Saying Goodbye to Gina
Vintage trailers are more than just wood and aluminum. You put your heart and soul into fixing them up. You decorate them to suit your style (and their era). You pull them around to places you never dreamed you’d ever see. They become your home away from home. They follow you to the Anasazi ruins of Arizona. They barely screech around the tight curves of the Apache Trail. They keep you warm and dry during rain storms in the Sedona desert. You even take them home to visit your family. They bounce and roll their way into your heart and soul.
And then comes the time when you have to say goodbye to them; to something that has become a serious part of your life. That time came today for me and Embee. The rule is we can only have one trailer. There is only room for one trailer on our small city driveway (this is a mantra I have to keep repeating to keep me from a serious disease Embee has dubbed VTAS—Vintage Trailer Acquisition Syndrome).
So we placed ads for Gina on Craigslist and on Tincantourists.com. New owners found her the first day. And great new owners they are. Gina is their second vintage trailer and I knew they were perfect to take over the care of Gina when they showed us pictures of their last trailer still on their iPhone! (Not unlike wonderful grandparents, huh?) After a multitude of phone calls and a bit of negotiation they headed north to Great Falls and I could tell it was love at first sight. Following over an hour of visiting and a walk through, Curt and Linda drove away with Gina in tow. They live close enough (180 miles….which is close Montana style) that they offered visitation rights. I might just have to meet Linda and Gina for a few nights of camping to visit with a new friend—as well as an old one.
It’s true that parting is such sweet sweet sorrow.