Next: September 1 to 4 - Chicago
The 200 odd miles that we had traveled South, combined with an upturn in
humidity and temperature, had made some pretty hot days for us.
True to its name, Indian Lake Campground had a nice large lake, at a pleasant
swimming temperature. After we arrived and got set up, we walked down to
it, where Jordan and I enjoyed a swim.

We had originally planned on staying only a night or two at Indian Lake, but
this was the last of the horribly crowded big summer weekends -- Labor
Day. We tried unsuccessfully to get reservations further West, to no
avail, so we hunkered down here for a few days. The primary reason for our
being in this neck of the woods was to take a tour of the Airstream factory in
nearby Jackson Center.
We took the tour the day after our arrival, on a rainy warm day. No
pictures of the factory interior were allowed, but the tour was really
interesting. Our guide had worked in the factory for 20 years, and well
knew every aspect of trailer and motor home production. On Fridays, most
employees went home at 10:30 AM, so the factory was nearly empty. This
worked to our advantage in that we were able to walk the entire assembly line,
peek into in-process parts, etc. The factory was cavernous, and we walked
most of it. Towards the end of the tour, we walked through a completed
top-of-the-line $250,000 motor home. Jordan loved it, and asked why we
weren't traveling in something like this? It was beautiful, although a bit
'busy'. Lots of tile, glass, brass and solid wood was used.
Outside were several antique trailers that we were allowed to photograph.


And this was one of the trailers used by the founder of the company, Wally
Byam. Once this may have been a golden color; it was currently a sort of
yellow-brown, as you can see. Not much different from our trailer, though.

Aside from the Airstream tour, mostly we hung out, played cards, did laundry
and the like. In the evenings we watched movies -- another 4 or so, 2 per
night.
We befriended a lonely looking older gentleman camping by himself 2 sites
down, and invited him to dinner. He declined, as he expected that some of
his 13 grandchildren (most in their 20s and 30s) would be by, bringing
food. Sure enough, later that day he had a more than full house, and
looked happy as a clam.
Once the Labor Day rush was over, we would have most campgrounds to
ourselves, which we were looking forward to.
September 1 to 4 - Chicago