1962 · Canned Ham
"Marigold"
Pulled her out of a goat pen south of Baker City. Rebuilt the frame front-to-back, new birch skin inside, original dinette saved and re-upholstered in mustard wool.
Since 2006 · Eastern Oregon
Howdy. I'm Hollis. I drag home tired little travel trailers — the forgotten ones sitting in pastures and behind barns — and I fix 'em up proper. Canned hams, bread loafs, the occasional fiberglass egg. This here's the yard. Poke around.
See the rigsEvery trailer here came in leaking, rotted, or plain forgotten. Click through for the before, the during, and the driving-off-into-the-sunset shots.
Pulled her out of a goat pen south of Baker City. Rebuilt the frame front-to-back, new birch skin inside, original dinette saved and re-upholstered in mustard wool.
Fiberglass was sound, everything else wasn't. Gutted the belly, replaced the axle, installed a propane-free 12-volt galley. Goes down the highway like a marble on glass.
This one came from a woman whose daddy hauled it from Nebraska in '59 and never unhitched it. Honored the original layout. New flooring, new wiring, same old stories baked into the walls.
17-footer I found under a tarp behind an auction barn. Rotted everywhere a trailer can rot. Took me eleven months. Now she's sleeping four in the Wallowas every August.
Cherry-picked skin, roof skin, and belly pan. Added a proper insulation package because the buyer wanted to winter in Montana. She'll do it, too.
20-footer with a tip-out. Kept the aqua-and-cream color scheme because, well, why wouldn't you. Folks drove off with her last October headed for the desert.
More sitting in the weeds behind the shop. I get to 'em when I get to 'em.
This isn't a lot. I'm not flipping rigs for a turnaround. Every trailer you see up there got months of my time and then went home with somebody who'd been waiting on the list. If you've been sent my way by a past customer, head on over to the contact page.