Life in a Camoflauge Trailer

I settled in Taos, New Mexico for awhile in between the years of living in my truck. A friend gave me this 1950′abandoned bubble trailer.  The first 3 months I owned it, I slept in my truck and just used it as a storage unit.

While various friends let me park it outside their houses, I could never leave it anywhere too long because it was so ugly.

Since neither the camoflauge nor white side matched the desert backdrop, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

There were a lot of things wrong with the trailer.  My friend Brian patched up the rectangular section near the tire after a coyote crawled through the hole, under my bed, and broke into my kitchen through the sink cabinet.

The roof also had a huge hole in it, so I threw a pool toy on top of it and used an old tire as a paperweight. It worked like a charm!My favorite thing about camo trailer was the fact that it was a “Corvette.”

This was my bathroom.  A bucket with wood chips. No liquids allowed.

(This is, of course, just a reinactment.  I would never leave my bags that close to my toilet.)

On beautiful days. using the bathroom outside was great. The views were unbelievable.

But in the winter time, it was a little chilly.

Sometimes it was pretty scary living in that trailer. Besides all the coyotes, there were also ghosts.

One pieces of land I had it parked on was haunted – most likely because the Governor of New Mexico had been murdered there back in the day.

Eventually, the sad day came when I had to say good-bye to camo trailer. I moved back into my truck for awhile, then ventured off to NYC.

I’m glad I left her behind. It would have been impossible to find parking for her in the city.

When I got to New York, I moved out of my truck and into this cubicle made of sheets.

Although I’ve been living in an apartment the last few years, I go to places in New York where I can feel at home.

like this bar Trailer Park

My trailer isn’t nearly as nice as Trailer Park’s trailer

and the people who hang out in this trailer park are way more sophisticated

than my trailer park friends in Taos.

I got to thinking about my old life.

Then I really got to thinking about it.

Then I passed out.  For narcoleptics, drinking makes narcoleptic attacks worse.

While passed out, I dreamt about Toas,

the view I had from my toilet,

and my old life on the road

When I woke up, I knew I had to do Summer Tour 2009. And the rest is history.

While I continue to live in my truck part of the year and my NYC apartment the rest of the year, my old trailer is doing well.

I sold her to my friends and she has her own backyard now

To see pics of the cubicle I lived in, click
http://melaniehamlett.com/2009/05/06/my-first-home-…made-of-sheets/