The Other Big Project~(Vintage Trailer)

Mrs. Calabash?

Is that you?

Back here, I shared that we usually have a couple big projects

going at any one time.

The bricks still aren't finished, but they are getting closer.

The other "big project" has been to restore Mrs. Calabash.

You can see more about her here and here.

Once we got the necessities in order, we came to the point

where a decision needed to be made.

She needed to be re-sealed which involves removing all the windows, 
J-channel, eyebrows, trim, etc.

Did we want to go through all that just to have to do it again

in a year or two when we refurbished and painted her?

We chose to just do it all now.

We pulled Mr. LB's old project car out and tarped it.

Then Mrs. Calabash got the place of honor in the shop.

And we began the process. . .

At first it seemed like we just kept pulling her apart

and that nothing was being fixed,

which of course is part of the process.
Also at first, I was doing it myself, but it didn't take long for Mr. LB
to take pity and dig in too.
I started by removing the lower sections of skin (siding) 
to see what was under there.
Then, all the trim, windows, and J-channel came off.
I won't show every detail, but enough that hopefully 
you can see just what we've done.

From the first Aristocrat I saw, I was drawn to them.

I like their floor-plans and generous windows.

They do however, have a design flaw.

That bottom skirting board is exposed and sandwiches the paneling

so the water wicks right up and holds.

In researching ways to fix and prevent it from happening again,

I learned that deck sealants (and the sort) can react with the aluminum

so those were out.

The only thing that could possibly work was the black, smelly,

gooey, sticky, tar paint/sealer.

New skirting boards getting their icky coat of tar paint.

We had to take off more skin than I had initially thought,

up to the roof so everything could be "right."

More on that in a minute. 

One corner of interior paneling was damaged on the back passenger side corner
so I robbed the section from the front, behind the couch
leaving a nice big hole here.

Here's that minute, from a minute ago:)
At one point someone had tried to "fix" the bathroom corner
using incorrectly sized lumber and fencing staples!
so it had to come out in order to make it right.
At this point - right here - I almost cried.
She kept coming more and more apart.
Nothing was going back together yet.
This is the driver's side rear, and I couldn't make enough paneling for it,
so I did the next best thing.
We got white bead board and I antiqued it.

I was pleased with how well it turned out and how closely it matches.
(They had used a mauve and country blue floral el'cheapo paneling.)
I did the same with a piece of 1/4" plywood for the front 
where I robbed the real paneling.

Then finally, finally, finally, we got to start putting pieces back together
rather than tearing them apart.

You can see here, we also replaced several of the boards across the back that were not as sound as they could have been.

At this point, I actually went around her with the tar paint

and painted all the corners and any nook or cranny 

that I thought might be prone to moisture.

Also, the yellow batting that provided about as much insulation as a paper towel, was removed where we had to work but left where we didn't.
It really is that thin.
Over it or instead of it (depending upon where) we added rigid R5 insulation.

I can't even begin to express what a relief it was
to begin to see her starting to come back together.
Once all the insulation was in place, we began putting the skin back on.
That sounds easy enough, but getting it back on just right took time.
1/8 of an inch off in one spot can result in an inch off in another.
We were aware of this so made sure everything was right on as we worked.Luckily, that didn't go to terribly, though when we went to put the door back on, there was a bit of a bow in the wall as a result of having no additional support from doors or windows for the duration of the process.

Once we got the skin back on her, we got to sand and prepare for painting.

We were going to paint her ourselves.

My thought was that if someone else makes a run or does a sub-par job,

I would be pretty upset.

If I do it, I can only be mad at myself.

As it turns out, Mr. LB knows a fellow fisherman who does this for a living.

We talked about it and decided to let him paint her.

My comment was only, "Please let him know that this is advertising for his business - good or bad, it's up to him."

I think he told him something along the lines of, "This is my wife's baby, and I want to be able to walk again after it's painted."

Okay, not really, but he knows I want her done nicely.

I'm really not that mean (Well, most of the time.  Maybe don't ask my baby brother that question. :)

And here she is on her way to "the beauty parlor."

Sorry the picture is a little fuzzy.

This is about 5:30 AM, and it was barely light enough to get a picture.

We had to put the windows back in so that she could travel

the road to get her there.

We just put a half dozen screws in each and will pull them back out

in order to mask and paint.

She's on the docket to get the main body color Thursday,

then the accent color Friday.

Then, once she's back home, we'll get to seal her back up

with new putty-tape and all the trim, which I have been polishing

by hand all along in my spare time.

                                                           

Mrs. Calabash~ All the Work We Cannot See

Some time back,

I shared my ol' sweet trailer with you.

If you missed that one, here is that post.

Mrs. Calabash

Over the course of the past year,

it would appear as though I have just 'dinked around' with her.

But let show you what goes into this 'dinking around' business.

She didn't look too bad, right?

That is until you dig in and begin the work.

The last post were the "before" pictures.

These are the "during" pictures.

I have a feeling the during part is going to be on-going.

She had been 'updated' sometime around 1990- remember that?

One of the first things I did was pull out the cream and 'country blue' floral linoleum that was peeling up on the edges and seams, because

they didn't clean the original floor first.

It was put in in sections and was not done under the table.

It also made the bathroom door scrape.

The little blue flowers don't really show in the photos, 

but they're there, I promise.

The floor underneath is actually in pretty decent condition

and is much more neutral.

All of the cupboards featured a "lovely" 

(read tacky, low quality, poorly applied, stained, and dried out)

country blue tack paper.

Eeeeewwww!

This came out little piece by little piece.

If it were better quality, it might have at least come out in larger pieces.

Removed the plastic strip along here.

That little ladder rail that was there fell off - it was only hot glued on.

There was also country blue carpet hot glued to the shelf.

It's not there any more either:)

We knew the pump ran, but when we put water in the tank,

and turned on the pump, it sprayed water out the seal.

This is the picture I took before I pulled it out & cleaned etc.

I do that so I know which wires go where in case I need that reference.

The pump is now re-sealed and works properly.

I then went to drain the tank from the outside.

A little drip/trickle came out.

It took all day for the tank to drain.

Once drained, I removed the faucet, cleaned the corrosion out,

removed a ratchet head piece (I'm guessing fell in the tank and worked its way down,) replaced the faucet, and retested.  Works great now.

And last but not least. . . .

I have to say, I have a more intimate relationship with the potty

than I would like to admit.

I have disassembled and reassembled it.

It still has a drip, but at least water doesn't just run right through it.

It is functional:)

As a treat, I got an exterior black water holding tank.

Where we camp, there are no hookups so in order to use the potty,

we needed a holding tank.

I'm going to be a little ornery and stop here.

I'll show you 'after' pictures next time.

I know - cruel indeed.

It is amazing though, all the work involved that is really unnoticeable.

I think there are a lot of things like that.

We don't recognize the efforts of others, because we haven't

been there to witness the hours of labor.

That's just one of those silly things I think about on occasion.