My Journey of Discovery With Auriel Lady Falcon

My 1959 Airstream 20' Falcon

well I sure am coming into a new phase of my life; slowly over these 6 years Auriel has wiled her way into my heart...with all our difficulties and challenges; it would seem that I'm becoming one of those "afficianado" people! Doggone it! I love these vintage campers!  Just look at that leveler, set right on her skin, for getting her set up good and neat.

I guess the first one who put the "wanderlust" into my consciousness was my Uncle Stanley.  He traveled with a Carnival after serving in the Navy in WWII, and he brought back a wonderful dog with him, named "Texas," who walked on her hind legs and did other tricks.  She had several litters of puppies and would dig a hole into a hill of dirt in the empty lot beside Nana's house and my Aunt Irene would let me see them but not touch.  My whole family understood animals, and told me how the mother dog would hide the puppies again if we bothered them...several times she did, too.  Well, my original point was that Uncle Stan collected some pretty deep writings during his travels...this one's really special and belongs here with the Hearts of those who love to be on the road!


Whether you're snug in a Pullman chair, with trouble swept off the deck, 

Or understrung 'neath a car of sheep, with the cinders rasping your neck,

Or maybe twirling the brake-wheels or you're splitting the whistling air,

Yours is the bliss of motion, boy; for you're going somewhere.

Maybe your hand is holding tight on the neck of the Johnson Bar,

Or you shovel the hog to glory with a whiz like a rocketing star,

Or the brakie has flung you kiting--and you're rolling the bank for fair;

Yours is the zest of living, boy; for you're on your way somewhere.

Upward we climb a-striving toward a beckoning, mocking glow;

Downward we shoot to valleys dim that we left long years ago;

And all of the scheme is motion, boy; so what do you rick or care?

For yours is the joy of living, Yes, and the living leads somewhere.


Wally Byam's Creed

"In the heart of these words is an entire life's dream. To those of you who find in the promise of these words your promise, I bequeath this dream belongs to you."

To place the great wide world at your doorstep for you who yearn to travel with all the comforts of home.

To provide a more satisfying, meaningful way of travel that offers complete travel independence, wherever and whenever you choose to go or stay.

To keep alive and make real an enduring promise of high adventure and faraway lands... of rediscovering old places and new interests.

To open a whole world of new experiences... a new dimension in enjoyment where travel adventure and good fellowship are your constant companions.

To encourage clubs and rallies that provide an endless source of friendships, travel fun and personal expressions.

To lead caravans wherever the four winds blow... over twinkling boulevards, across trackless deserts... to the traveled and untraveled corners of the earth.

To play some part in promoting international goodwill and understanding among the peoples of the world through person-to-person contact.

To refine and perfect our product by continuous travel-testing over the highways and byways of the world.

To strive endlessly to stir the venturesome spirit that moves you to follow a rainbow to its end... and thus make your travel dreams come true.

- Wally Byam

My Girl Auriel Lady Falcon and Tree Friend

I guess I've been around Car Buffs (were/are they called that because they constantly buff their car?) all my life; in the 1940's and 1950's it was common to see guys sprawled under and over cars, debating over how to fix them, or just watching "The Doctor" (ours is John, who had the 'nerve' to retire) wield his tools through instinct and accrued knowledge.  When our Dr. John retired to whatever he does now, a little Club was disbanded, and I felt sad.  I know those guys did.

I was never one of those girls who got a thrill out of cars or the process, but I had admiration and respect for the expertise my Dad and other guys performed miracles with...turning the whining of a motor into purring...a dead battery into a sparking motivator for cruising and races...and guys playing "chicken" against each other!

I didn't dream of having a particular car...though one or another might look good to me.  But meeting a man named Jeff in a campground in California was to change something in me...I saw his little Airstream, with a wide open space in the front of it...and was smitten.  Being a person who likes to sit on the floor, practice yoga and t'ai chi, I decided then and there I wanted the same...and I found her!  I drove to Bastrop, Texas, to pick up my sweet Auriel Lady Falcon...and life hasn't been the same since!!  Now I know how it feels to love a big ole hunk of metal, gears, wheels and .. gas tanks!  I love my car, Whinniphred, because she takes me everywhere...and she pulls Auriel.  They both have Angels on their Bumpers, and that's a bit of all right with me!


