One of my earliest memories is the sight of lightning blazing through the orange canvas of our old tent-top trailer, right above us, and the crash of thunder along with it. Mom of course remembers me strangling her with my need to get away. I was somewhere around two. I don’t really remember much else about the trailer, other than the beds folding out, and the poles holding it up.
We did a couple of trips, I think, from Ottawa to the west coast in that one before we bought a hard-top pop-up trailer. Talk about luxury! It had a fridge, a stove, a sink, cupboards and drawers, lights, a table that collapsed into another bed, and was a cinch to set up even in the rain. The beds pulled out, and had windows for fresh air, and if I recall, curtains to divide them from the living-space. Tasha and I shared one side, Dad slept at an angle on the other, and Mom had the table turned into a bed.
(my sister’s gonna hate me. Ohwait, she already does. So no problem!)
So when Leif said he had a pop-up trailer to borrow for our trip, that’s what I thought he meant. He warned me it was old (it’s older than we are), and I told him the truth, old didn’t matter. Smelly and critter nest would matter. Old doesn’t.
Ohmy it’s made me realize the luxury we had in that hard-top tent trailer. There’s little inside at all – a table on a pedestal, and two benches with backs to sit at, and a small box for storage. The kids share one bed, with Cameron half on one bench so they aren’t tussling for space, and Leif and I share the other. Now, he’s too tall for it – heck, I think I am. So my feet go on a bench, and Leif puts a bench-back on a cooler for his feet. It does have a gear mechanism for lifting up the roof, but if you try to do just by cranking it, the chain pops off at the back and that side collapses. In a land of fancy trailers with toilets, LCD TVs, and microwaves, we’re getting plenty of grins, questions, and good-natured ribbing. We’re going retro. We’re kickin’ it old-style. How old is that trailer? So old that it’s cool.
And it’s a hell of a lot better than tenting for a week.