We don’t always choose what we’re going to obsess over, so for better or worse my latest fixation is owning a small vintage camper–a Shasta, a Scotty, an Airstream, or Scamp? A Sprite, Corvette, Turnpike, or maybe a Yellowstone? I haven’t decided, but stick around and see what happens. My latest book purchase might start me in the right direction.
My love for camping and campers started with the Barbie Beach Bus and Country Camper Santa brought me in 1973 and 1974, respectively. They were without a doubt my favorite toys as a six/seven-year old. They proved that you can be stylish and have all the comforts of home when you’re traveling. (Call me crazy but back in the day Barbie taught us how to take a Vacation. Now she’s just pink.) Later, I remember envying the neighborhood kids whose parents owned RVs and VW pop-ups. I loved the casement windows and that there were lots of tiny cabinets and shelves for everything. Those compartments soothed my OCD need to have a place for all things needed for a road trip.
But my first urge to own a tiny home on wheels was in 1989 when I visited a Roma caravan museum in England. Who knew a tiny horse-drawn wagon could be that colorful, comfy, and cozy?
Today, however, my sense and sensibilities are more in line with Americana campers that can be pulled by a Volvo. Ideally, I hope to find a 60s or 70s model for cheap that needs mostly cosmetic work and less electrical or wood repair. I don’t know much (if anything) about axles, gas lines, or dry rot, but I’m confident I can learn. And maybe I can enlist my talented friends and family to tackle any of these jobs that are beyond my capabilities (or those that are just plain scary).
I’m starting this blog to document my journey to camperdom. If I put it online doesn’t that mean I have to make it happen? I will record every step of the adventure–researching makes and models, saving pennies to buy said trailer, purchasing my canned ham camper, planning its decor/theme, and celebrating whatever triumphs (or troubles) come my way. I hope some folks will keep me company–this road trip might take a while!
Listen to My House Has Wheels by Southern Culture on the Skids