This weekend we get to sneak in one more trip before the weather sours - it's the beauty of having a nice little trailer vs. a tent.
Here's Michael setting up the tent we used to have, on our way to Las Vegas in 2010 at the end of September. The tent was all fine and good, and in fact now has a happy home with @kelpmaiden. We had a couple of good trips with that tent, to Yellowstone and around the Olympic Peninsula. And the trip to Vegas, of course!
Doesn't it look like such a nice comfy tent?
Soooooo comfy. As in look at that hard-packed ground under the tent in this next picture, taken on the Olympic Peninsula in 2012. Great trip though, when we went to see the drag races in Forks!
(not everyone goes to Forks for Twilight)
Things were going great, and we probably would have used the tent much longer, but almost two years ago disaster struck!
Don't break your leg. Just don't. This doesn't even show the upper break. Don't do it. Not recommended.
I'd say it took a full 18 months for Michael to be back to anything resembling normalcy, and even now he still has trouble with hills or days when the pins hurt.
Last summer my son Nolan worked in Yellowstone, and I had promised him we'd come pick him up at the end of the summer. We love Yellowstone and were excited to go there again. Geysers! Mud pots! Bison! Foolish tourists!
As we began to look forward to our trip, Michael realized there was no way he'd be able to put up the tent, even with my help. Syd is of course no use with his lack of opposable thumbs. He's very good at barking directions, however.
So, as one does, I decided we needed to get a vintage trailer. I started scouring Craigslist, and in a remarkably short time we found what soon became our new home away from home. To be honest, we got very lucky. The vintage trailer craze was just taking off, and we bought from a guy who was not into that - he just needed something bigger for his newly expanding family. Our gain!
Getting the trailer home was a bit of an adventure/debacle, which I've documented elsewhere, along with some other vintage trailer related musings.
Anyhow, long story short we got our trailer but didn't go to Yellowstone. Nolan's plans changed, and in retrospect it's probably a good thing we didn't attempt an extended adventure on our first trip out. That's all another story I won't be telling here today.
Introducing the 1967 Aloha. It has no gender, it has no name. We usually call it the trailer or the Aloha. It is an inanimate object we tow behind our vehicle and sleep in while touring beautiful places.
It has a toilet. It's cozy when the weather isn't. But I do want to make one thing clear...
WE ARE NOT GLAMPERS.
Which leads me back to the original point I wanted to make - we're going camping this weekend! Not too far away, but it's a lovely state park and now that peak season has ended we will probably be the only people hanging out in the woods. It's a beautiful spot, and I'm excited to hang out in the woods for a couple of days.