Actually, it was Wyoming and not all that far. Out west, drive time is always measured in hours. I found our 1963 Airstream TradeWind via Craigslist on Monday (today is Saturday). I was lucky to be the first person to respond and see it because there were many folks lined up behind me. On Tuesday we found it in a farm field in Wyoming and agreed on the purchase price of $2,500. I'm told it was a steal. That bull seemed unhappy to part with it at least.
Yet, it's not in the greatest shape. The floors are rotted and since it has been parked in a field for a year, mice have left their mark. I'm certain the inner walls will need to be removed and the insulation redone. It's rough.
The previous owner had big plans for it and started the process of gutting it, but plans change and her next adventure with a tiny house is very exciting. So my start with this Airstream begins with all of the furniture removed and an empty inner shell. Lots of the hard work was already done by the last owner. I hope she reads and enjoys this blog.
The previous owner's work:
I'm not an Airstream Jedi, yet. Airstream Jedi would have sounded presumptuous, like I know what I'm doing. That couldn't be further from the truth. Padawan is a title I can hope to live up to.
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My friend Mike is building an airplane. Check it out.