Michelle and I were told of a camper in California that was needing a good home. Thank you, Ken S. for contacting the site and letting us know about this camper.
It took about a nanosecond to decide we were going to California. I casually (and sheepishly) mentioned to Michelle that there was an orphaned camper in California. Her immediate response was, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go and get it!”
We found a house-sitter and hit the road at 3AM. These trips are never dull. 40 miles away from home, our 42 year old truck decided it needed a new alternator. I had packed the equivalent of a small parts store in the back, so it was really just an annoyance and a little lost time. Thanks go out to the Sky City Casino for the use of its well-lit parking lot. Soon after being back on the road, it started to rain. It continued to rain for another 800 miles, or so. Could’ve been worse, I suppose. Like snow…
We rolled into Arroyo Grande, California, around 9:30PM. Tired and punchy, but a pretty easy trip, overall. We were very fortunate to be picking up the camper from the very nicest couple, Greg and Laurie. They let us stay in their beautiful 5th wheel. Fed us like royalty, and just spoiled us rotten. I didn’t want to leave! What a gorgeous place they have, just minutes from the beach.
The camper had been sitting on the ground for years. It was now hiding behind a large dirt pile, and would need to be pivoted at least 45 degrees before I could line up the old truck. Someone had recently tried to move it by dragging it with a chain, unsuccessfully. They managed to plow the front portion down into the sand about a foot. Greg worked like a dog, plus had a lot of great ideas. This was not the simplest operation. We dug out the dirt from under the front portion of the camper that was buried, just enough to slide a cradle I had built under the belly. We used bottle jacks and wood blocks to raise the camper slightly above ground level. Greg had some long pipes and suggested we swivel the camper into position using the pipes like a turntable. It worked great! We then continued jacking and blocking until it was high enough to get the actual camper jacks under it. We managed to load it on the truck in about 8 hours. No one was injured, which was the important thing. It’s a little unnerving to stand next to a 2900# object on somewhat wobbly jacks that are seated on a bed of sand. The pucker factor is high.
Before we headed back home, Greg and Laurie took us on a sight-seeing tour of the stunningly beautiful area. We then reluctantly packed our stuff, and sadly said goodbye. We acquired yet another American Road camper, but even better was that we made some really great friends. It was a fun trip.