The Small Small Trailer

An essay in inadequacy.

I’ve been wanting to write more about the vehicle that was our home for over a year after we sold our house back west as it deserves honorable mention. We’ll never forget the time we spent safely tucked behind it’s half-inch walls. The trailer is a 20′ Jayco Lite with canvas pullouts on each end. It was designed as a camper trailer … the kind you take the family for a weekend campout in, not live in for a year. That was not our plan, I assure you.. it just happened as some things do.

When I spotted it in an ad, I was sucked in by the extra amenities and the price. Plenty of room for the job as I saw it at the time. It came with a TV, radio, almost a wood stove (renovations had been started for the project), an air conditioner, central heating and something else so appealing I’ve forgotten what it was. It also came with a badly rotted floor which I didn’t know about at the time. The rest was standard.

We spent a summer living in the thing expecting to find a property with a house. We didn’t, and ended up tubed in for a year too long. The single table inside was only big enough for my son and his computer so I spent a lot of time doing whatever in our bunk at the rear or in the shed we half-built. My husband even moved his TV and Xbox outside during the summer. Just too cramped.

The sink was too small, the bathroom was too small and the hot water heater was glitchy and it became an art form to pull a shower off in the approximately six minutes available if the water didn’t boil over first. The pipes froze solid during the winter and imagine doing dishes outside in zero degree weather at a makeshift table. It happened.

We managed to break not one but two windows and had to tape them up and when the freezing temperatures hit, we had a major problem on our hands what with the canvas walls of the pullouts. We were clearly unprepared. That seems to be the story of our lives.

We ended up putting rigid sheet insulation and plywood around the walls and over the roofs of the pullouts but zero degrees doesn’t care. The rain had a tendency of finding a way through all the tarp we put over it too. Wet mattress pads, sheets and pillows were the order of the day. I don’t know how we survived but we did.

Some time during the summer the rotten floor made itself apparent and we crawled under the contraption to shore up the floor with two by fours to prevent a “yard sale” while driving down the freeway at sixty-five miles an hour.

There isn’t much between the outdoors and the humans either in a canvas pullout. One night the roof caved in on my face. I could feel paws on top of me as my husband half slept. When I screeched at the cat, he said “are you sure it’s the cat?” Helpful. One night shortly after we’d set up camp on our new property, we heard something that sounded big scrape up against a trash barrel outside just feet from our heads. My husband continued to take the outside position in the bed.

Last fall we got a fifth wheel for a temporary upgrade, not knowing for sure when we’d be able to build a real house but our fifteen year old insisted that he didn’t want to see the Jayco go to waste. He’s a teenager and still occupies it’s space.

We were quite happy to say goodbye and move next door forty feet away. At least we no longer have to worry about Mr. Foot reaching his hand under the canvas wall and making away with my husband.


Two Idiots, A Water Heater and a Hero

Most people probably don’t give a second thought to their water heaters but ours came with an adventure – sort of.

When we bought our fifth wheel RV it had been refitted for use with city hookups such as electricity rather than for it’s original purpose of boon docking. The electric water heater that had been installed was gobbling our energy so we ordered a propane model.

When the UPS guy dropped off it off, we eyeballed it with suspicion.  We wondered if we’d just come into possession of a device capable of launching into the stratosphere as we’d recently watched an episode of Mythbusters featuring an experiment with hot water heaters.

The team on the TV show had disabled all of the fail-safe measures on several tanks then set the temperature dials to maximum. Upon overheating to the point of exploding, they blew open at their weakest points – the bottoms – launching them hundreds of feet into the air.

We wondered how far our mini-rocket might be capable of traveling under the wrong circumstances.

We wrestled the device into its compartment on the side of our RV and hooked up the gas and water. We checked for leaks then lit her up.

We turned the bathtub spigot on to check the temperature of the water but it got hotter and hotter then stopped flowing altogether. Clueless and sure the heater was nearing ignition, we turned it off and called it a night.

The next day we changed out the faucet and the water ran fine but continued to overheat. We shut it down again.

Photo by Kurt Cotoaga on Unsplash

It was time for a professional. Enter Norstar Heating and Cooling, Inc.

We made an appointment for an onsite visit.  By now, we’d come to see the repairman as a potential hero and his status grew with every day we were unable to take a hot shower.

Then the day arrived and the repairman showed up – armed only with a notepad and a toolbox.  Wringing our now filthy hands, we recounted our misadventures as he stole sideways glances at the beast that waited behind the access panel that said “hot”.

