Friday afternoon my friend Carla and I trekked out to middle Michigan to fetch our “new” vintage camper, a ’68 Shasta LoFlyte. I purchased it from a couple who had posted it for sale on the Tin Can Tourists classifieds. Arlene and I hit it off right away. I’m sure we’ll stay in touch. Lester, her husband, has a fleet of rare campers that he’s working is way through, restoring them to their glorious original state.
We got the camper hitched up to my Subaru and started off to Warren Dunes State Park in Michigan. While en route a heavy thunderstorm kicked up, but the camper pulled along just fine. The rain stopped just long enough for us to pull into a spot and get all the bedding and supplies into the camper, then it really started coming down. It sounded like someone was throwing pebbles onto the camper in concert with a few startling thunderclaps. Thankfully it lightened to a drizzle by the time we were ready to go to sleep.
The camper comes with a pretty large propane heater, but this little guy warmed the space up to a very comfortable 70 degrees within a couple of minutes, so I’m contemplating just pulling the old one out and replacing it with something that makes better use of that space.
After scattering enough personal stuff around to make the space feel comfortable (just laying linens out on the beds made it feel more friendly) we treated ourselves to a couple pitchers of lemon drops while Carla’s dog Ollie stood guard against bears and squirrels.
The next morning we woke up to the most gorgeous day we’ve seen in this region for many months. Easily 65 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, a light breeze, and so many bird songs that it was hard to pick out who belonged to which tune. We enjoyed French press chicory coffee and let Ollie chase away more of those bloodthirsty squirrels who kept trying to attack our camp.
We took our ride home nice and easy, sticking mainly to the Red Arrow Highway. Most of our favorite stops were still closed for the season, but I’m looking forward to cruising up and down the harbor country in the “Bluebird Tweet Retreat” all summer long.