Happy Campers — Meet the Teeny Weeny Trailer Die-hards

If you’ve been following my teeny weeny trailer travels, you know that I hit the road and have adventures in Virginia, my 1968 Scotty camper. But some of you have expressed concern: Am I alone? Am I safe? Am I off my rocker?

I can’t answer the last question — although I think it’s pretty darn sane to want to see the country via back roads — but I’m definitely not alone, and I’m super safe. Why? Because Virginia and I camp with other “tin can tourists,” or folks for whom vintage trailer camping is also a passion. Straight people. Gay people. Older people. Younger people. Men. Women. Midwesterners and southerners, cowgirls and artists, even dogs with their very own teeny weeny trailers. You name ’em, they tow ’em.

That’s why, this week, I thought I’d introduce you to some of the most die-hard trailer camping folks across the country.