We are in Sugarcreek, Ohio, population 2,200. We are pretty much in the middle of a cornfield.
Well, there are rows of corn on three sides of the road that winds into the tiny campground where are parked. The closest structure I can see is two towering grain silos on the horizon.
Very few power poles dot the landscape as we are in Amish country. Sugarcreek is called the little Switzerland of Ohio, but names on farms and storefronts hint there are quite a few Deutschlanders here, too.
We made the 14-hour drive across three states to attend a rally of teardrop camper trailers.
These modern versions of the vintage style are made by Nucamp, a company down the road, past the silos. The campground is fence to fence with these small t@bs and t@gs, all part of the tiny trailer family.
Our “Joshua” was constructed here. This camp is for the “newbies” that want to learn how to operate their homes for the open road. There are all ages here and from all walks of life.
I’ve learned so much more than how to get my trailer level or how to store the black water hose. Here’s a few of the wise words that have been passed my way.
Sharon from Tennessee planned on taking to the road with her husband. They made three trips and the big “C” took him. Her children said “Go mom.” And she is. She is checking off her list and making it happen. She is surrounded by like minded people who help and share ideas.
There is an interesting couple that are from Dearborn, Michigan where the Henry Ford museum is located. He commented that he had a friend come to town and was delighted to visit the Ford landmarks. My new friend said, “Wanna guess how many times I’ve been? Zero, ‘cuz it’s there, and I could go any time.” I think we all are guilty of that.
I met the nice couple who slowly rolled into trailer camping. Trip one was in their garage. Trip two was in a state park 10 miles from their house. His face lit up when he bragged how nice the park was! Sure, they made a few runs home for forgotten items. Sure, they were close enough to hit a few of their favorite restaurants for meals. But they discovered something new by looking at their area through a tourist’s eyes.
A cute couple from Wisconsin said when they drove in with their small camper their three teenage sons wondered what the plan was, as in, what about us? They laughed and hinted that was kinda the idea. They were looking forward to some escapes without the whole family in tow.
She said sometimes she gets in her trailer at home and her boys roll their eyes and say “Mom’s in the trailer!” There is a reason the “She Sheds” are popular, because sometimes moms need to hide. Sometimes hideouts are in the backyard, sometimes they are a tanning bed or a salon appointment. Ours is teardrop shaped.
An 80-year-old retired engineer gave up sleeping on the ground in a tent and pulls his trailer with a vintage Lincoln Town Car. He is crossing the country, wondering if he should sell his house or sell his camper. He is headed south after the rally with his t@g. I think his house is north.
Our neighbor lady is traveling with her large dog because her husband doesn’t want to go. Her tiny abode is decorated for her tastes and she remarks that many of her friends are content to never see more of the world. We both sigh.
These confessions of fellow travelers, of fellow adventurers are good reminders about making things happen. There is a big world out there, if you want to see more of it, go. It doesn’t always have to be far or costly to be fun and interesting. You’ve just got to do it. Go.
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Patti Beth Anderson has more than 20 years of experience in the group travel industry taking people all over the world. Her motto is "I return with the same number of people I left with… not necessarily the same people, but the same number nevertheless. So no 'crankpots' allowed" She may be reached at 918-786-3318 or firstname.lastname@example.org.