Teardrop Campers?

Lynn Donovan

Never heard of them until my friend, Lynn Donovan, showed me a picture of one and I was like, oh yeah, I’ve seen one of those. She has an adventurous story of sorts to share with us about one she built with her husband. Please welcome Lynn!

Have you ever heard of a teardrop trailer?

December of 2006, my husband, Paul, and I worked for his parents at a GMC dealership. He was the Parts Manager in the back, and I was the Car Rental Manager up front. One day, I walked past his counter on my way to the wash bay. Okay, to be honest it was an excuse to flirt with him, but I digress…

He called out to me. “Hey, have you ever seen these?”

He turned his computer monitor around and showed me a slideshow of some teardrop trailers. I was so shocked. Because a while back I had seen a special on TV about the little campers. I thought they looked awesome! They are small, teardrop shaped campers. Most of them weigh less than two-thousand pounds and are easily pulled by cars and trucks. The galley is at the back, under a lift up hatch. And the owners sleep inside of a space about the size of a queen size mattress. Some are covered with aluminum and other have a wood skin.

I told him I thought they were wonderful! I’d love to have one.

Now he was shocked. He never expected me to be interested in the compact camping. I never expected him to be interested due to the fact that he’s six foot two and…let’s call it, a “well-fed” man.

I told him I’d love to build one of those and go camping. He showed me a teardrop forum where other teardrop owners got together online and visited. They posted gatherings, pictures, designs, and other helpful things. We connected with the forum and started getting to know some of the people.

He downloaded some designs and asked me again if I’d like to build one. He just couldn’t believe I wanted to do this. I suppose most women don’t like to camp without the hotel-like luxuries of an RV or such. But I love it and really wanted to do this!

There was a gathering in Nebraska that summer. We had six months to build our camper in order to be ready to go. I adamantly agreed we should give it a try.

A month before the gathering, I was posting on the forum that we might have to bring our camper on a flat bed, but we were coming! The people on the forum were like, “No problem. You wouldn’t be the first person to bring an unfinished camper to the gathering.”


However, with a lot of late nights and hard work, we had the camper on the frame, wheels in place, expoxy on the exterior and mattresses inside. The night before we were to leave, we were hooking up lights and other final necessities to make it street legal. (Mind you we were doing this in the service bay of the dealership.) We had our Yorkshire terrier, Binx, with us and the overhead doors open. It was after Midnight. We planned to leave at six in the morning, so we were tired and grumpy, but we had to get these things done, or we couldn’t go. (You get the picture.)

Binx started making a Rottweiler growl and his hair stood up on his back. We thought he was seeing the pack of wild dogs that sometimes hang out at the dealership. My husband hissed at him, “Binx, shut up!”

About that time Binx took off running out the opened door, and Paul was right behind him yelling, “Binx, Get. Back. Here!”


Three cops met him at the open door, their hands on their guns in their holsters.

“Oh crap!”

Luckily, he knew one of them personally.

That one, Pervis, realized we were not burglars and relaxed. So, here we are up against a deadline, tired and needing to go to bed, but they stand around and talk for like thirty minutes! Men!!!  *eyeroll*

I couldn’t help but laugh. We almost got shot! But it was funny in hindsight.

Anyway. We did go on to the Nebraska gathering. We loved every minute of the experience, and the people. People who camp in teardrop campers walk around the campsite and visit with other campers. People who camp in RVs stay to themselves and watch TV. I don’t get that! I’m a visitor by nature anyway…so this is perfectly suited to my personality! We made life-long friends whom we have stayed in contact with to this day. We have been to the Nebraska gathering several times along with another annual gathering in Colorado near the Royal Gorge.

It was at the Royal Gorge gathering, we fell in love with the Cañon City area. We are now land owners in that area and plan to build a log home in a couple of years.

Oh and by the way, my book, The Wishing Well Curse, is set in Cañon City too.  Coincidence? Me thinks not.

…And to think it all started with a stumble onto a teardrop web site!

 lynn teardrop camper

This is a view from the galley. You can see inside the sleeping area (sort of) and that’s Paul standing by the SUV. Oh, the dog, that’s Honey, our golden retriever. Binx is somewhere chasing rabbits, I’m sure!


