r.v. there yet

It’s taken me a few days to get my head around the place we’re staying… (at Chad’s parent’s beach house).

It’s not a condo… It’s not a hotel…. It’s not a campground…. urr… well… sorta. Ocean Lakes is something between trailer park and gated ocean-front community.

Imagine a HUGE, (like it is it’s own little city), RV-Trailer park which has evolved over the decades.

I suspect most home owners in here started like Chad’s folks did years ago when they purchased a trailer…. Time + skyrocketing real estate values over the last twenty years have found most of these folks well leveraged to build something else on their tiny trailer plot.

Cars are discouraged in the “city” – but everyone has golf carts. Our nightly ritual has become fixing ourselves a drink and tooling around on the cart and looking at the house/trailer mods.

Progress is staggered though the complex. Only just a handful of un-modded trailers remain… Most have had these little houses built around them… Some more obviously than others. You can’t tell at all with Chad’s parent’s – they encased and then tore-down the trailer within.

It’s now a cute little two-bedroom house.

The next evolutionary step in this curious little ecosystem of vacation homes are these monstrous 2-story, McMansion-Lite homes on stilts.

Closer down toward the beach where the lots are more valuable, almost all of the old trailer mods have been replaced with these monsters which sell in excess of 600K.

The end result is this very bizarre, vinyl sided Ewok village. (Picture a subdivision of 2000 square foot homes, all about 4 feet from each-other, on alley-wide streets and all 18 feet off the ground.)…

Our end is still pretty much single-story structures…

I’m fighting this urgent feeling that I need to go around and photo document the remaining tailer-mods before they all vanish…. Maybe next trip.

Maybe blog about it?