The Camper Trailer
I came back to Fryeburg, ME (my hometown) to stay with my parents for a while. It’s sort of an insane move, considering one of the biggest reasons I left for the trail was to change my living environment. It’s also rent free… I’ll preface it like this: I love my parents very much and they are so generous for letting me live with them and they really do so much for me. I’m so thankful to have shoot for the moon kind of parents that support everything I do. But living in a 1 bedroom double wide trailer with them isn’t exactly ideal. They like to watch TV, I can’t stand to be around TVs. With all three of us, our pets, our belongings, and my sister’s items that she stores there, it’s a pretty crowded place. They’re only living there while they work on building their house on the same property. Move in day for the new house hasn’t come yet, though.
Last year, my dad’s friend sold him their 1958 Glider camper trailer that he had installed a roof on. His wife told us she calls it the Crack Shack, because it’s such a trailer park mess! To this day, we call it the Crack Shack but we’re hoping to name it something different… My dad gutted it and parked it on our property where it’s been sitting for about a year. He agreed to help Miles and I make it into what is essentially a bedroom with a wood stove and electricity. Over the past 50 days Miles, my parents, and I have worked on getting it livable. We put in a new floor, refinished the walls, added some trim, and installed a wood stove with the help of our friends Brad and John.
Of course, things go wrong. The walls aren’t exactly straight so I had trouble fitting the plywood for the floors by myself. Primer wasn’t enough to cover up the insanely horrible single coat of bright blue paint in the back half of the trailer so Erin, my sister, gave us some of her white paint from her office. The wood stove pipe didn’t stay together properly and we ended up smoking out the trailer with our inaugural fire. Plus, learning how to use a wood stove with grace is a real learning process. But we’re pretty pleased with the outcome. What we had estimated might take a month has now taken about two months.
Last night, though, we spent our first, heated night out there. All of our wood was gathered from the property and Miles chopped it. The wood was a bit wet but it was so warm with the wood stove we didn’t even need our sleeping bags. Bonnie joined us and kept us up until 3am with her nervous meows. It’s okay, though, we love her anyway. Miles will be spending the winter with me here and then, hopefully, heading out west in the Spring to fight wildfires. Will this North Carolinian make it through the harsh Maine winter?!