Larry's comment on California desert trailers made me recall the "camping trips" I took with buddies in high school. They consisted of a case of beer and a jar of peanuts. One time I borrowed my friends sisters Lone Ranger sleeping bag that only came up to my chest and slept in the dirt in the howling wind. Those were the days :-)
But we did find the exact scenario Larry mentioned in the middle of nowhere in the CA desert...
About 4 years ago, I took down a ‘55 Starfire to the frame and found coat hooks made out of the legs from a small hooved animal. There was a home made gun rack in the wardrobe closet.
I was responsible for tearing down the trailer and disposing of all the belongings that were inside. This included some slides from family trips, decades old financial records, some Christmas lit yard deer, as well as plenty of rat droppings and cat or raccoon droppings to have a poop party. Here is just a sample.
Someone had taken an old ash tray from a vintage 40’s car and inserted into the side of the kitchen cabinet on the bed side. It still had cigarette butts in it. Smoking in bed...
The trailer had last been registered in 1973 and it looked like it had not been moved since. I had found the registration in a small frame near the door.
"I get that queasy how in the hell will this thing ever go back together feeling.” - PT