
The wife and I, well, mainly I, had been looking for a camper this year. I was at first thinking of a pop up for the ease of towing and amount of beds, but I really never found one that would work. I had discovered vintage camper restorations earlier this year, but had never seen them for sale in this area. Then, about 3 weeks ago, after months of daily craigslist monitoring, I found a 1960 Yellowstone 19' camper. It needed some work, but the outside was in great shape and most of the original parts were there. I went and looked at it and bought it the next week. The previous owner is really helpful and has fixed up quite a few of these. He offered to be a resource for me as I renovate this and I’m sure I’ll be using him. (Thanks, L!)
So, to explain the title…I described the search and the purchase…now the ride home! We hitched it up to the Suburban with the temporary lights and I headed home for the 3 mile drive home. It was definitely the heaviest trailer I have towed, but I was high off the experience and quite excited. Then after about a mi

le…BAM! I looked in the rear view mirror to see the camper about 10 feet behind me, riding on the tongue, sparking like crazy…Oh sh*t. Naturally, I let off the gas and hit the brakes…guess what…the trailer didn’t slow down. That is, until it hit me. It had gone perfectly straight and after it hit me, it went to the side of the road and stopped. It broke the back window of the Suburban and dented the front corner of the camper. It could have been so much worse. Thank you, Jesus. One of the front propane tanks had the regulator broke off and bent the main valve up.
How did it happen, you ask? This is where I should lie and tell you the old camper just came undone, but it is funny enough now, I can speak of it. When I put the hitch in the receiver, it was dark and I actually put the pin in behind the hitch. The weight of the trailer held it in until I hit a big enough bump and then…wow, I still can’t believe it. All is well. Next - a look inside!