“The Trailer That Wouldn’t Die” — A Harwich Self Storage Saga
Every now and then, something rolls into a self storage facility that leaves a mark — not just on the gravel, but on the soul. For us, it was The Trailer.
A 29-foot travel trailer, left for dead on our lot like a forgotten relic of a cross-country road trip that never made it past the Dunkin’ drive-thru. This beast had been sitting so long that birds were using it as a time-share. Nobody knew if it had heat, lights, or flooring — and nobody was brave enough to look.
Until one day… it sold.
A lovely couple, pregnant with their seventh child (yes, seven — you read that right), saw potential where others saw a tetanus hazard. They were full of hope, dreams, and… optimism levels we hadn’t seen since someone tried to store a full trampoline already assembled.
They backed up a truck — a small, slightly rusty pickup with brakes that screamed in Morse code — and spent four hours trying to hitch the trailer. It was a symphony of wrenches, duct tape, and whispered prayers. We watched with popcorn.
Finally, victory.
Except then came the journey home. Eleven hours. For a trip that should’ve taken three. Apparently, the trailer had ideas. No power, no water, no brakes, no lights, no functioning anything — but lots of spirit. It rattled, it moaned, it probably communicated with the spirits of other abandoned trailers along the way.
A few weeks later…
They called.
They asked, “Hey, can we bring the trailer back… and live in it at your storage facility? We’re having family problems.”
And there it was — the full-circle moment no one expected. The trailer knew. It had never really left.
Sadly (and legally), we had to say no. But if that trailer could talk, we’re pretty sure it would’ve said:
“Told you I’d be back.”
At Harwich Self Storage, we’ve seen it all. But that trailer? That one deserves its own sitcom.
Need a place for your (hopefully operational) trailer? We’ve got space — and stories. Call us at 508-430-2525. We promise we won't judge. Much.