“It’s 8 miles away!” Colin said, ecstatic. We’ve been waiting for our trailer for months and now it was 15 minutes from us. I looked up from my Kindle and gave him a nervous smile.
Truth is, you can talk about your plans with your partner, with your friends, with your coworkers. You can think about it, dream about it, look at pictures, read stories, learn from other riders who have taken similar routes. But until you walk inside what will be your 12ft home-on-wheels for the next 13 months… it’s not real.
Meeting The Trailer
Our first reaction was a pleasant surprise. “This is actually really niiiiice,” we kept beaming at each other. Turns out we inadvertently prepared for a matchbox and found ourselves in a cozy tiny-house. One we could actually live in with two animals.
We unfolded the sofas and lowered the bed, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. Then we sat at our removable dinette and pretended we were eating, working on our computers, petting the animals and so fourth. Our acting—besides making us laugh away a surreal moment—helped bring us closer to our adventure and highlight any incompatibilities in advance.
(Of course we can’t imagine the unknown, but we can pretend).
Eventually we brushed ourselves off of our apprehension and rediscovered the potent motorcycle fuel that propelled us to begin with. We were pumped. We were ready. We realized our trailer can be a comfortable home once we adapt—once I adapt—to our conservative wardrobes and efficient, multi-use kitchenware.
Time to bring Bailey and Pumpkin.