My hands were buried in the warm sudsy water of my RV sink when I first saw Carolyn’s trailer pull around the bend. It was cold, maybe 15 degrees, and I was lingering so the water could warm up the chill on my fingers. As I dragged the soapy-sponge across the plates and pans I saw her truck pull past me then circle around, pulling behind it a teal and white retro trailer.
