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Broke Down But Not Broken

A funny thing happened on the way to my last campout.  My car broke down.  Actually it wasn’t funny at all.  It was awful.  150 miles from home, I waved my caravan pals on as I waited for the tow truck.  I didn’t have to wait long, thank goodness.  I mean, thank the Lord.  Soon my truck was loaded onto a flat bed truck and my camper was hooked up to the back of the truck.  I gasped as the young driver tried to level the camper by yanking the bumper first up and then down hard.  I wanted to scream, “Easy!  She’s old!”  (She’s a 1962 Scotsman.)
He hauled us (me in the cab) to a nearby Ford dealership where I waited for three hours for them to replace the water pump in my SUV.  At first they told me they wouldn’t be able to fix it that day, but then they said they could.  I was so grateful that I didn’t have to find a hotel room and leave my trailer overnight in a parking lot that I waited patiently.  By the time they rolled my car and trailer around it was past closing time and I was starving.  I couldn’t wait to get back on the road and drive the remaining 100 miles, but I couldn’t until I paid them $900.  Ugh.  What a way to start a vacation.
The drive to the campground was uneventful except for the fact that it got dark on me.  I rolled in a little after 8 p.m. where a friend met me and helped me find my camping space.  Later several friends helped me back in and set up. 
Me and a fellow camper before I found out my power went off.  Happy to be at the campground!
But my troubles weren’t over.  I had finally straightened my camper and was ready to put on my pajamas and collapse when the power went off.  A quick check out the window let me know that it was my trailer, not the campground.  Ugh. Now what?  Can’t a girl get a break?
Stay tuned to find out what happened next. . .
XOXO
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Meaningless Drivel Monday: Did you figure it out?

Last Monday I talked about the progress I have made on my little vintage travel trailer, my 1978 Scamp.  I showed several photographs, and then I showed this photo. . .

. . .and asked you to guess what I was going to do with it.  Did you try to guess?

Give up?  Here’s what I did with this 
vintage metal tray.

I attached it to the front of the old Dometic refrigerator and made a magnetic board out of it!  That’s my little trailer pal Maggie’s photo framed on it.  I attached the tray with Command strips.  Only time will tell if they will continue to stick to that aluminum door. The red tray picks up the red polka dots in the upholstery.

Speaking of which–I had hoped to have all the cushions situated in the camper, but there is the small problem of water leaking around the window air conditioner when it rains.  Until that is fixed, the cushions will not be placed inside under that window.  So, there’s been a slight delay. . .

Now to start on the rag curtain that will go over that furnace hole where I put the crates.  Stay tuned!

XOXO




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RANDOM FRIDAY: Sweet little camper trailer. . .

I have an obsession.  You can ask my family.  Every time I see a small camper trailer, I squeal and point, even if I am in midsentence.  I am lucky to have a husband who tolerates my obsession.  He even agreed to me buying a tiny little 1978 Scamp a couple of years ago, which will be highlighted in this blog as soon as I (we) make more progress on its restoration.

But already having a teeny trailer does not my infatuation lessen.  During our recent trip to Indiana my sister told me about a little camper decorated like a bandanna in a lot on the way to the local Walmart.  I tried to imagine what it must look like, but I wasn’t prepared for the extreme cuteness factor.  She drove slowly by and I spotted it, which elicited my usual squeal.  Like the wonderful sister she is, she informed her husband that they must stop and let April (that’s me) look at it.  

And that is just what we did the last day of our visit.  The owner of the lot where it was parked was kind enough to allow us to go down the hill and look not only all around the outside, but also on the inside.  Thank goodness for my little Blackberry phone camera!

This is the view from the highway. . .

It was sitting in a lot with several trailers Mr. Shewmaker has for sale.  It looked lonely down there!  
Naturally we had to get a closer look. . .


Isn’t she adorable?  Someone with more talent than I painted the paisley design to look like a red bandanna wrapped around it.


 Now for a look at the other side. . .


 I just love the little shutters and the louvered glass door.


And look at those little wings!  Aren’t those to die for?  There were no identifying emblems on it, but it looks like a Shasta to me.  Even the dings and small dents don’t take away from its charm.

Here’s Jimmy checking out the spare on the back.  He thought it was loose, but I believe they are supposed to slant down like that!

Of course we had to check to see if the door was locked.  It wasn’t!  So we had a peek inside.  It was just as adorable as the outside, and there was a slide-out step under the door!


I LOVE the color scheme!  The black and white tiles, the polka dots and the chicken print cushions. . .amazing!  As you can see in the middle interior photo, there is some water damage below the window, but it could be repaired and the window sealed. 

By the way, the chicken print cushions were just lying on the table, out of their intended places. 

I was dying to know how much they were asking for this little jewel, so I asked the owner when we got back to our car.  He told me that he was selling it for someone else and they wanted $2500.  $2500!  I wish I could have written him a check, but hubby reminded me that I already had a Scamp.  Phooey.  The more teeny trailers, the merrier in my book.  So. . .

. . .if anyone reading this is interested, it will be a twelve to fourteen hour drive to southern Indiana if you are from East Texas.  And that is ONE WAY.  If you are still interested, here is the man’s phone number.  Just add area code 812. . .

And don’t tell me. . .I’ll just squeal and honk when I see you on the highway. . .

XOXO