I took the cover off my next project to photograph everything and measure every angle. No two measurements are exactly the same. The floor, walls and windows are all slightly off. Rot caused some things to shift and some screwy things came from the factory. This is a perfect example where every piece is a template and a only suggestion.
I may be moving in a few months and I have medical issues to deal with so I'm not sure when I'll start. I'd hate to get it apart and then have to move it. It's very fragile and I had to do a lot of support framing to get it home last summer from Texas.
This is exactly what uhaul doesn't want you to do with their car transports.
I think when I get the skin off a lot of the wall framing will crumble. It’s so beautiful in it’s rotted original state I almost hate to touch it. It’s like Carter entering King tut’s tomb with a gallon of paint and a hammer.
One of the things that attract may hubby and me about old things is the known, unknown and unknowable stories behind them. Our house once had a precursor of a SWAT team descend on it in the middle of the night to capture several men who had stolen and hidden iweapons from the nearby military base in the attic. Or the one about the very proper lady who had a pump organ in the “parlor” and asked a male neighbor if he “would like to come play my organ.”
But there are also the stories we get from camping. Just walking across the ground on the property where we keep Hamlet half the year, it’s impossible to ignore the large bumps and humps that make walking difficult (ancient trees that died and turned into nurse logs) and the huge stumps of old growth trees that are rotting away. I wonder about the lives of the men who sawed them down, working in clothing that got thicker with age from sap, and the families that waited at home for hem, not knowing their fates.
We know little of Hamlet’s story except that he had spent time as a hunter’s flop. So I imagined several stories and wrote them down for our grandkids. Your Shasta has several years more history than Hamlet does. I wonder what stories it could tell.
Digging on that white stove. Looks in really good shape actually. Well, you know, you can turn it into an outside office over the weekend. Just add some varnish and sand down a few spots. The fragrance of past cute rodent activity will make you feel closer to nature. and you can use it as your office. I really don't see why not. That way you can keep using your office in the house for storing trailer parts. Just an option vs. working on this little puppy.
Looking forward to another NCcamper project.
"I get that queasy how in the hell will this thing ever go back together feeling.” - PT