Trailer Park Boy

One of our challenges in planning was figuring out where we were going to crash every night after working on the house. Tents are only great for the first couple of nights...and they're not cool at all with two large, smelly, panting dogs on a stifling hot summer night.

Just before the home show this spring, we made a quick run to Lorneville, a little coastal village outside Saint John, to respond to a "For Sale" ad in the Buyer Flyer. Some intense negotiations ensued between me and an elder longshoreman, and voila: we became the proud owners of this baby - a 1977 22-ft Shasta camper trailer. Now we just need some patio lights.

Here's Dave after a long afternoon of scrubbing it up in preparation for our move in date.