I remember going down a snowy hill and up it and around the curve and laying eyes on Betsy for the first time. I think it took all of five seconds as I approached to decide that the trailer was going home with me. After coming 1,000 miles to get her, I was dreading disappointment and almost sick with it for the last part of the trip. Coming around that curve and looking at her... and it all blew away. She was reflecting the snow outside and had her sunglasses on. (I wish I had been as smart about that.)
I spent more time looking under her than I did inside her, and I took the PO at his word that everything worked. (It did.)
Then I got him to borrow a neighbor's Suburban to get it UP that hill, and I took possesion on the side of the road. We doublechecked everything on the hitch twice, and then I drove off without the towing mirrors installed.
That was remedied soon after, again on the side of the road (hey, they're PAVED in Michigan) and I drove jauntily away with Betsy in tow.
You Lacys, there's nothing in the world like the first few hours of owning a new-to-you Airstream. Maybe you'll find some flaws later and invest some work in making it right, but, hey, you have an Airstream!
I spent the following night in Toledo, and was twenty-three degrees when I woke up. The old girl had kept me warm with the furnace and the cat heater, and when I got home and went to fill up the propane tanks, one was full and the other took four gallons.
Congratulations on your new trailer. If you'll be good to it, I have every confidence that it will be good to you.