We were in Kansas City in 107 degree weather, cooling off before we went to a Bob Dylan Concert at the Starlight Theatre. We turned the corner and I heard Jane yell. I thought it was an oncoming 16 wheeler. Actually it was a beautiful Avion camper resting quietly on the back of a defunct truck. At the corner of 38th St and W Bell Ave.
I took a few photos and noticed there there were a LOT of old, "anteeky", looking stuff around. So, I suppose the owner is about the retro nature of the camper. I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Barn find. Looks good.
So, it looks like we're having the First World Wide Avionista gathering in Lake City, Florida, Halloween Week-End 2016.
Our hosts are David (Rastaman) and Susan at their country place in north central Florida. We stayed with them last January and had a blast. Lake City is near the Okeefenokee Swamp and a good jumping off place for the beaches on either the East or West Coast of Florida.
David and Susan's place has limited space, so we have to know who's coming (please PM me). Its first and foremost for Avion owners, but we plan to have a few of our other TC friends.
I've never run across a property quite like they have created out of a modest farmhouse in North Florida. It has decks, fireplaces, kitchens, chairs and tables all outside, but protected from a downpour. All built by hand by David. It also has an enormous firepit and shops where he works on motorcycles and other machines.
We'll probably cook Jamaican Jerk, seafood and other delicacies from the Island... Red Stripe beer and Appleton Rum. Music by the Wailers as well as country western. David says there is a roadhouse just up the highway that will surely be open on Halloween night. You have to dress up like an Avionista.
Here are David and Susan on the deck. Jane and I are guest hosts.
Guys go read the book the Martian about the Solar Panels, or the Clift notes version in the movie
I'm not familiar with the Martian and the solar panels, nor the movie. Can you spell it out a bit more?
How are you doing in finding an Avion TC?
Hi Silver and Rasta. Don't forget we're planning a get together some time this Fall. Maybe Florida. Rasta? Jerk Chicken, Red Stripe and The Wailers?
In the meantime, our daughter Dawn is sitting on top of Muley Point. She's on her way to to Moab from Prescott. She says that its warm and breezy.
The climb up the Moki Dugway was spectacular.
Her truck camping rig is the ultimate back country TACO and 4WheelCamper with a view of Monument Valley.
I have a permanent mount on the roof, with a bar going East-West. Of course it has to be strong enough of a mounting to not risk coming off while driving on the freeway. As it happens, it was so strong that it withstood my accident last Fall when I hit a parking garage roof. In fact, the amount of damage both to the mounts and to the roof of the Avion was surprisingly light, though expensive to fix.
If you want to take them off, then you're right. Have to find a place to tuck them for transport.
Muley Point or Bust!
Actually our daughter will be there this week. She is a sensible person who bought a crew cab Toyota 4WD and mounted a 4Wheel camper on the back. There is no place that puppy won't go - and get back.
I placed my solar panels on the roof and that has worked well for me, except for my mishap last year that tore them off. All's well that ends well - they're pumping electricity to my NovaKool Fridge as I write.
Cajun, did you need the wiring diagram? I have it if you need it.
David, you are a real craftsman. I remember when you all talked about the color scheme and I see that it works! I'm glad to see the progress on your Avion since we visited in January.
So now I'm wondering how we get a meet up at your place this Winter? My idea is that we meet at your farm (I'll release the photo of the amazing house when you want) and then travel on down to the most beautiful coastal park in Florida, Desoto State Park, where you are directly on the beach. You have to get reservations 6 months in advance. Its just south of St. Pete. Maybe we can secure a bunch of spaces.
At any rate, you know that Jane and I will be visiting. Happy camping.
The rocks at Little Creek were covered with a thin film of water. They were in shade, but they were open to the northern sky which was a rich blue. The effect of the film of water on the nearly black rock was to create a mirror.
My memory is not what it used to be. I attribute that to the fact that my brain was totally packed with information about film/developer/exposure. They say it takes 10,000 hours to master a craft - I probably put in 50,000 hours.
So here is some information from the photographic past.
An incandescent bulb "burns" at 3200 degrees kelvin temperature (Red-Yellow). Sun light on an object is about 8,000 degrees kelvin. The degrees are based on a carbon body heated to that temperature. So, the color goes from infrared low (cherry red) to very high (steel blue) to pure white (ultra violet). The north side of an object, in shadow, will average around 20,000 degrees kelvin. Very blue.
Ultraviolet and infrared are invisible to our eyes and must be captured by special cameras (filters). But they're all there. We deal with the visible spectrum.
The rocks were in a 20,000 degree kelvin exposure from the open sky while in shadow from the direct sun. The reflection in the mirror surface of the water was probably around 12,000 degrees. Add all of that up, along with the reflectivity of the water and you get a Cerulean blue. Azure. Sky Blue.
Now, that is the film photographic explanation. But we live in a world of algorithms so I really don't know what went on with the camera. When I processed the image I increased the Gamma to balance the colors, but otherwise it is what it is.
