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- Flying Cloud is the model name of our 1963 Airstream... now at large (but often just parked) in the 38th state.
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- Our Flying Cloud was built in Santa Fe Springs, California around 1962. Airstream manufactured the Flying Cloud model from 1950-1963, so this one was the end of the line.
- It was originally registered as #11229 in the Wally Byam Caravan Club International, or so we have heard.
- We took over this blog along with the trailer from the previous owners. We are the Flying Cloud's fifth owners.
- An ad for a 1958 Flying Cloud.
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solo
I am (or was) home from Texas for a quick stopover before embarking this morning on my first solo Flying Cloud trip. Destination: Sun Valley, Idaho. So far everything has gone off without a hitch (pun intended). I don't know what everyone (me included) was so worried about! :)
I am camped tonight in middle-of-nowhere, Wyoming, which I like very much. The drive was rather enjoyable, but then I always enjoy road trips. I checked out Steamboat Springs on the way here - I had never been there before and several people lately have suggested it, including my dental hygienist just last week. My mom mentioned that maybe we would like it better in the winter during ski season, to which I responded it was way too far away for skiing. (It's over four hours from home.) To which she replied, "I know people from Iowa who drive to Steamboat to ski." I guess it's official, we are jaded.
Once north of Craig, Colorado, I finally met up with what I call the *open road.* As in, not a car in the rear view mirror as far as the eye can see. I love drives like that, the more desolate the better. Actually I should call it austere, that sounds nicer. I try to avoid the Interstate whenever possible, but that doesn't always mean avoiding congestion. But this time it did.
Sadly, I am still without my Wyoming atlas. I am holding out hope that maybe it will be out by the time I come back through here on the way home.
L-R: I stopped for lunch under this old gas sign that I think predated Interstate 80. Not really, but it is old. || Baggs (population 348) on the Wyoming border has its own "port of entry."
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