I can’t believe it’s the end of February already. I have been a busy woman – the tomato and pepper seeds are planted & sprouting. The garden plan is drawn up and the hoop house is ready to go. I was in full garden mode and fully focused on my gardening mission when BAM! in the middle of everything I got a phone call from a man I had never met…
“I hear you restore old campers…” He started.
“Yes?” I answered wondering what kind of weirdo made crank calls like this.
“It’s free if you’ll drag it away…”
Not every woman would fall for a line like that. But I did.
Apparently, this very nice man had purchased a house and property on the outskirts of Newcastle last April and was ‘blessed’ with the old camper that had been a permanent feature for some time. To tell the truth, I’m not sure he realized it was part of the deal when he signed the papers. Now, after nearly a year of looking at the old beast he had decided it was time for it to go – one way or another. Of course I offered to stop after work the next night to check it out.
When I first saw it – I gagged.
NO WAY!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
This thing is huge – 24 feet long! I want cute, little campers not carefree mobile home living! Besides, the thing fairly screamed “Drag me to the junk yard!”
I considered turning around and quietly driving away at a high rate of speed but I had told him I would stop so I did even though I had already made up my mind.
The very nice man who now owned this treasure met me at the door. (I didn’t even have time to knock). He knew nothing of its origins but had already offered it to several people. From what he said I got the impression that every single one of them had run screaming into the woods! Obviously I’m a little dumber than the rest as I was still standing there.
One or two of them had actually stopped long enough to inquire about striping out the ‘good stuff’ before they high-tailed it down the driveway but no one was insane enough to consider taking it home.
I was desperately trying to think up an excuse to leave.
Good Grief – I haven’t even finished the two trailers I have and you know, Hubby would probably divorce me if I drug that thing home.
But I should at least look inside – just to be polite.
So I stepped through the only door that would open – did you notice it has two? I walked past the rotted wood on the inside of the door and the one single board that was all that remained of the screen door. I was trying to remember when I’d gotten my last tetanus shot when I stepped onto a solid floor!
No Way! I bounced on the threashold then I bounced my way around the room and down the hall (I’m pretty sure the very nice man thought I was nuts). The floor was solid. This thing has been open to the elements for roughly 15 years and the floor is still good? That can’t be.
The arctic winds whistled through the trailer like a wind tunnel at an airplane test sight, chilling me to the bone as I bounced past the bathroom. OK – that’s scary but at least there wasn’t the smell of rot and decay or mold and mildew or the stench of mice poop rotting in the corners. The old girl was as fresh as the great outdoors. Of course she had been airing out for 15 years.
So she’s solid underneath and smells good but I still shook my head – No Way!
Then I noticed she was actually pretty clean inside. No rubbish piled up – no junk stored inside – no furniture or mouse infested upholstery to deal with. Considering the winds in Wyoming everything had probably blown out and across the pasture years ago.
We moved to the kitchen – me, still bouncing on the floor. He looked at me – a glimmer of hope in his eyes that he could pawn this thing off on the crazy lady but I stuck to my guns.
“I’m sorry, but this job is way beyond my skill level. I don’t think……I can……..Ahwwww.”
I looked up… my jaw hung open, slack and agape. I’m sure he could see every filling in my mouth.
Above me was the most beautiful ceiling of honey-gold birch I have ever seen in a camper. It glowed like the setting sun. It’s warmth filled the room. I fell to my knees to worship at the Holy Shrine of Heavenly Birch. How could this be? Her roof was still sealed. Through the tears in my eyes I could see there was very little water damage. The worst of it – an area about 2″ square on the corner of one ceiling vent. In hushed reverence, I reached up with a trembling hand and closed the vent. Really?
The freaking vent was open!!!
I took a deep breath. The very nice man drooled in anticipation.
“Well, she’s got potential but – no.” I shook my head…
And then I saw the kitchen cabinets – honey gold birch radiated a soft glow, gleaming in the light from the busted window. Rounded corners and classic details from the 50’s. Original appliances – the stove and fridge were both clean inside and in good shape protected by a layer of dust.
I smiled and heaved a weary sigh.
“No, sorry… I can’t”
I got in my pickup and drove away…
You should be proud of me… Hubby was…
I went home ate supper and tried to sleep that night.
But she wouldn’t let me.
I spent the next two days trying to talk myself out of it.
But she wouldn’t leave me alone.
For 3 nights I didn’t sleep because that nasty old camper wouldn’t stop whispering to me!
She crept into my thoughts – at night, at work, at all hours of the day.
‘Pearl’ haunted me.
I should never have given her a name.
Dopey from lack of sleep I finally gave in. I called the very nice man – the offer still stands.
Now she’s mine.
The very nice man thinks I’m totally nuts.
Of course, Hubby has known that for years.
I spent $40.00 on used tires to fit her rims and another $40.00 on duct tape and silicone. With the old sheet of plastic from the greenhouse I should be able to seal up the windows till I can get them fixed but first we have to get her home without a major mishap…
Heaven help me!
That looks like a big project! 🙂 You’ll have to post pictures of your progress. Sounds like you are all organized on the gardening front. Wish I was!
Thanks for the comment – yes – its a big project but if I break it down into lots of small jobs it doesn’t seem so bad. Nothing like jumping in with both feet! LOL
That is wonderful, I hope I get to watch this get spruced up. Good luck! Have you found out any more information or have any interior pictures?
I haven’t got started on Pearl yet except to put in windows. Why is there never enough hours in the day to do everything I want to?