It was a heart stopping moment when the trailer fell of its blocks; then it came to a grinding halt...
Our property is lovely - I can't lie. It's on a rocky slope with cliffs behind to the north, facing south so that it always has lots of light, even in the winter.
Sadly, here in British Columbia and probably lots of other places, the only way that most of us can afford a piece of acreage is to also buy a ratty old trailer so that we only need to come up with a down payment of 5%.
Acreage without a house on it requires a much larger down payment, which generally puts it out of reach of many. Hence, the ugly and soul sucking mobile homes.
Because this one had reached the end of it's sad and miserable life, was infested with mold, mice and a million and one other problems, it's not worth handing that along to a new owner, so we went ahead and dragged it out of the way of our project.
Having the existing septic, water supply and electricity handy made this all doable; having to relocate all the services would have held up the whole thing, probably for years - we just don't have time to waste.
Now the trailer is parked in the driveway, waiting to be dismantled for scrap.
You may be wondering what we did with all our stuff - some was moved into sheds, like Bliss, and the Mercantile is serving as our cook shack. Other things are stored in the Eggporeum, and Glory Be the root cellar. Lots of things are still inside the trailer, waiting for us to retrieve them from the mice.
What's next? Site preparation, of course!