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Monday, March 12, 2018

And the dream.....is over

I think we have sold our travel trailer.  It's a beautiful trailer.  We could live in it if we had fewer pets. Some of the fixtures are nicer than those in our home.

In 2010 I had a heart attack and our retirement money was shit thanks to GWB.  The main depository of Steve's frequent flyer miles were locked up because the airlines decided to be assholes and not let folks use their miles for companions....let's make the Great Recession even worse shall we?

So...we decided screw the government, screw the loss of our retirement money, let's go into debt and buy a travel trailer and have our last great adventures.  We don't need plane tickets, we can drive all over the country with our also newly purchased truck and that 25K trailer.

The first adventure was to Sam Owen, a local camping place on the lake.  It's dry camping there, but we had our fully contained trailer and it would be so much fun. Day one was set up and getting things figured out with the trailer.  Day two I had chest pain, we took the dogs home, left the trailer at Sam Owen and I ended up in the ER.  Stent 3 was placed a month later.

After that it seemed every summer was another disaster.  We did manage to eek out 6 more nights in the trailer at Beyond Hope, a resort right next to Sam Owen but it is....well, a resort.  Full hookups, dump station, all the amenities.  Not really camping, but right on the lake and the dogs loved it.

The trailer was garaged every winter and hauled out again in spring.  Sometimes we had lunch in it, sometimes I'd go out there to read or take a nap.  I really love the trailer.  We never used the outside BBQ, rolled out the awning once, I was the only one to shower in it because we would drive home every day to check on the cats when were at the resort and Steve showered at home.  Ha!

We listed it last year with a few nibbles and low ball offers (we still owe on it).  One family tried to buy it, but financing fell through. Then we put it on consignment with not one inquiry.  I left it on a FB sale page and Steve left it on Craig's List.

Friday a young couple that had called about it when we thought it was sold called again.  They had been following the trailer for all of these months and wanted to come and see it.  They came yesterday, will come back to see it in April when it will be out of the garage and the slide outs and awning all unfurled in fabulous trailer glory.  They will pay full price and in cash!

We need to sell the trailer.  Given our ages and multiple health issues, we couldn't camp in a hotel properly.  We need to get rid of the payment, the insurance cost, the burden of having an unused trailer.  I know all of this. But....

I will miss the trailer.  I have enjoyed a few fun times in it with Steve and the dogs.  It was the only place Violet slept with us on the bed, where Wes had his own chair to nap in.  But what is making me cry right now is the never to happen dream of......  driving to So Cal to see the kids, embarrassing them parking in front of their house with a huge extension cord stretched into their garages, seeing the sights as we drove along, small talk with Steve, having him next to me in our encumbered truck and dragging our encumbered trailer to some new place, just feeling free of the shit at home and having Steve happy and laughing.  The 3 Dog Night Trailer will eventually have a new home. I'll ask the young couple to send me a picture of their first adventure.    Bu-Bye dream.....