Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tip for Using Stabilizer Jacks With Your Camp Trailer
Stabilizer jacks--one for each corner of the trailer--are customary equipment for use with a camping trailer. They help keep the trailer frame level and steady as you're moving about inside.
But, without their own means of support, stabilizer jacks can sink into soft ground or warm asphalt.
To prevent this, cut 4 pieces of lumber or plywood to a size about 2 or 3 inches bigger, all around, than the footprint of your jacks. Then simply place one of these beneath each jack before you tighten it up.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Just to Catch Things Back Up
After a fabulous January start to our new Girl Camping year, things took an unexpected slip. Literally.
Mr. Ed broke his ankle when he lost his footing on a patch of ice and fell down in front of the Girl Camp Cabin.
The repair took 7 screws and a metal plate. The recovery, and the caretaking, are still underway. Mr. Ed is still on crutches, and I am his mobility assistant.
Naturally, this put camping and most any other kind of traveling on a shelf for a while. Especially when winter made a decisive reappearance.
Frequent February view: From the window of the orthopedic surgeon's office.
Fortunately, my Mr. Ed is not the equine Mr. Ed, so a broken leg doesn't mean curtains. Thank goodness! As he's been mending, I've used some of the mostly indoor time at home to work on some trailer-embroidery projects.
Like this one…from a pattern drawn by Vicki Stanifer.
Finished and pressed:
This past weekend, early March things finally worked out for me to spend a couple of nights doing some Girl Camping at our winter trailer encampment on the Salmon River.
Where it was just so great to be outside in warmer air and to see things turning green. That was the best Girl Camping decor of all.
So that's what's been up with yours truly--how about you?
Sunday, February 2, 2014
One of the Trailers I Didn't Buy (and Why)
Yesterday, I took the opportunity to go look at a 1960s camp trailer advertised for sale. It was one you might have called on yourself, were you in the market.
It had a cute profile, with a front kitchen and original aqua appliances. The original upholstery still looked great. No dents in the body, and the paint didn't look too bad. I'd already spoken to the owner, who described the trailer as ready to go camping.
'No water damage,' he said when I asked. 'Just look at the vent photo in my ad.' (It appeared pristine.) 'New tires, too,' he added. "Not even 50 miles on them.' He also possessed the No. 1 item that I insist upon: the trailer's title, valid and in his name.
The drive to see the trailer took pretty close to 3 hours. It took less than 3 minutes for me to decide I would not be buying it.
I snapped these few quick photos that will help explain why.
Strike 1:
I pulled up alongside the trailer and this caulked (but dried-out and cracked) corner was the first thing to meet my eye. 'This has leaked before and is most likely leaking now,' I thought. I also noted what seemed to be a small break in the skin, just to the right of the light cover. With every rain, water will have gotten inside, between the skin and interior paneling.
Strike 2:
Around the trailer on the curb side, the metal rain rail, or eyebrow, was missing over a window. In its place was a length of black tape. The tape wouldn't have kept water out for long, meaning there would very likely be more to fix than just a missing rain rail. Water, trapped behind a wall, sets up a perfect environment for frame rot.
Strike 3:
All the tires, including the spare, were car radials rather than STs (tires specifically made for trailers). And, even with little mileage, they didn't qualify as new; the date code showed them as made in 2006. That meant they'd been sitting out in the weather, quietly breaking down, for nearly 10 years. For safe road use, this trailer would need a fresh and correct set of tires. (Note: You can pretty much figure that almost any older trailer you buy will need new tires. But if an ad says 'new tires,' don't take the claim at face value--look those tires over for yourself.)
Furthermore:
The pull-out step beneath the entry door was missing, and the rear bumper was bent on the curb side. As both these 'injuries' were on the same side, my guess is that the trailer got hung up somewhere, on something, while being towed, tearing off the step and bending back the bumper.
I didn't have to go inside to know that I'd be passing on this trailer. Too much 'not good' had added up already for me to want to take it on.
