I pictured it, held out for it, and it finally happened: A mid-sized vintage trailer with bathroom, well cared for and ready for camping, came up for sale in my local area for $1,500 or less. This is her, backed into a soon-to-be-shaded parking spot at my place.
I knew I wasn't going to get 'perfect' in that price range--as you can see, she could use some new paint--but what I did get is a 17-foot 1972 Red Dale with a lot going for her. (Coincidence: My cowgirl-biker trailer, Iron Pony, is also a 1972 Red Dale. But smaller, at 14 feet.)
The previous owners, a retired couple named Ethel and Dave, had upgraded all the trailer's systems and painted the interior a crisp white and apple-green. Ethel made the matching curtains. So this is what I saw when I opened the door. CLEAN was the word. Dave demo'd the water, battery, electric, and propane systems for me. He said they would work, and they do.
He produced a clean title and a spare tire, we made our deal, and I drove the trailer home. (I know you're dying to ask the question, so I'll divulge: I offered and paid $1,000.)
It took me about three quick trips into the house to get the trailer decorated, because truth to tell, I love green and have collected it forever.
Hubby Dearest, Mr. Ed, took one look and came up with the right name for this trailer:
Meadow.
I love how the various shades of lime, apple, and grass greens update the original avocado green of the stove.
And I couldn't resist adding some dandelion decals to the little bathroom--for 'going potty in the weeds.'
Meadow will be going on her maiden Girl Camping voyage in a few weeks. Then she'll be going to Girl Camp for the summer.
Fun ahead!
