Here’s my new rig set up at Vieira Resort just south of Isleton (where I enjoyed my first-ever crawdads at Isleton Joe’s).

After a very long hiatus—a year to be exact—my Vintage Highway blog is back on the road.

To catch you up on a very long story, I am spending the weekend at the Vieira Resort in Isleton, CA, on the edge of the Delta. I’m sitting in the banquette of my new-to-me 1958 Deville trailer, a 15-foot classic I acquired a few weeks ago. This is the third trailer I’ve owned in the space of one year, and I plan to hang on to this one.

My first trailer, a 1972 Airstream Globetrotter—21 feet of spit-polished aluminum—served me for more than two years. After returning from a two-week wine tour of Oregon and Washington in July, 2011, I parked the trailer in the lot of my townhome development and a passerby was immediately smitten by it. He pestered me relentlessly until I proposed a ridiculous purchase price, and he agreed to pay it immediately.

I loved that trailer, so I was surprised that I felt little grief when the new owner pulled it away. It was just another passage, I suppose, and after having experienced many in my life, I guess I have just learned how to accept things and move on.

In no rush to acquire a new trailer, I spent the rest of the year trailer-less, until a friend approached me about buying his. He was moving and needed to shed it immediately, a 27-foot 1972 Airstream Overlander, in near perfect condition. . .or at least as perfect as a thing can be after 40 years of use.