pat walsh
Junior Ranger
We took our teardrop to Canada – camped a few nights but the mosquitoes were by the billions (no exaggeration) and the rain by the barrel-full’s (resulting in major mud) in Brandon, Manitoba -- so my sister’s house became our refuge. Brandon was trying to do a full city spraying because it was so bad but they had not had a rain free night to do it and it is likely to get worse as the river has not crested yet.
Despite major driving rains we did not have any water inside our trailer.
We had one man in Brandon, who with any encouragement would have bought our teardrop right on the spot. His mother who was visiting from Germany was also exclaiming over it in German – I can not spell the word but she something that means “good work” over and over.
Another fun story was we pulled into a small town for gas and the owner of the gas station came literally running out of the store saying “I want to buy one of those but my wife won’t let me” after seeing galley which he did not know existed he exclaimed “a stove! – maybe now she will let me buy one.”
My sister is blind so I had been telling her about our teardrop but it was not until she ran her hands over almost every inch of it (Cary you are probably cringing) that she had a good picture of it. She loved the fact that it was small enough for her to investigate all its nooks and crannies’. It was one time that you (Cary) would probably not have minded someone touching the outside. She kept singing its praises and loving every bit of it. She said “this would be an easy home for a blind person – you could find everything and never get lost”.
And just one more story: being quite senior we do not expect to turn the heads of 7 tattooed hard core middle aged motorcyclists but we turned each head as we drove out of a gas station.
Towing was so easy - often forgot it was back there until we would see people staring.
All in all not great camping but great fun.
Despite major driving rains we did not have any water inside our trailer.
We had one man in Brandon, who with any encouragement would have bought our teardrop right on the spot. His mother who was visiting from Germany was also exclaiming over it in German – I can not spell the word but she something that means “good work” over and over.
Another fun story was we pulled into a small town for gas and the owner of the gas station came literally running out of the store saying “I want to buy one of those but my wife won’t let me” after seeing galley which he did not know existed he exclaimed “a stove! – maybe now she will let me buy one.”
My sister is blind so I had been telling her about our teardrop but it was not until she ran her hands over almost every inch of it (Cary you are probably cringing) that she had a good picture of it. She loved the fact that it was small enough for her to investigate all its nooks and crannies’. It was one time that you (Cary) would probably not have minded someone touching the outside. She kept singing its praises and loving every bit of it. She said “this would be an easy home for a blind person – you could find everything and never get lost”.
And just one more story: being quite senior we do not expect to turn the heads of 7 tattooed hard core middle aged motorcyclists but we turned each head as we drove out of a gas station.
Towing was so easy - often forgot it was back there until we would see people staring.
All in all not great camping but great fun.
