You know that line in the 'Pretty Woman' movie, where Julia Roberts asks Richard Gere how come he knows so little about cars, and he replies that his first car was a limousine?
My first trailer was an Airstream.
Not just any Airstream, but a 1970s behemoth that takes up 33 linear feet of parking room and weighs 5,600 pounds before you put anything in it. Takes a one-ton truck to pull her on anything but flat, straight road. Which there is none of where I live.
'So why something THAT big?' you might ask.
Because it was an Airstream. And because that's as much as I knew about vintage travel trailers at the time (except for the fact that I'd fantasized about having one for most of my adult life).
It didn't occur to me that with tow vehicle, this was going to be about 50 feet and 8 tons of rig. And not something I was going to hook up and go camping or traveling with on a whim.
It also didn't occur to me I wasn't going to be rehabbing a camping trailer--I was going to be remodeling a house. And that this was most likely going to take years. Years in which I would not have any time left to go camping.
Those realities would set in soon enough, and my first trailer-love found its purpose as a seasonal guest house/cabin/studio (I'm sitting in her right now, writing this post).
My second trailer--LOL--was this one:
