She may be tiny but that doesn’t mean my new vintage trailer can’t accomplish big things in her new role at the Wild Burro Rescue in Olancha, CA.

I’ve never forgotten about all the awesome trips my father and I used to take in our family camper while growing up in Bakersfield, CA. All those vivid memories came rushing back a few years ago after I started booking Airstream’s and other types of travel trailers through Airbnb while out on my adventures. One of the first ones to get me hooked on the whole trailer lifestyle fantasy was this 1974 31-foot Airstream located out near Joshua Tree named Wanda. Who hasn’t fantasized about hitting the road in one of these classics?

This 1970’s Coachmen located near San Diego helped me realize that living small can be comfortable as long as your trailer has a good layout and plenty of storage space.

This more modern Airstream in Sonora has become my favorite place to stay while adventuring around California’s Gold Country.

And when I’m out exploring in the San Diego area, this 1968 Silver Streak known as the Echo Nymph is the place I prefer to use as my launching pad.

I rented this vintage Silver Streak in Pioneertown for its isolated location, stunning views and the thousands of acres of Wildlands Conservancy land that borders the property.

And on one of my most recent trips up north, I stayed in this amazing reimagined Airstream located in Santa Rosa’s trendy SOFA district which had an awesome backyard garden with chickens and complimentary wine made from the owners own small vineyard. Yeah, it’s pretty easy to fall in love with the whole trailer lifestyle fantasy but my dream of having my very own Airbnb vintage trailer wouldn’t work on my small Los Angeles hillside property. Not one to give up, I came up with an even better option.

Since I’ve dedicated a large part of the last three years of my life to the Wild Burro Rescue and Preservation Project, why not put my vintage trailer there?

Sure, I would miss the tiny little cabin that I’ve called home while volunteering and hosting my events at the Rescue over these past few years but having my own trailer on the property wouldn’t cost the Rescue a thing, would open up another cabin for guests to stay in while I’m there and would allow me to dedicate even more of my free time to the cause that I care so much about.

And since a tiny vintage trailer wouldn’t take up much space on the Rescue’s massive 130+ acres, I figured Diana Chontos, the founder (and friend), wouldn’t have a problem with it. Fortunately, I was right and as soon as she gave me the okay, my search for the perfect vintage trailer was on.

I spent the next month constantly searching through sites like Little Vintage Trailer, Sisters on the Fly, FB Marketplace and my favorite, Vintage Camper Trailers, which is where I eventually found the trailer of my dreams.

She was the perfect size and fit my aesthetic to a tee. All I had to do now was persuade the owners that I would be the best person to take care of their precious little trailer once they were done with it.

I spent the next month begging them not to sell her to anyone else until I got a chance to see her in person. The only problem was they were on a road trip through Oregon and I wouldn’t be able to meet up with them until their next stop in California’s Gold Country the following month.

It was a very stressful 30 days but they eventually agreed to hold off on showing her to anyone else until I could see her in person for myself in mid-November. Maybe the (horrible) photoshopped pictures I emailed them actually worked in my favor?

On November 15, 2018, I drove 7 hours overnight from LA to Nevada City, CA to finally see her face to face. After a thorough inspection, I signed a promise to purchase agreement and handed over a small down payment to seal the deal.

All I had to do now was wait another two months until they completed their road trip. I spent a lot of time hanging out next to the Burro Hut, the spot where my little vintage trailer would eventually call home.

Finally, after a long two month wait, the day of delivery had arrived…

…and I couldn’t of asked for a more beautiful morning.

Every trailer needs a name, so I decided to choose one that would honor the sacred land and people whose history runs deep in the Owens Valley.

Her name is Nobe…

…and I can’t think of a more beautiful place for her to call home.

I mean look at that view.

After meeting up at the Olancha Mobil, I slowly guided my new baby three miles down a very bumpy dirt road…

…until she made it to her new home.

We got her set up just in the nick of time, because as soon as the sun went down a huge storm came barrelling through and hung over the Rescue for the next 48 hours. With massive amounts of rain and wind gusts of over 50 miles per hour, Nobe stood her ground and proved that she could withstand the unpredictable weather that often moves through Southern Owens Valley.

Since she was already in such great shape, I didn’t have to do much to make her feel like she was mine.

All I had to do was hang a few things up…

…throw on some new bedding…

…and add a few other little knic knacs here and there.

There’s no place like home (Nobe).

After the storm passed, I woke up to this gorgeous view right outside my front door.

She looks so small from the top of Burro Mountain.

I’m so thankful I was able to find the perfect trailer. If you’re interested in finding your own, I would highly suggest that you do plenty of research (reading 10 Things To Look For When Buying A Vintage Trailer is a good start) so you don’t get burned. Now please excuse me while Nobe and I enjoy a little fire.