Back in April, Kendrick and I moved from a T@G named Phoenix into a T@B named Rocky. Life has been a crazy roller-coaster of lessons, and we’ve learned quite a bit about living in our T@B on the road.
Finally, we’d like to share a little bit about our home, and some must-have items to making full-timing easier.
So you want your bike while you’re on the road, you say? But you can’t find a good place to put it, you say? Well I had the same problem! Can’t go on top of the car, because I’m too short and that’s where I store things. It can’t go on the hatchback of the car because I don’t want to move them just to open the door. Can’t go behind the trailer because it’s too long and I like my clearance.
Three years ago I didn’t know what a trailer rally was. Now they are the hub of my relationships with new friends and “camping family”. I recently attended the Texas Tiny Trailer Rally hosted by Princess Craft. Besides being a wholesome place to meet like-minded folks, rallies provide a unique opportunity to see a slew of great ideas all in one place!
I’ve attended my fair share of trailer rallies over the past couple of years, so I thought I knew exactly what to expect at this event. For the most part I was right – good food, good friends, and a boatload of great new ideas. Yet there were a few things I was still surprised by, namely the peaceful atmosphere and the picturesque landscape. However, by far the most surprising thing was the single most common word used by all the campers to describe one another: family.
As if living in a 70 sq. ft. “house” wasn’t difficult enough, add a second person and learn how to really prioritize the things that are important in life! Join me and Kendrick as we merge our two tiny dwelling lives into one. Some things are just worth a risk.
As you all know, I spent the best year of my life living in a tiny T@G teardrop trailer. When the time came to move on, I took Phoenix back home to the nüCamp factory in Sugarcreek, OH and picked up my new Outback T@B, Rocky.
I often tell people that my life flows like a book. A series of chapters – short stories, really – roughly bound together to create the larger volume of my life. Each week I find myself in a new place, for a new reason, sitting in a new situation. The characters and settings change while I remain. As such, my stories with Phoenix were coming to a close. I am not sad. I will remember each night with fondness as I eagerly pursue new adventures by new means. And so, it was time to meet Rocky.