But, as long as I was there, I did go in (of course--who can resist an open trailer door?). The aqua appliances were darling, and on their own, would have swept many a gal right off her feet. The interior was clean, with a nice new rug at the front door.
I lifted the rug, and there was a new part under it, too--where a piece of faux wood had been tacked down over the original flooring in order to firm up a soft spot.
Inside a cubby, right by the front door, the warped vinyl gave away just how much water had entered this part of the trailer. The flooring was soft and rotted from the front corner back.
This is the interior wall beneath the window with the missing rain rail. I pulled the wall cushion back to reveal the warped paneling. (Always pull those cushions back, by the way; they can cover up significant damage.) Warped paneling is the result of water damage.
Remember the front exterior corner with the cracked layers of caulking? This is the interior of the same spot. It's inside a dark closet--where it could be overlooked by someone during her haste to buy.
The other end of the closet had leak evidence, too.
Had I been looking for a tear-down project at a salvage price, that would have been one thing. But having seen what a trailer's frame looks like when there's this much water damage visible inside, I couldn't find the value in the owner's asking price--or even half the asking price.
Without dissing his trailer in any way--never necessary, and not cool--I thanked the owner for showing it to me, said it wasn't quite what I was looking for, and wished him good luck with his sale. 'No problem, ' he said. 'Three other people wanted me to call them back if you didn't take it.'
By the time I got home later in the afternoon, his ad had been taken down. Someone else had purchased it.
Which just goes to show, there's a trailer out there for every owner, and an owner for every trailer.
And, I hope this also goes to show that it's always best to see a trailer with your own eyes before you commit to buy it. This seller knew how to hit all the right description-buttons in his ad ('new tires, ready to go camping'), and with his photos of the trailer's good features. But the total package didn't pencil out.
Monday, January 20, 2014
First of Our 2014 Getaways
It may be January, but that doesn't stop the urge to get out, get away, and get together--not for the Girl Camping Girls!
So, when a bout of dry weather came along last week, three of us pulled the plug on everyday life and headed for the trailers we have parked for the winter at a low, snow-free spot on the Salmon River. This is our view as we descend from the colder, snowier zones up north.
And here is our little enclave as seen from across the Salmon.
We arrived, unlocked our trailers, turned the heaters on, and poured glasses of wine right away, even before the chill was gone inside. Happy! Campers!
This is Miss Sherry's Outback, Pistol Pete. It's roomy enough for her to bring her kitty and her dog, Jada.
Here we have Trigger Happy, Miss Mig's Hobo. (Pure coincidence about the trailer names both referring to firearms.)
This is my 'tin can cabin,' dubbed Hacienda del Sol. It's a 1972 Airstream Land Yacht.
This is her 'little captain,' G'Petto. He's a Schipperke, a breed developed as a boat dog.
I have this fabulous '57 Aljo as my next-trailer-neighbor.
Though it got down to the 20s at night, daytimes were sunny and pleasant enough for us to do some local exploring. This is about a mile or so downriver from our camping area, which is near the left end of the bridge.
For most meals, we pooled our groceries and took turns cooking or putting out snacks and drinks. One of Mig's breakfasts consisted of scrambled eggs with fresh onions, on pitas topped with fresh avocado spread and strawberries on the side. Yum.
One night, we went for a nice meal at the local small-town supper club. Sherry treated us…thanks again, Sherry!
By chance, we happened to be on this trip when the moon was full. With clear skies, the nightly moonrises and moonsets were incredible. This is shortly before the moon dropped behind the divide that separates the Salmon and Snake rivers.
One morning, the moon was lit by this aura as it slipped away from sight. It looked as bright as a sun. (That look was deceptive, however, as everything outdoors was covered in frost.)
All we had to do to warm up was to go back inside our trailers--I sure didn't mind this view of the Salmon from the rear window of mine--or go stir up the campfire. No obligations and no worries.
A fine four days!
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