Camping With Lala


This is what's known as a "canned ham"

But THIS is the ultimate Canned Ham!!!  This hand-built model, built c.1948 in Florida and still residing there, was bequeathed to the current owner by his Dad.  It was amazing to see, and talk about.  I got the "5 cent Tour!!"  The owner said this little gem is likely going up for sale, as he and his wife need more room.

I'm finding lots of info and trailers for sale at

Wally Byam's original Airstream Forum...I just became a member.  Now if I can figure out how to use it, I'll have a wonderful Airstream info resource!!

I like the sound of the work Todd does at Vinstream, and I'm seriously considering bringing Auriel to him for refurbishing.  He's got his eye on the 'green' as in non-toxic materials.

Well my jury's not out on this one...I listened to one webcast and all I heard was a bunch of info.  I'll try again.

Fletcher's Vintage Airstream in the Finger Lakes of NYS

Tin Can Tourists Fletch and his wife are N.E. Reps

The 1920s were a very exciting time in Florida. Automobiles were moving rapidly off the assembly lines, regular folks were able to afford them, and Florida was beckoning with sunshine and the promise of an easy life and good times. Gainesville's businessmen welcomed those regular folks by providing facilities for camping in their cars-not as comfortable as today's campers, but certainly the same idea. People would rig their cars up with folding side tents or convert trucks with sleeping arrangements in the truckbed. There was a national club, called “Tin Can Tourists,” which was organized in 1919 at DeSoto Park in Tampa; members were recognized by a tin can soldered to the radiator cap of a member's (W1:  I copied this from their website...what a spectacular bit of history!)

White's RV repair and sales in Schenectady, NY

Young Mr. White filed, and refitted, and did it again till he fashioned a trusty lock for my rear bay where I store my electrical cords, water hoses and sewer connection.  I was impressed and grateful!  He gave the faith that REAL mechanics are still out there!  I'm a really satisfied customer!  I told him it was like watching my own family men when they hone a part they need but can't buy ready-made!


This is pretty darn cool...Blue Beret

a monthly Bulletin from Wally Byam Caravan Club International Inc

1950;s Fashions...and all years

I just almost bought a 1963 Avion...I fell in love all over again, but it's too limited in space for me...I keep trying to think of someone who would want this gorgeous little home on wheels!  Here's a guy who's documenting everything about Avion.

There's some serious talent in my own family, and I've finally joined them in having heart for metal on wheels!!


Well...Auriel is resting now; she'll get more TLC as I can afford it.  I love the ole girl.

For now, Mother Bear has taken me in...she's a modern Craft; with modern shortcuts, no doubt...but she's got my back and making me comfortable for now.  She's quite elegant with all her perks and ambiance.



She can't hope to have the charm of an Airstream, but she's pretty Crisp, if you ask me.  Still, my neighbor's Airstream kept the longing in my heart fresh...

(looking for these pictures to replace them...gremlins?)

update Labor Day, September 6, 2010

Georgia, USA

...and whaddaya think?  I camped beside an Airstream in the mountains of Virginia...and an astounding, hand-built Canned Ham, 1940s or '50's, parked next to me in Fanny's store parking lot.  I was given a "5 cent Tour," cause that's how big it's owners are considering an Airstream with more room.  The owner allowed me to take a few pictures with my phone...but alas; where did they go??  I was so anxious to show that picture!

I surely do miss Arizona...It is dry there, unless something drastically changed.  I tried to beat the storm in the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia...but the Angels On My Bumper had a different Agenda.  I had, after all, Asked them to take me where I need be.  Here I am and I learned a lot!  Every once in awhile the Lessons coalesce into a broader one.  Kinda like Yeast, spreading above and about.  So many people have a word or more, and point out so many things.  Then, like a hand clapping, the impact of each one builds to a Strike!!..and I see Myself.  I SEE Myself.  Then, upon seeing other Campers setting up, doodling around...repairing, cleaning...walking; I suddenly See Myself in those faces and bodies.  They are me, and I...Am Another You...and Them.

I've learned lots from different people I talk to, and lots by doing:

This weekend I participate in a West Virginia Man's Workshop in Virginia.  How exciting is that?  I have wanted to meet Raymon Grace for a long time.

Tomorrow, I'll have a Therapeutic Massage from a surgical Nurse!  Yikes!  Apparently she is Knowledgeable and a Compassionate Guide for the Psyche, as so many Nurses are.