Finally, he adjusted his collar, turned, and approached his foe with a swagger that would have made John Wayne proud. He opened the hatch, squinted into the darkness and went to work.

We stood back and watched nervously. What if he couldn’t fix it? What if we had to send it back for another? What if this cost us an arm and a leg?

Finally, we heard the rocket-like swoosh of propane igniting as the man cocked his head and made his final adjustments. We tried in vain to read his poker face as he turned and walked back our way to give us the news.

Suppressing a grin, he told us “I turned the heat down.”

Our Home On Wheels

If we could just get it up the driveway.

We debated for months about what our next step up would be from our little 20 foot Jayco Lite we’d been living in for much longer than we’d anticipated. We’d packed ourselves into the tiny thing like sardines and wanted out. Not that we didn’t love each other. Two adults with a 15 year old. We’d forgotten how to be intimate, even.

Me and my husband would spend most of our free time in our half-built shed out of necessity so our son could use the table for his computer time and such. The shed had a tarp for a roof and when it rained, it would sag with hundreds of gallons of water in between each set of supports and we would have to drain each pocket individually with a homemade snow scraper I’d made. We would have to position everything, including ourselves just so to avoid the cascade of water that would spill out when we dumped. So much of our property got damaged but more on the shed in another post.

In a nutshell, we had cabin fever and were waiting for some financial matters to resolve before we could upgrade.

We finally made the choice to go with some sort of larger RV for the winter for several reasons. We didn’t have the money or time to build a real structure and we needed something with the amenities already there. So another trailer it was, for the time being.

We scanned craigslist for something suitable. We needed something that would have a chance of withstanding the winter better than the Jayco. We looked for pre-winterized units and researched exactly what winterized really meant. We also looked for RVs that had solar systems already built in (we’d already decided at that point that we were going solar). Not much out there of either but finally we found something interesting.

It was a slightly older model Royal Voyager fifth wheel. It had been completely remodeled to be more like a real home. The cupboards were better quality, it had a regular toilet, and the black water system had been completely redone to resemble that of a real house. In short, it had been totally gutted and refitted to be more like a regular house than an RV. It fit our needs almost perfectly except that we realized after we bought it that we would have to go back in the opposite direction and re-rig it as more of a camping vehicle again.

Our first clue about that was when we turned on the water for the first time. Nothing came out. We inspected the whole trailer for the problem. No pump under the sink like our old trailer. We looked everywhere. Nothing. We eventually came to the realization the pump had been removed altogether. We ended up buying and installing a brand new one which took a couple of weeks to get to work properly and seal up the leaks.

The water heater was electric and practically killed the generator when we turned it on. Forget using solar power with it. We bought a gas heater. That little issue took weeks to finally resolve and now we have the luxury of hot water.

The propane fridge is on it’s way in the mail. Brand new models were over 1,200.00 on average and there isn’t a used propane fridge to be had in the whole of Washington state from our shopping experience. We decided to buy a tiny little one to put in the old trailer and we’re stealing that one for the fifth wheel. We now feel pretty confident about moving and installing it because of our newly acquired experience working with appliances (hot water heater exempt).

We’ve done all of the insulating for winter (and summer) by ourselves in addition to fixing various issues with the plumbing. I think this has all been pretty good for us and our life experiences. We’re doing things we never would have done back in the days of living on the grid.

Our truck didn’t have a fifth wheel hitch adapter so we paid a guy to bring our new home to us. We were worried it wouldn’t fit going around a sharp corner coming up to our property so we measured the opening and sent a diagram with measurements to the driver. He drove like a champ and pulled the behemoth deftly around the corners, not quite dodging all of the over hanging branches that were never in the way before. We had to cut several heavy branches down to prevent losing our porch light and other accessories mounted to the outside of the trailer before our driver pulled it into it’s final “resting” place.

We’d already dug ruts into the higher points of the ground in preparation but weeks went by before we finally had the rig leveled properly. Lots of digging and one broken landing jack later, we were able to put things down inside without them sliding towards the back and to the right side of the rig.

What have I forgotten? We made many trips to Walmart to furnish on the cheap. A dish drainer, towels, silverware; a push vacuum. We now had two households as our son decided to stay in the old trailer for privacy’s sake. He’s a teenager after all.

Oh, then there’s the fireplace. That’s for another blog. 🙂