Lynn Donovan writes from her heart and her passion for Jesus Christ. She is a daughter, wife, mother of four and grandmother of seven who has five decades of experiences to draw from when creating her stories. She categorizes herself as the “sandwich generation” because she is caring for her mother who has Alzheimer’s and is one child away from an empty nest. Besides blogging, Lynn enjoys reading and writing mainstream fiction and speculative fiction, but you might find a historical romance among her collections as well. She currently lives in Southwest Kansas but looks forward to building a home in Colorado. She attends a Creative Writing class at the local college to sharpen her talents and increase her creative juices. 

Author of The Wishing Well Curse, now in paperback, and several short stories published in The Clockwork Dragon.

She blogs at Sitting on the Porch, Visiting with Lynn

You can find her on Twitter and Facebook

Drunken Cow

Time for something fun and light-hearted.


Since I couldn’t upload a pic of a cow, here’s an old one of two steers. 🙂

The first time my parents had a dairy farm I was about 10-12 years old. Let me just say, country people have adventures. I look back over all the crazy stuff we did as kids, and it was nothing to what my parents did when they were kids. But this story isn’t so much adventurous as it was funny.

One night, my mom was trying to milk a new cow. The cow was a dark Jersey with white splotches here and there. She might have been a heifer, first time milker, but mostly she was ornery, and if we couldn’t get her to let her milk down, she could get milk fever which could kill her. So, this was serious stuff.

This cow, we called her Oreo, was jumping all over the place and kicking. My mom had the “kicker” on her, so she wouldn’t kick us, but she wasn’t having none of it. So my mom told me to go get a butter dish and put some brandy in it. Now, when I think back to that night, we never had fake butter, so why would we have a butter dish? Anyways, I went in the house and found a cool whip container. I was generous with the brandy, not sure what mom was going to use it for. When I brought her the half-full cool whip container, she told me to mix it into the grain and give it to Oreo. Okay. So I did that.

Who knows how much time went by. We had other cows to milk. Now at this age, I don’t remember exactly what my chores were except feeding the cows, maybe I was going before her and washing them, but I wasn’t milking them yet.

Anyways, Oreo started leaning against her stall, and her milk was just gushing out of her udder. My mom ran over there trying to get her milked, just enough for the calf. Then Oreo started weaving on her feet. My mom yanked the kicker off just as Oreo flopped on the ground with the milking unit still attached to her. 

Mom cleaned her up and asked me how much brandy I had given her. I showed her the cool whip container. Yeah. Oops.

Have you had a fun/crazy experience when you were a kid or as adult where you look back and say, whoops? Please share! 🙂

Flaming Go-karts

My family is a creative bunch. Seriously. When I sat down to write this post, I was struck with how creative they are. One grandma sewed quilts, the other did some woodworking. My relatives paint and create stuff. My parents the same way. Painting, building, creating. You name it, they could do it.

One of my dad's artwork

One of my dad’s artwork that hangs in my office (our office/guest room/etc)

Well. One of my uncles built a go-kart out of items he found in a junk yard. Yeah, my family would visit landfills on occasion  That’s how we came by our lawnmowers and parts to a snowmobile that I crashed as a kid, but that’s a different story for a different day. 🙂

So, my uncle’s go-kart. All I remember was the steering wheel was an actual tricycle wheel. And he liked taking the wrench, touching it to the engine, gas tank thingy. I don’t remember what it was exactly, except that when you touched it: Ouch! I think that’s why I don’t like to just push random buttons without first knowing what they are supposed to do. You never know, it could zap you or be an ejector seat or a secret passageway. Can you tell I have an active imagination?

But one day I got to drive it. I was all over their place, up and down hills. Okay, it was their yard, but as little as I was, their lawn looked like hills. It was a blast.

So, there I was zooming circles around the house, and all of sudden every one is charging out of the house after me. My uncle had the fire extinguisher. I was like, oh, what’s going on? Then behind me I see flames shooting out of the back of the go-kart. Needless to say, I stopped and got out quickly.

Yeah, that was the last time I remember driving the go-kart.

What crazy adventure did you have as a kid? Please share!

The weekend is almost upon us. Have a good one!

