We decided to purchase our T@B 400 from a smaller dealership in Texas. In January, we placed our order with NuCamp. The trailer was scheduled to arrive in May, but due to pandemic-created shortages, it was delayed. In mid-June we received a call from our dealer. The trailer was ready for pick-up.
So, we binged a bunch of YouTube videos and packed the truck with stuff: sewer hoses and throw pillows; water filters and tea kettles; surge protectors and bed linens; chocks and blocks and cutlery.
With the truck loaded up, we left Los Angeles and began the three-day drive to Texas. The first day was hot and muggy. We drove with our sunglasses on and the air-conditioning turned up. The second day was wet and stormy. At one point, the rain was so blinding, we had to pull to the side of the freeway. Water swirled beneath the tires of the truck.
On the third day, we reached the dealership. Our tiny trailer was parked out front, rain-rinsed and waiting. The mechanic installed the sway bar, but had difficulty with the back-up camera. Our dealer suspected faulty equipment. We agreed to begin our road trip without the camera, trusting that our dealer would contact NuCamp and negotiate a replacement.
By the time we left the dealership, it was dusk. We couldn’t make it to our scheduled campsite, so we spent our first night at a Flying J parking lot. The air was moist and sticky—we couldn’t run the air-conditioner while boondocking. Bea and I transferred items from the truck to the trailer, and our family fell asleep to the sound of freeway traffic and generators.
It wasn’t how we’d hoped to spend our first evening in our tiny home, but we had our T@B and we were on our way.
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