A few days ago, I wrote about the fear of a bat en-rabie-ing my cat, then the frustration of delayed parts, then the discovery of my cats severe blood sugar. Pretend for a moment I don't sound like a rabid cat lady and marvel how all the elements fell into place, like a tedious novel about a cat lady.
But these are the kinds of road-moments you should embrace when embarking on such a journey. Only in the most popular destinations on holiday weekends do I make reservations, and I usually resent those.
Last night, I wanted to spend the night in Benton Harbor, but I just couldn't bring myself to. I spent a good part of the day at Dan Piper's Vintage Camper outfit in Peru Indiana. (That's a wonderful story by itself. Let me say that Dan is an enthusiastic, kind, and dedicated person who helped me with my dumb wheel problem for HOURS because he didn't want to send me off unless he knew I was safe, and only charged me for parts. I bought a box full of things and I highly recommend and trust his work and judgement, especially now. If the trailer bug hits you, you might check out his inventory. Ok, commercial break is over.)
I spent last night in Michigan City, an adorable beach town with a lovely arty downtown and a Farmer's Market this morning. It turned out to be much colder than I was hoping for, and all the pretty quilts in my trailer were no match for the down comforter I used to use (folded up nicely at home). I thought the space was more important over the next 2 months than a few cold nights. Not to mention I keep dreaming of Florida and the down blanket just looked silly there.
Enter serendipity, as I woke up freakishly early (for me--6 am local time) and hit the farmers market via bike, then Highway 12 around the lake, I was greeted by Estate Sales and Yard Sales everywhere! At the first one, a vintage Florida and flamingo table cloth repurposed with a vintage chenille bedspread into a heavy, warm quilt.
I'll be sleeping warm tonight. No made-in-china generic blanket for me, thank you very much.
When I arrived in Benton Harbor, I sought out Cayo, the company that still has links to Avion and specializes in serving them. All well and good, but thru apparently also restore cars, and a huge vintage car rally had them distracted. I was glad I spent more time instead at Bob's Hobby Shop, an authentic hobby shop, plucked out of time. All the decor was focused on the 1933 Chicago World Fair, and even the music was of that era. Bob was a sweet man, who had written a book about his vintage adventures.
I don't know if people still work on the trains or build and paint these models. The kits looked just as timeless or at least, of another time, all Made in the USA.
I bought a tiny convertible car pulling a vintage trailer. Alice needed a toy, right?
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