Little Big Trailer in the Great North Woods
Pulling into Baxter State Park in northern Maine, the ranger looks a little horrified. “Do you have reservations?” in a polite tone that sounded like she was sure we didn’t. Unspoken was “OMG, that’s HUGE!!!” Traveling in the South, the most common comment on our trailer was “cute”. A few campgrounds refused to let us make reservations, since our 21 feet was too small. (Camp sites are charged by the site, not per foot, so it shouldn’t make any difference what size we were). “Did you make reservations on-line?” the ranger asked. “Yes,” I replied. “But did you talk to somebody in the office?” Again, “Yes.” Her eyes got ever bigger, "Are you sure?" “We have to measure your trailer.” Pizza maestro Tony, fresh off Criehaven, had his even smaller trailer behind us. “And his, too.” The ranger station had measuring sticks for height and width. We were both OK, she confirmed our paper reservation slip. Yes, paper : there is zero connectivity up north, so the park insists you bring a p...