Category: Scamp’s Updates
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Catching up on my media, leaks and carpet removal
OMG the rainstorm on the way from Oregon to Bakersfield was insane. I learned that the heavy rain was too much for the old failing door seal (floor near my camper door was flooded with road puddles splashing up), my vent leaked profusely because apparently the airconditioner mounted ahead of it created a vortex that…
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current repair list pt 3
Well, there is no shortage of humbling repairs here and thought I’d share my list. My current fix list : All this is compounded by having to order from Amazon and sent to my host’s home 10 miles away, much slower than I am used to. Figured while I am at it I may as…
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Outside port for 12 volt
The electric cooler is great, but kept inside the trailer takes up space and fights for cooling when set near the furnace. So I put it outside, split the 12 volt into two and now power the starlink and fridge outside where it is cool and barely needs power to run. Thanks to Reliable Home…
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Thermostat, water, sudden death
No end to “lessons learned” with the 1984 Scamp. After replacing the rusty original analog thermostat with a fancy digital unit three days ago, it suddenly went blank (no power, no heat). Pulled the faceplate off and water dribbled out! I freaked out as it happened to have been raining last night, and right now.…
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Got me some internet…guess I should post
Another first here at the Cowweman River campsite…rain in the Scamp! See my internet setup, there is sketchy cell reception and no internet without it.
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The trip has begun
It has been awhile since I have had the time and good internet to report on my travels, and even still my internet is sketchy. The wonderful thing about the Washington forest is the huge trees covering the sky with lush greenery…it’s also why starlink can’t give me reliable signal up or down. I am…
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Garage Sales, HOA Trolls, and One Last Birthday
Moving isn’t just a logistical nightmare—it’s emotional triage. In the blistering heat, I found myself hauling relics that hadn’t budged in seven years, some tracing back twenty. Each item unearthed from the garage came with its own scent of decay: dust, spider eggs, rat urine. We dismantled, donated, discarded. It felt like a fire sale…