Chapter 1: Silas sets the hook...

Here it is, the first picture we got of the trailer that Silas thought would be perfect for us. It's a 1952 Boles Aero, the Miramar.

 He sent us these pictures back in April sometime, and said we should go check out the trailer, a field trip out of town. It had been parked under some big Doug firs for the past three years.

I couldn't really tell what was going on in these pictures, but Fred knew, and said it was a before and after thing, where the before was Silas tearing out the rotten wood, putting in new insulation, and getting it ready for new paneling. 

Oh, really? Ok.
See, Fred knew what all those drippy blotchy marks on the wood meant. He knows all about dry rot and wet rot and caulking on windows that used to open, but don't anymore...maybe they're sealed for a really good reason? Uh huh...

 

But all that didn't really register with me. This is what I saw: the tiny little white fridge. How cute is that??

Here's the thing that really made both of us kind of fall in love.

The range. Her name is Dixie. Fred wants to roast a chicken.

Like, right now. 

Darn you, Dixie! So cute!

You and the little green vinyl dinette.

We're gonna take you home and fix you up!!