Since I got back from my first trip with my Teardrop, it has been right back to work, so I haven't had much time to check back in with an update on how it all went. I finally got some of my photos uploaded (I really didn't take all that many since I was too busy doing nothing).
I originally had big plans of leaving Thursday night. I worked on the trailer until the afternoon of that day, getting the battery wired in (mostly done by a friend), buttoning up some critical areas (I had to build a temporary door for the tongue box), and cleaning the trailer and shop. By the time I was packed, it was well into the evening, so I decided to just leave on Friday morning. The picture in my last post was taken Thursday night. That was the first time I had ever towed my trailer down the road, and my teardrop trailer spent its first night out in the weather.
Friday morning, while preparing to leave, I noticed something concerning: the front canvas near the tongue box had stretched and was beginning to bubble slightly (due to dew - haha). After some well-placed thumbtacks (too late to do anything at that point), I loaded up some last few belongings and headed off down the road to my destination, about 130 miles away in central Oregon.
I watched the bubbling canvas on the front of my trailer in my rearview mirror, but it looked like it was held down well by the aluminum "suspenders" (honestly, that's exactly what it looks like), and the trim along the top of the tongue box. My 1991 Ford Ranger, which has the 2.3L 4cylinder motor was put to a thorough test as I took the most hilly route to State Route 14 (In anticipation of a long grade up to the campground, I wanted to make sure it could handle the climb). WA SR-14 itself is a winding route along the Columbia Gorge, and it makes for some beautiful scenic driving. Somewhere near halfway to my destination, I stopped at a rest area, and spotted a view that was neither beautiful nor scenic. My teardrop trailer had developed a tumor.
Similar to the front of my trailer, a portion of the roof canvas at the back near the hatch must not have been stretched tightly enough, or saturated well enough with paint/glue to form a solid bond. The heat and air flow worked itself under the canvas, causing it to bubble up 1-2 inches above where it should lay. The odd part was that it must have only been a few pinholes that the air was going into, because it did not deflate until I got to the campground and poked it a few times with another thumbtack. But I am getting ahead of myself...
After that little shock, I had to just tell myself to relax and wait until later to fix the problem, I had stressed far too much in the last couple of weeks to bother with one more issue. I had tarps anyway. The rest of the drive was uneventful. I refueled in The Dalles, Oregon, where I determined that my little pickup had only burned through about 5.5 gallons of gasoline (not bad... right about 20 miles per gallon). The grade heading south from The Dalles was my biggest concern leading up to the drive, and it turned out that my choice of tow vehicle was just fine after all. The manual transmission helped immensely, although I had to grind up the grade in 3rd gear at about 50 miles per hour (heater maxed out with windows wide open to make sure I didn't overheat). The elevation gain is intense, about 2600 feet in 22 miles to the Tygh Grade Summit from the Columbia River. Going down the other side was a matter of riding my brakes for several miles (just kidding, I simply selected a lower gear and let friction do its thing).
When I got to the campground, I only had to give about ten tours to intrigued parties before I could eat my lunch and get camp set up. My solution to the bubbled roof problem was to park under a tree and string up a large tarp. Problem solved (for the weekend anyhow).
The rest of the weekend was largely relaxing and uneventful. Ate too much barbecued food, stayed up too late talking to friends, and woke up earlier than I might have liked (I was right next to a cow pasture and they got pretty raucous in the morning). A few events are shown in the pictures, but most of the time was spent just unwinding, which was totally OK with me after two weeks and probably 60-80 hours of time working on my trailer to get it ready to go.
On Monday morning (Memorial Day here in the states), I packed it all up and hit the road once more, stopping in The Dalles for lunch with some friends. The roof bubbled up once again on the home journey, but at that point it was expected, and I knew there was enough holding the canvas in place that it wouldn’t fly away on me (trim, hurricane hinge, roof vent, etc.).
Since unloading it on Monday, I haven’t done anything with the trailer, and it will probably remain that way for a few more days, especially since I no longer have a big deadline looming overhead.
Remaining tasks:
Determine what can be done about the roof I may be able to get it to stick down again. As you can see in the picture after I got home, the fabric has mostly settled back down, although redoing the roof with aluminum or some other material would not be extremely difficult.
Galley cabinetry needs finished
Galley countertop needs to be surfaced
Interior cabinets need doors or some other solution (possibly removable baskets)
LED light strips inside could use some valances to make the lighting more indirect (right now they are incredibly bright).
Radio needs to be replaced or fixed (it was a unit that I had sitting around so it was questionable anyway)
TLDR: Went camping. Look, pictures! V V V V
Camp set up, I quickly turned into the chuck wagon for mine and my friends' foodstuffs.

The "Mini Winnie" a tiny travel trailer built by a friend of mine, although it has teardrop characteristics. It sports a double bunk bed and fold out countertop in the back, as well as many nifty repurposed accessories, such as a projector screen for an awning (not to mention for a projector screen, if you use the prop rods on the roof). He came up with some pretty cool stuff on this thing, and the best part its that his tow vehicle is a hatchback Geo Metro

. I think he may have been the cause of many near-collisions as people rubber-necked and took pictures. Seriously though, everyone has seen a motorhome pulling a Geo on a tow bar, but what about the inverse?



Saturday trip to White River Falls. Nice waterfall, and it also has an abandoned powerhouse that has some cool stuff to check out inside.



Sunday evening cruise with some friends who wanted to do a photo shoot of their Mustangs. Amazing view of Mt. Hood from the location, and a great drive up there as well. Three generations of American automobile manufacturing (although two are owned by Canadians

).


And finally, a everything unpacked on Monday afternoon when I got home.

For those of you who made it through that long ramble, I salute your courage and fortitude. Speaking of which, I shouldn't leave this without saying a heartfelt thank you to all of our military veterans, past and present. Memorial Day is not just another day off of work. It was set aside to honor those who have laid down their lives in service. May their bravery and sacrifice never be forgotten.
-Jesse
Never mind the maneuvers, always go straight at 'em. - Horatio Nelson