Not! The brakes were locked up! So, Henry pulled off the tires, and with a puller, removed the rusty hubs. After a couple hours of work, he had it put back together and hooked up to his 1962 Willy Jeep and ready to roll. He thought it fitting that the '62 Jeep was pulling a '62 trailer!!
The first stop was to a garbage site and we began by throwing out as much as possible that wasn't nailed down. 
In the shot to the left, you see our friend, Garth, watching stuff fly from the inside (you can barely see Henry's gloved hand, just on the edge of the door, pitching out a handful). This little trailer was used for storage of hunting supplies for years. Inside were old geese decoys, ducks heads, netting, boots, in addition to pots and pans, canned goods, papers, and trash.
The mouse pooh, wasp nests, dirt dobber homes, rats nest, and smell of urine was and is overwhelming. I really hand it to Henry for that days work!
In the shot to the left, you see our friend, Garth, watching stuff fly from the inside (you can barely see Henry's gloved hand, just on the edge of the door, pitching out a handful). This little trailer was used for storage of hunting supplies for years. Inside were old geese decoys, ducks heads, netting, boots, in addition to pots and pans, canned goods, papers, and trash.
The mouse pooh, wasp nests, dirt dobber homes, rats nest, and smell of urine was and is overwhelming. I really hand it to Henry for that days work! 
Once the worst was removed, Henry moved the trailer to a cement pad where she will sit as we begin to restore her. This place is about 200' from the house, has access to water and electricity and with the cement underneath should make scooting under and climbing in a little easier.It looks like we'll be stripping it bare and then reworking from the inside out. The good news, she's got potential.
Keep checking back for more progress.
1 comment:
I love that you are going to fix up the mini twinkie! That thing has been there for years, and I kind of thought it would always be there.
Brad sends his sympathy to Henery, he is glad I never became a sister of fly fishing.
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