The Avion Trailer is in place!

It was a crazy ride up the mountain, but thanks to the u-ship people, we got this beast anchored.

The Avion trailer was a wedding gift from Robert's parents. Really they just wanted it off their lot as they are selling the house, but my new mom didn't want to necessarily get rid of it.

As I kept admiring it, they decided it would be a good addition to our new little cottage.

I love it! I can't wait to restore it or upgrade it.

Robert and I lived in this thing for a week in his parents backyard with our three dogs and two cats while we waited for escrow to close on our new house. Of course Robert had lived in this before when he was waiting for escrow to close on his first house. That took six months due to a fire and repairs needed... Boy what luck. But it did work out in his favor as he ended up with an upgraded home... And this time was a nightmare too. but we're here! And this trailer is here!

Anyway, I have space for visitors now!

I don't like the upholstery, so used some curtains as covers and my old comforter.

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