My old Xanga friends may recall that years ago, I used to regale them with tales of mountain biking adventures in the nether reaches of Utah. I had found a clever little pop-up trailer, after years of sleeping on the ground in a tent, and felt that life was as good as it could get.
But, someone needed it worse than I did and ran off with it, leaving me bereft. It wasn’t only that I’d shopped for it for two years, or that I’d spent far more than was justified for the little time I had to use it; it was mostly that I grieved for the loss of the possibilities it represented.
So, for the past two years, I’ve been casually looking for a replacement. Americans like big and they like to take their entire home with them when they go “camping”. I suppose when you live in a 3,500 square foot house, a trailer seems small. But I live in a small house so a tiny trailer works just fine. However, there are not many tiny trailers on the used trailer market. A few weeks ago, I found another Aliner, several years newer and several thousand dollars more expensive, but commensurately nicer. I vacillated for over a week but finally decided that life is too short to delay this purchase.
I loaded the girls into the car and drove to Arizona to pick it up. This little gem is not only stored inside the garage, but it has three different locks on it. I’m sincerely hoping the garage doesn’t catch fire.