Welcome to our 1964 "Overlander" airstream. Our adventure with loving airstream living began two summers ago when Andy (who always wanted to own an airstream) found a 1964 "
Overlander" in a local classified section of the
Want Advertiser. We drove over an hour on a hot August afternoon to find her nestled
among large trees, covered with grime and thick black dirt. After a quick tour inside and being a bit overwhelmed with the stale odor, the black mold, along with every cabinet and closet painted orange, it took little time to make our decision."She's a beauty," Andy said, and two weeks later we rolled her home behind Andy's Ford truck to the side driveway. We immediately began washing her dirty aluminum frame and making the to-do list of repairs and redesign.Our objection: to keep her interior as orginal as possible, which first consisted of Andy stripping all the cabinets of bright orange paint and leaving me with the cleaning and ultimately the decorating.The best part of owning an airstream.
We search all over the country for airstreams. We looked in classified sections of newspapers wherever we traveled, and found an occassional airstream hidden away among trees, or on a hillside while we scoped the landscape dreaming of the perfect one. We saw three airstreams on Orocoke Island that were really cool but were occupied by local residents.We visited trailer lots and found one we loved in North Carolina, but it was not vintage enough for us, to shiny and to new but really beautiful inside. Once in Montanna, we saw a caravan of airstreams which made us more anxious about owning one. And then we found her!We feel so fortunate to have her, like a child we gently care for her, talk about her all the time and invite people to visit her. Our only problem, we have not named her and although I keep coming up with numerous names, I think Andy has settled on "The Silver Biscuit."
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