Vintage Camper Museum Road Trip

I can't believe it's already been two weeks since we took our little road trip.

Look at all that snow.

Today out my window is gloomy, but greener.

We got up and just decided to head out.

I've been wanting to go to this Vintage Camper Museum in Elkhart, IN for quite some time.

It was about a two hour drive.

Gosh, it was a pretty drive.

Even with all the snow we've had this winter, it still stops me in my tracks, so beautiful.

'Thar she blows...the RV Hall of Fame

I started getting really excited at this point.

I adore old campers.

I look for them all the time abandoned in fields.

I dream of ways to fix them up.

Just knowing what was in that building could bring on an anxiety attack.

I'm high strung, what can I say?

I get that way at flea markets, farm stands, garden centers and garage sales.

It's too exciting.

My central nervous system can't handle it.

Breathe Jayme, breathe.

Once inside the museum, a very friendly and knowledgeable volunteer took our admission fee, and began to tell us about the layout of the museum.

Blah, blah, blah...that's all I heard.

I could smell the campers.

Let me go, for the love of God.

In the lobby, there were display cases with camping memorabilia, posters, toys etc.

I need this.

Need, not want.

I need it as much as I need air.

Thank the Lord for eBay.

Glenco decided we'd start with the brand spanking new 2010 campers, just to ease into the whole experience.

They had a nice assortment of pop ups and all the different class campers.

They smelled good too.

The good new smell.

I tend to like the good old smell much better.

I almost had an anxiety attack in this one.

Not in a good way.

I kept thinking of this thing actually rolling down the road with me in it.

I swear, right now, my chest is tightening just looking at this picture.

It's so massive.

To me, it's a rolling death trap.

How can you control such a beast!?

I really, really, really, like camping.

I love going and seeing the countryside, exploring.

I love the food.

I love camping gadgets.

I love the nights at the campgrounds.

I usually only camp at State Parks, and I haven't been disappointed yet.

Although, The Great Mosquito Attack at the Tippecanoe River State Park was rather unpleasant.

Ok...it begins.

We are in the old section.

Let me just preface this by saying, this museum did a great job.

I worried at times it would be worth the drive.

It was so worth the drive.

They actually had bird sounds piped in.

The campers were in order by age.

1913 was the oldest one!

The pictures I'm posting are just a small portion of what we saw.

Adult diapers would have come in really handy.

I'm much too old and high strung for this kind of fun.

I started out running around like a kid with ADHD.

It took me a minute to compose myself and look at them in order.

Love this one.

That color green with the silver...love it!

Oh dear Lord. Just when I thought this was a mannequin free museum, I turn a corner, and I see this.

If you aren't familiar with my mannequin phobia, read this.

An entire blog post could be written about the picture below alone.

I'm not going there.

Suffice it to say, I've named these people, and I have made up a story about them.

It's a tragic love story.

When I see this picture, I hear "ok, all you need to do to get to the campgrounds is make a left on State Road 42, it'll be on your left hand side. Look for the giant carved bear at the entrance"

The eerie thing is, he's not holding a cell phone...so what the heck IS he doing!?

I hope you enjoyed our little trip to the RV Hall of Fame.

If you are in North or Central Indiana, and like this kind of thing, it's really worth the trip.

They have NO food in this museum at all. It takes a good four hours to see it. So, plan accordingly. The museum isn't too far from the town of Shipshewana, IN, which has a large Amish population, and an even larger population of shops and restaurants.

If'n you're a new reader, and you want to see my little vintage camper, affectionately called 'The Happy Squirrel', take a look at this.