I now own two trailers. You might remember my little travel trailer that was ripped down and rebuilt with a new back wall, new floors, box cushions, curtains and paint. The early project looked daunting.
Putting that little tin can back together taught me a lot, and when the end looked near heavy rains came through and there was STILL a leak! Water is so tricky. A little more head scratching and some good advice from neighbors and she is water tight. It is going to be a great little vehicle to adventure in.
Over Memorial Day weekend I grabbed my trusty sidekick and we headed to Portland to pick up the tiny house foundation. Coming down from Mount Hood we realized that the brakes on the truck might not be great, (the results of a fire tower trip last summer.)
A little seed of doubt grew into nerves when we rolled up to Iron Eagle Trailers and they brought out my 8’6″x 24′ double axle trailer. I never would of thought a couple hundred square feet would feel SO BIG! They threw the correct hitch on and gave us the low-down on towing an empty trailer. My truck didn’t have the brake hookup for the trailer brakes so we were going to rely on the Ford’s questionable stopping power for over 800 miles.
Bill took the wheel to navigate us out of Portland and onto the straightest highway we can find. With the vehicle we were well over 30′ long and in one block we learned that empty trailers bounce, lane changes require lots of space and tight corners make you sweat. We left Portland late enough in the day that the holiday traffic had subsided and the highways were blessedly empty. Bill drove for 8 hours with one perfect stop to gas up, meaning no need to back up or turn around, and I did my best to stay awake. We had a new awareness of the roadways, “Look at the size of the load that guy is hauling!” and made it back to Sandpoint safe and sound and it turns out the truck brakes are just fine.
Backing the trailer into the build spot was tricky and took a couple of “do-overs” but was ultimately successful and it is sitting there waiting for building supplies. The school I work at has wrapped up another eventful year and in the next few weeks I will be tackling the installation of the sub-floor…the Trek to Tiny is real!
I turned 53 this month, and got my first tattoo. My daughter has long wanted a mother/daughter tattoo and we both have two simple words, Be Kind, now permanently attached to our forearm. My daughter effortlessly rolled with her new artwork, but I am a little startled every time I catch a glimpse of it and have been wearing long sleeves as I don’t exactly “boldly own it” quite yet but I am getting there. I think getting a tattoo changes you a wee bit, it’s one of those things no one who has tattoos tells you, or maybe it’s my personal perception. Just like I noticed every load being hauled down the road, I now am more aware of the art people have chosen to adorn themselves with.
Christian circles will tell you it’s wise to be mindful of what you pray for. The only way to learn patience is to be faced with impatient situations, to practice forgiveness you must experience injustice and gratitude is born through loss. Daily opportunities to “Be Kind” are also hard to ignore when your mantra is visibly tattooed to your arm. The message to myself and others is sound, and I’m sure with time I will be less startled when I see the reflection in the yoga studio mirrors. Bill thinks my “ink” may not be done yet and the message is really, Be Kindergarten … his humor is my sunshine.
I want to post some videos of the tiny house build as I would like my kids, friends and family to really see how this all plays out. So far I’ve made a couple of really awkward, unwatchable clips so we’ll see how that goes.
Until next time,