Some of my friends here know that I am involved in a family farm/ranch documentary that, in the next five to six years, (if I live that long!) will take me to some 100 locations in all 50 states. That's what I bought Otra (my 0317sdCasita) to do. Hawaii? well, Casita
SAYS she's waterproof!
Anyway, when I arrived at my cattle ranch location in South Dakota my rancher host, whom I already knew, said "You live in that thing?"
"Yep!" I said.
"I figgered you'd show up in some such rig as that," he said.
"Where'll I put her?" I asked. "How 'bout over there next to the grain bin?"
"Nope," he said.
"Nope? Then... where?" I asked, a little whiney maybe.
"In the barn," he replied.
"The barn! I don't have to put up in any barn!" I said.
"Yep," he said. " I don't want to wake up in the morning and see you rollin' around the prairie like stale popcorn! We get one of our Dakota winds around here and you'll be off to Huron like a big ball!"
Baloney, I thought. This is a CASITA!
"I moved the combine out and you can put her in here." he said, gesturing to a big pole building behind us.
And so I did. It was nice, actually, except for a few piddling details. Like, it was dark in there all day. Every day. Much, much darker at night. And, there are birds in the rafters of barns. (See that lump above Otra's hatch in the second pic? That's a robin's nest. An ocupado robin's nest!) Also, barns make nice sheltered places for 'coons to come and take their time while sorting through your private belongings and selecting those they think should go home with them rather than stay with you, undeserving outlander that you are!
Anyway, we survived and in good form, too, Otra and I. And nobody in the whole county got to see a giant egg with windows
and wheels rolling around the countryside like a deranged ping-pong ball. "Dang," they probably said as I pulled out after a week. "That wasn't NEARLY as much fun as we thought it was goin' to be!"