The on-going odyssey of my hunt for vintage trailers has taken me to a lot of really cool places and I've had the opportunity to meet the most wonderful people on my journey. Believe it or not it all started when I joined my husband and his cousin on a buck hunting trip in the Mendocino National Forest in Northern California. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind camping in a tent, as a matter of fact I have done a lot of that during my day but I am noticing more and more, as I approach middle age, that the allure of camping out under the stars in a sleeping bag is becoming less appealing.
The first trailer started out somewhat on a whim and almost a desperation as spring was in the air and there were lots of trailers to be had, so I thought. The more phone calls I made the more I was told "sorry that sold today" or "I have somebody coming to pick it up in the morning", that's when the desperate feelings snuck up on me. I finally found the 'first one', a well built and solid 1975 Layton. We made the deal and drug her home.
We found out soon enough just how well built she was when we had our tow rig, an older 3/4 ton pickup, straining to get her up the mountain to where we call home. No big deal, we thought, we should go slow for safety anyway.
After putting my personal touches in and around the trailer, including hours of thrift store shopping (which is another sickness of mine), "Delilah" was ready for her first buck hunt with the guys. They were also very excited and felt like kings on the mountain for not having to pitch tents and secure EZ Ups and tarps for inclement weather, things were grand!
Things were going great up until they noticed how low the back end was so low and how close the black water tank lines were to hitting the ground while making their way up the windy dirt roads to hunt camp. Hmmmm, this was going to be a problem.
Delilah went up for sale, stay tuned for more of how I caught the Vintage Trailer Bug!!