Thanks Phyliss for letting me know it was WVBassmistress who engineered those M&Ms. And it was a pleasure to meet everyone at the rally. Whazoo, the perfect thing would be for you and Mrs. Whazoo to have joined us. We'll be headed out West at some point for the first annual Avion camper rally at Muley Point. You're invited there. I plan to have timed quarter mile truck camper drag races and the fastest climb up the Moki Dugway.
So, my truck camping friend John Patterson (Exhaustipated) wrote to say that Jane and I should travel to the South East Truck Camper Rally this year. We had intended to head for Kenner, Texas, but John convinced me this would be different.
John was right.
Before I get this report jerked out of here, Reddog, I am not going to write about the rally as such. Going My Way (Phyliss) the co-host of the rally along with Eric (Kohldad) will be writing the details in the Rally thread. I am trying to stay within the Forum rules. Trust me. Besides, it involves a Suzuki Samurai.
So, as I was saying, we were driving along I 24 on the way to the rally and I said to Jane, "seems like the truck is pulling a bit to the left". Jane said to me, "maybe there is wind". We're always worrying about the truck pulling this way and that. It's probably the wind. We forgot about it.
Then a fellow pulled in front of me and I hit the brakes. I heard a crash in the back. We pulled over. My flat towed Suzuki had lost a pin in the right-side attachment to the tow bar....and as long as I went straight down the highway there was no problem. But, when I hit the brakes the whole towbar collapsed smashing the Sammy into the back of my 1967 Avion.
My first problem was physically separating the towbar, the tow ball, and the truck. Everything was bent together. I took out a hammer, a big screwdriver and channel locks and went to work. I had semis passing within a few feet as I laid under the wreckage beating and plying. Finally, like a miracle, it all came apart. I checked the Sammy and it started fine. I saw the dents in the hood and grill and I couldn't open the hood. My Avion didn't suffer any damage that I could see. But, then, it has lots of "character' from all the years on the road.
We were faced with a challenge: (1) drive on to the rally for 4 hours separately in the truck and Sammy. (2)Turn around and go home. (3) Try to get it fixed.
We were passing near Ft Campbell and Clarksville, Tn. I said to Jane, lets take a look and see if I can get a welding shop to fix the tow bar...if its fixable. I drove into a Goodyear shop for truckers. I told these two big guys the story. They nodded and said, "we have a real big hammer".
This is the honest to God truth. Those guys beat that towbar, stretched that towbar and straightened that towbar. They used the hammer, their legs and feet, and whipped that thing into total submission. It was in better shape after they finished than it had been before the accident.
So, I tried to pay them. "No, indeed, we're paid plenty here. We're glad to help." Of course, I later learned, they were vets of the 101st Airbourne at Ft.Campbell.
But there is more to this. We got back in our truck and headed on to the Smoky Bear Campground near Gatlinburg where the South East Truck Camper rally was happening. We disconnected the Sammy at the campground and discovered that the headlights wouldn't go off because of a short. The hood wouldn't open or fasten correctly. It was a mess. Several of the campers came over to look at my Sammy including Eric Kohl (Kohldad).
We met everyone and went to bed. It had been a very hard day.
The next morning Eric stopped by. He leaned over and studied the hood and grill. He went away and brought back two small come-a-longs. Hooked them up between my Ford truck and the grill of the Sammy, and very carefully began to apply pressure. The Sammy's grill moved slightly. He shifted the pressure to here, then to there. Folks it was like watching an artist. When he finished the hood shut perfectly and the damage was totally minimized.
Nope, Eric didn't want anything for his work either.
The next day we went to The Smoky Mountain National Park and Cade's Cove in our Suzuki. It was a beautiful warm day. The trees, grass and foliage proved that there were more shades of green than words to describe them.
We went along Little Creek and marveled at the mosses and wildflowers that were watered by springs tumbling down the mountains.
Photographers were dotted all along the creek
But, to be honest, there were too many cars passing on this beautiful day. So, we took the Suzuki up and over the mountain on an unimproved road. That's why we pull that car - and because of the guys in Tennesse and Kohldad - we found this quiet trail. Flowers were everywhere.
Celedon poppies and bluebells
We got so wrapped up in the wildflowers that I almost called Brian Appleby for a consult.
OK, Reddog, this is the rally part.
We got back and they were having the pot luck dinner. Phyliss had thought to get custom M&Ms made. Who knew that you could do that?
And we posed for the rally photo. Actually, I shot the picture, so I'm not in it. But Jane is up there near the top of the slide.
If it were not for John Patterson (Exhaustipated), our truck camping friend, we wouldn't have known about the rally. If it weren't for Phyliss and Eric we wouldn't have had a rally. If it weren't for the fellows from the 101st Airbourne we wouldn't have made it. And if it weren't for Eric (Kohldad) we wouldn't have seen the wildflowers.
Our truck camping community is full of skilled, friendly people who help each other. In fact America is truly blessed to have such a culture of giving and helping. Thanks to you all.