Growing up, my sis and I went on many camping trips with Mom and Dad. We had a camper on Dad’s big old Ford pick-up, then later upgraded to a trailer. I liked the camper best because of its small size. We also got to ride in the camper and look out front through the circular windows, singing songs all the way to our camp spot. In the morning, Mom would fry up slices of Spam with a side of eggs and buttermilk pancakes. Then, we’d go for a hike and hang outside all day. Mom brought Yahtzee and cards and we’d play games crammed together around the little table until it was time for bed.
I loved the adventure of camping as a kid and now 45 years later I was toying with buying my first trailer. I discovered the teardrop T@B, a retro design only 15 feet in length. It had everything I would need, including a kitchen, bathroom, and ability to stream music via Bluetooth. I was sold. I found a cute red and white 2016 CSS-S model at Blue Dog RV.
Within a couple weeks, I embarked on my first solo adventure. It was the middle of winter and chilly in the Pacific Northwest, but I didn’t care. That tiny T@B trailer was calling my name. I made a reservation for Taidnapam, a nice woodsy campground near a river, just 1 ½ hours from home. I pulled into the campground.
Thank goodness I found a pull-thru spot. I can barely back up my car with a back-up camera, let alone back up a trailer. Two friendly camp hosts, Joe and Evelyn welcomed me. Joe ensured I had everything hooked up correctly.
Darkness approached extra early in the forest. Now what? It must be time for dinner. I opened the back clamshell and rummaged through my fridge for some chicken and salad makings. Sheesh… it was cold outside. Hot water for tea would be good. I clicked on the burner, flicked the lighter and got a flame. Despite being 32 degrees, the water heated up fast. Soon it was pitch black. Who turned out all the lights? Okay, don’t panic. There aren’t wild animals in the campground. Uhhh… maybe there are. I slammed the back of the trailer, raced inside and locked the door. I put on some 70s soft rock music and pulled out a blank canvas and paints. I fell asleep with the book, Glamping with Mary Jane, all cozy wrapped in an electric blanket.
The next morning, I awoke to raindrops dancing on the roof. Breakfast consisted of oatmeal, yogurt, and a cup of coffee. Next, I pulled on warm fleece and a rain coat to go for a walk. I snapped photos and collected rocks while I wandered the path by the river. In the distance, a deer caught my eye. As long as there were no bears, I’d be fine. Drenched from the rain, I headed back to my trailer to warm up before I drove home. With a mug of hot chocolate in my hand, I gazed out the window and admired the variety of towering cedar trees and ferns in the forest. A blue jay chattered in the nearby tree. Did I have to leave? Winter camping in the rain, who would have thought it would be such fun? I’ve already booked my next trip in two weeks.