Blogging on Dreams

Today, I am the guest blogger over at The New Authors’ Fellowship. Dreams Reborn. Have your dreams been crushed? Or are you pursuing them? Have you reached them? Read the post and let me know! Thanks!


Later this week, we are going to celebrate a year of blogging fun and friends with a giveaway. 🙂

Have a great day!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Let's go get them!

Let’s go get them!


Usually by this time, I will have lists of goals for the upcoming year. Not New Year Resolutions. I’ve got big dreams, and if I want to achieve them, then I better be doing something about them. Right? Well, after having kids, I’ve had to learn to become a lot more flexible. So, here I am looking at 2013, and I don’t have any concrete goals yet. But soon. Very soon.

There are some exciting opportunities in 2013. Lots of adventures. Lots of books to read, that’ll be another post. Ha! I’m not exactly sure when or how it’s all going to come about, but one thing I can tell you, its going to be one wild ride.

What goals do you have for the new year? Anything exciting happening, any adventures in 2013?


Our Beautiful Melody

After we had Sam, I dreaded going through labor again, so when we got pregnant, I was excited and fearful. I was a mess, but I prayed and prayed and prayed.

Her due date was supposed to have been December 8th, but when November came, the midwives had their doubts. She would be a Turkey baby; I said no way. Thanksgiving came and went, and I was working hard at finishing the mural for our church’s nursery. I knew once she came, I wasn’t going anywhere.

November 29. I did not sleep well the whole weekend. I had my check-up that morning, so we had to be up early morning to take my hubby to work. My two year old son and I would hang out at church as I put on the finishing touches of the mural. That morning I told God I couldn’t have this baby, not yet, not until December 1st, but if it was going to be tonight, then He was going to have to help me because there was no way I was ready.

James holding Ariah

Check-up went fine. Painted the rest of the afternoon, albeit, I had to lay down every so often. I just knew the time was drawing near, but I was in denial. The church had planned a little baby shower that evening, so after finishing the mural we went straight over to the pastor’s house, and my water breaks just as the guests were arriving. No warning, no contractions, and nobody had a pad. Luckily I had a pack of Depends in the back of the car. I just happened to have our suitcase for the hospital with us. Never underestimate the power of Depends after you’ve given birth, and maybe before. 🙂

Anyways, so we’re at the baby shower and some of our friends are freaking out, thinking we needed to be on the way to the hospital, but I didn’t have contractions. It was a little surreal. So we stayed and enjoyed the rest of the evening, ending it with everyone praying for me, and for the first time I had peace about going through labor again. Then we went back home, I showered, put in my contacts. Being able to see what’s going on makes the world of difference, not that I wanted to see anything down south. Just the midwives faces, the clock on the wall, the face of our soon-to-born little girl.

He loves his baby sister.

We took our sweet time getting to the hospital, right around 10:30 or so. And I have to say, I cannot imagine anybody in actual labor sitting through the whole sign-in process. The amount of paperwork was massive! And having to sign off on all these permission sheets, just in case. Nobody in the throes of labor will be thinking straight enough to do all that. In case you’re wondering, our son’s birth was at a birthing center, and that’s a whole other story for a different time. Ha!

After we got checked-in, it was after midnight, and they said they’d have to induce if I didn’t start contractions soon. I wasn’t happy about that. My hubby and I walked and walked for the next hour. I really wanted to get in the whirlpool tub, but I was afraid of slowing any kind of progress down, but by 1 AM, I was thinking, maybe I should go enjoy those bubbles. LOVE water.

Then BAM. The contractions hit. At one point I started thinking about what kind of pain meds I could take that wouldn’t have some kind of negative affect, and then a thought hit me. I’ve already done this once, and I could do it again. Instant peace and change came over me. I was no longer fighting the pain. I embraced it. Weird as it was, I noticed I wasn’t clenching my fists, but relaxing. Soon after, I felt like pushing.

I was like. No. It’s too early. The midwife checked in on us. I was in denial. It was too soon, but sure enough, it was time to push. Three pushes later and out came our beautiful little girl, born at 2:45 AM. And I was exhilarated. The whole experience was amazing. Then I was really, really cold.

Happy birthday Ariah, our beautiful melody. We love you!