Assessing the damage

As you can see by the hole in the roof, this is what we started with. There was water damage that permeated the entire front ceiling panel. It appeared that this was fairly new water damage though, so I did not run into mold or really that much damage to the surfaces that the ceiling was in contact with (i.e. walls). The nice part was that I did not need tools to remove the ceiling. A gloved hand moved through it all.

Bringing Her Home...

My wife is a Craigslist expert. She regularly shows me campers and other items that she likes so that fateful Sunday morning in early April did not phase me too much when she showed me a 1966 Shasta Compact on her computer. I went along and encouraged her to contact the guy selling the camper. We were the first to call! She talked to him a bit more and as she spoke with him, I listened in to about half the conversation -- gradually becoming more interested. By the end of the conversation, she put her hand on the phone and asked my permission to purchase the camper, sight un-seen!

I guess I must have been in a pretty good state of mind because I agreed. Several hours later, we were two hours north of our home and sealing the deal.

As we were hooking up to pull away, I noticed that there were absolutely no safety chains on the trailer.  Now I have this voice in my head that is my father's voice and I could hear him, clear as day, disapproving of this setup.  I was unsure what else I could do --  Keep in mind that this was a Sunday afternoon - approaching evening and we were two hours away from home. I knew of one home improvement store about 10 miles away that we had passed on the way to get the trailer. I anxiously drove those 10 miles sure that the trailer was going to unhook itself from the tow vehicle and take out both the cars behind me as well as the gem we had just purchased. We pulled into the store and found that it had closed 10 minutes earlier -- lights were dark and no cars were in the parking lot (so I could not even beg someone to let me in).

I remembered passing a 24 hour Walmart about 10 miles further South. As I hit every bump and pothole on the way out of the Menard's parking lot, again knowing for sure that the trailer would be freeing itself at any moment, we made our way back onto the highway and made it to the Walmart after 10 more anxious miles.

Now I did not even know if Walmart would have a safety chain for a travel trailer - but it was worth a shot. So I made my way back to Sporting Goods on a Shasta Wing and a prayer and was pleasantly surprised to see that they had one. Within a few minutes I had purchased and installed, the best I could, the chain. Now, I could at least drive knowing that if she did disengage herself from the car, at least she would still follow me until I could pull over.

The remaining trip was uneventful. The trailer followed us just like a new found lost puppy. The little Shasta seemed to know that she was going to a new, loving home! When we got home, our kids (who were staying with Grandma who had come over to watch them while we made the trip North) came out and fawned over the new camper. My wife and I knew that we had a lot of work ahead of us, but it would be worth it in the end. We started making plans for family trips that night!

1966 Shasta Pictures!

Here is a shot of the inside. You can see the damage to the ceiling. As I later found out, the water damage was NOT caused by a leaky vent as first thought -- there were several pinhole sized holes in the roof. I have learned to love Eternabond!

Here is the exterior shot of the "door side" of the camper.

Welcome to my 1966 Shasta Page! How it all started...

For several years my wife has been a Craigslist Junkie showing me all sorts of campers that she has found that needed new homes. I have to admit that my first foray into RVing was not good -- we bartered to rent a mid-sized class C RV and drove it to South Dakota several years back. We left against my dad's recommendations (Dad has owned RVs for the past 10 years) as the wind was gusting at 30 to 40 M.P.H. and our trip would take us headlong into strong thunderstorms with tornadoes, and all sorts of bad things. But you know how it feels when you have been looking forward to hitting the road -- nothing would stop us! Our trip would have us leaving for SD the same day my daughter was getting out of school for the summer -- so we thought it would be fun to pick her up at school on our way out of town. And it was -- while all the other kids were getting on busses for an uneventful ride home, my kid was boarding an R.V., fixin' to mow the West!

Within 15 minutes of starting our trip, I started getting an idea of why my dad had reservations about us setting out on the trip -- my knuckles were white from firmly holding the steering wheel after numerous gusts of wind seemed to be trying to push the R.V. into the ditch or, worse yet, oncoming traffic. By the time we reached our first night's stop in Sioux Falls, S.D., I was glad to be in camp. We were camping where I could get wi-fi and I had brought my laptop. I logged on to see what the weather had in store -- and it was clear that the winds that we had fought coming this way were just the beginning of a huge storm that was just West of Sioux Falls -- this is the one with all the tornadoes, lightning, etc. I remember thinking at that moment that perhaps I was a bit careless as a parent -- why would I have placed my family inside a tin-can when a huge storm was heading our way. I scoped out the nearest storm shelter and made a plan. As it turns out, the storm moved to our South and we only got rain.

The rest of that South Dakota trip was pretty much uneventful, but I found that campground selection plays a huge part of how satisfying the trip will be. We stayed in five different campgrounds during this trip -- and several were clearly wonderful -- Badlands K.OA., Deadwood K.O.A. and others, not so much. One of the campgrounds near Mount Rushmore (sounds like MOA) was clearly cattle-car material. The place was so huge that we felt forgotten. Our camper neighbors around us seemed self-absorbed and not friendly at all. I began to look forward to coming back home -- which is never what you want to do on a vacation. I decided that perhaps RVing was just not for me.

So I somewhat reticently agreed to look at the 1966 Shasta Compact that my wife had found on Craigslist on that fateful Sunday morning. I later found out that we were extremely lucky to have been the first call that they guy selling it received and he agreed to hold it for us -- we bought it sight-unseen. We later found out that he had dozens of calls -- one guy tried to buy it out from under us... but the seller was true to his word -- he kept it for us. $650 later and it was ours!

I have to say that this was a bit like buying a mystery prize -- we did not know what we were buying and we certainly did not know that we were now in the vintage travel trailer club. It has been fun seeing how others have refurbed their Shastas. I will say that it is a bit of a fever.

That was mid-April. A lot has happened since that day and I hope to catch you up to date in the coming days, weeks, months...

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