I stared and stared and stared in vain and then realized that it...wasn't that some creature was moving the vent lid, but that the movement of the vent lid itself was causing the noise... yes... it was the WIND blowing at the vent lid, causing it to squeak/imitate scratching and gnawing noises on it's hinges. Oh! Fortheloveof... I hope it did not take me as long as I think it took me to figure that out, in the dead of (10 o'clock at ) night. But case closed, no mice, the Airstream is safe.
Tiny dramas...
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