Where To Begin?

Six months have passed since I sold the condo, bought a teardrop trailer and left my home state of Maine. It’s hard to know where to begin—back in July 2018—or now, on New Years Day, 2019?

Starting with pictures, since taking pictures is one of the passions driving this trip.

Coco at Campobello July 2018

My teardrop trailer is a 2018 T@B model 320-S Boondock. They’re made in Sugarcreek, OH by NüCamp, who employ many of the Amish residents in their area. The quality of workmanship is superb. They use solid wood, dovetailed cabinetry jointing, and durable materials and components. The “Boondock” models have extra clearance with large off-road tires and a pitched axle. It’s lightweight and tows easily with a small truck.

I named her Coco because her profile reminds me of a small hen—

Coco has a small kitchen with a two burner propane stove, a sink with hot and cold running water and a three way refrigerator. She has a toilet with a shower, and air conditioner, a two way, three speed fan, and an Alde radiant heat furnace that runs on electric or propane. The dinette table swivels to multiple positions, and can be removed to make up a 70 by 73-inch bed. The windows are double paned with screens and shades. Altogether a pleasant, light-filled space.

I must say, I was clueless about the ins and outs of owning, towing and maintaining a travel trailer. I’d been listening to and watching You tube videos and podcasts about traveling the country in small, lightweight trailers for a few months.

So… I had what turned out to be unrealistic expectations of the dealership in Bangor, Maine, to acquaint me with all the systems onboard. The only previous towing and backing up experience I could claim was with a lightweight boat trailer!

However, anyone who knows me knows I have confidence. That’s how I roll. How hard could it be? As I drove out of the lot, I asked myself if I was making a mistake, and then just drove onto the turnpike on-ramp figuring I’d cross bridges one by one as they appeared.

That evening, I was set up in the provincial park on Campobello Island. Unhitching was easy; hitching up again was easy. I spent several days on Campobello, in Lubec, Eastport and West Quoddy Head. Then I stayed in campgrounds in Maine and Vermont, knowing with each night I spent on the road that I hadn’t, after all, made a colossal mistake.

West Quoddy Head
Bar Harbor
Cadillac Mtn.