On our last hike we found this beauty nestled in the woods up on a ridge. There were houses not far off so I wouldn't be surprised if one of those homeowners dumped their trailer back here for nature to claim.
It's no Barbie Dream Trailer, but the color is sweet and the lines are vintage.
This was the only identifying emblem. I tried digging up the company info without much success, but comparing it to other models I would say it dates from the late 50s to early 60s.
Peering through the window, my eyes were assaulted by chaos, most likely caused by a paperback reader who dislikes flying insects...
...and keeps the disinfectant powers of Lysol close at hand.
But really, why the scouring pads and Lysol if you're not going to use them to scrub down that filthy frigidaire? I would have gone inside for further investigation, but I looked down at the floor and saw this.
Few things make my blood chill faster than the presence of a lone shoe. My mind tends to conjure up all forms of horrific explanations to make sense of it. Suffice it to say, I didn't delve any further with my investigation. I'm such a wuss.