Silver Tears Woody Camper Coolest Camper Ever? Yes!

Via the Trout Underground comes a link to the coolest little camper we’ve seen in a while. Although its not too big the Silver Tears Woody camper may be the coolest camper ever. It fits right into our little niche of a beautiful yet ultimately very functional work of art. We love it! Quote from the Silver Tears website below.

… an American Classic

The teardrop camper. An instant classic when it first hit the American highway in the 40s. Often handbuilt in neighborhood garages from surplus war materials, the teardrop was a personal statement.

Silver Tears Campers expands the personal statement into a road epic. Unencumbered, you’ll travel light, but smart, with everything you need, and nothing you don’t. Pull it with your Mini, if you like. Maneuver it deftly through the woods to the creek bank. Fry trout in the open-air kitchen. Rub your hands across the figured maple countertop. Read that novel in the light of the kerosene lantern. Fall asleep to the sound of rain on the aluminum roof. Dream of tomorrow’s adventures. Get up and go.

An overly melodramatic article about Mike Clark

Mike Clark in front of his shop.

If you’ve read enough Gierach then you know about Mike Clark and South Creek Ltd. I’m sure Gierach’s portrayal is a bit skewed for literary purposes but nevertheless I’ve always pictured a grumpy quiet salty dog who hates nymphing and anything heavier than a 4wt, or maybe was that was A.K. Best I’m thinking of? I can’t remember. At any rate, If you want to learn a little bit more about Mike Clark and South Creek Ltd. there is a pretty good story about him at the boulderreporter.com. You will have to stomach a little melodrama thrown in for good measure. My favorite quote from the article is below.

…Mike Clark came from out the tumult of the Sixties where rescuing the all but lost crafts of an older and simpler time could be a thumb in the eye of the managers of a sickening war and all the social ills and resentments that for so long had been accumulating on the late-American experience. I believe that we cannot otherwise understand the amazing renaissance of fine crafts that we find everywhere today.

Mike seems almost as much a curator of a collection of valuable angling artifacts and memorabilia as he does a builder and merchant of rods. Yes, it’s like a tiny museum, a stepping out of time, out of the hurly-burly of contemporary fly fishing mania into a place where the great tradition as once we knew it is quietly nourished and protected, even insisted upon. And yet, Mike remains something of a mystery to me, something deeply private about him. I leave his studio wishing I had spoken better and asked better questions. I leave uneasy, wondering what he must be thinking of me. In his retiring way, Mike is running the show.