Rookie Mistake: I didn’t purchase my first vintage trailer in a downpour.
For those of us who live with near constant liquid sunshine of the Pacific Northwest - it’s an absolute must. How else are you supposed to call the seller’s bluff of for those famous last words, “no leaks.”
Hours after we purchased this yet-to-be-named 1968 Aladdin Trailer the deluge of the season hit. Of course, that was BEFORE we had a chance to buy a waterproof cover. The next morning we saw the damage had been done. Water… trickling in from both large, long windows, soaking the wood paneling and upholstery.
Starting with the back window, the source of the leak became quite evident with a tap on the “glass.” Rookie mistake number two: the sellers replaced a broken window with plexiglass and I didn’t catch it because I was too starstruck by the original turquoise store and matching ice box. The plastic pane wasn’t even sealed with any caulk. No wonder it leaks! Too bad I didn’t catch that BEFORE I took out the...
If you need to reach me sometime in the near future - check my driveway. Nevermind the big house. SWOON! I'm in love with my tiny playhouse of a travel trailer. I've barely left her INside in three days.
I'm still in the process of getting to know this little gem The title says she's a 1968 Aladdin. It's a travel trailer company that used to operate out of Hillsboro, Oregon. Seeing as I lived there and loved my seven years, that makes me even more head-over-heels in love!
The search for my soul mate didn't take as long as I had anticipated: one week of craigslist stalking, one weekend of trailer hunting, and another week of coordinating schedules for a final look-see. As predicted, you know when you know when you know when you know.
She's the perfect size in so many ways. While a bit more pricey than I had hoped, what I spent in trailer, I saved in new truck and monthly storage.
Willing to put in the hard work to build a beautiful relationship.
Although I’m not exactly certain what the special someone will look like, I do know it’s not about what’s on the outside, but her inside that will whisper to my heart.
When I see her - I’ll know in an instant she’s the one:
My very own vintage travel trailer.
After years of oogling, googling and drooling, I’ve decided it’s time to finally stop talking about it and get one of my own. I’m a grown-up woman with a paycheck, for goodness sake! But, I’m not just in search of a classic caravan. I want one with good bones that I can rehab and fix up. I want a camper that I can turn into a glamper! (Even though I kinda-sorta hate that term - it just works for this.)
Maybe it’s my mid-life crisis hitting a little early. I’m turning 40 this summer. It’s not like I have idle time to waste. You know, working full-time as a television journalist and...