The Beginning

This fall my wife and I gave up the housing market, the rental market, the house-to-share market, even the move-in-with-the-kids market. Let's face it, every one of those options has a loser and no real winners. So, we moved into a 37 foot Avion trailer. Avions are a a bit like Airstreams; with shiny aluminum shells, real wood cabinets, and generally well made appliances. The fact that ours is 25 years old means it is a survivor. Much like ourselves.
I am never happy with the way things are. I am constantly compelled to obsess over inferior ideas, inconsiderate design, poor workmanship, lack of planning, and the use of materials and labor that compromise the ideals with which the product was conceived, usualyl for the sake of profit.
I don't actually object to profit. I think that anyone with something of value to offer is entitled to the opportunity to make a profit. The trouble is that "value" is a subjective concept and the difference between "real value" and "perceived value" is where excess profits are made.
I digress. (Something readers of this blog should be aware of is that I digress often.)
Our trailer, purchased form a young man living near Everson, Washington, (about a 120 miles north of us) seemed like a good deal. Even for $5,000. What we discovered, after we had it towed by a pig farmer with a diesel powered pick-up and anti-swaybars to a friend's property, where we were to take up residenc e on the edge of her horse pasture, was that the aluminum shell was not quite as waterproof as advertised.