
As a little kid, my folks let me camp in a home-made burlap bag material pup tent in our back yard. At least we could do dumb things out there that the folks never found out about. Later, when I met the love of my life, my folks took us camping in Wisconsin and Canada, using their huge tent, when my sweetie found out you don't pee at night with one foot down hill. Later, after we married, we graduated to camping with the kids in Canada, in our station wagon, then moved up to a truck-mounted slide-in cab-over camper, which we used when the kids were little, driving to the midwest every other year, checking out the sights along the way.
Our next step was givng a 29 ft 5th wheel trailer a try, but my truck was too small to handle the load, so after I retired, we bought a 22 foot class C mini motorhome. We loved it and traveled in it for a couple of years, then graduated to a 28 ft class A motorhome, which we traveled in for 6 years, checking out our grandkids and visited 46 states and 245 highschool friends and relatives, all across the US. Unforgettable years, which I will never forget.
Gas prices sky rocketed and we sold it, and to my wife's dismay, (you expect me to sleep in that thing?) I built my first woody teardrop trailer. After a few trips to various sights and campgrounds, and meeting the friendly TD'ers, she was sold on teardropping and loved it. As time went on and we both became a private pilots, we continued to explore the western' US, making numerous trips to amazing airport locations, in such places as Death Valley, Catalina Island, Tombstone, AZ, Mexico and Central Calif dude ranches. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Wouldn't have changed it for the world. Now, life goes on, without her, thanks to my teardrop interests. Now in my aging years, I have an option to sit at home, watch TV and drink beer on the couch, or go out there and enjoy TD life.

Roly, Teardropping and lovin' it.