// Removing, well…everything.//

It was pretty clear that the floor was going to have to be removed, as it had completely rotted out in more than a couple areas. But, if you’re going to remove the floor, you have to remove everything else as well. Sounds easy, right? Well, since Scamps are fiberglass, everything that is attached is riveted to the walls. Between my boyfriend and dad we finally got all the rivets out and began removing the furniture and then the floor.

Looking sweaty and miserable removing the cabinets. 

Top and bottom cabinets removed. I was so jealous of that clean, white ensolite behind the cabinets.

The “upstairs” removed.

By the end of the day we had the whole floor removed, but a storm came so I didn’t take pictures. The next thing to tackle is to decide what to do about the peeling latex paint that’s covering the ensolite. 

// Power-washer Magic//

The next obvious task was to clean the outside of the Scamp. I insisted to my dad and boyfriend that I would be doing this all by myself. At first it was awkward to have  everyone watch as I got used to the power-washer, but I knew that if I did it myself I would feel so accomplished afterword.

Although it was a messy job, it was magic to watch years of nasty buildup disappear before my eyes. Dad made a great ladder holder and didn’t even complain when he ended up almost just as soaked as I did. 

Boyfriend is also a good ladder holder, and he’s also a little overprotective about me falling…he must know by now how clumsy I am.

To me, it’s like a brand new camper! Well, on the outside at least.

// A Long Way to Go//

I couldn’t wait to get started on cleaning the Scamp. The night we brought it home was spent researching countless blogs to find inspiration and tips on how to make it my own and make it safe and livable. The next morning I got up and got right to work on cleaning out pretty much everything inside it. Here are some shots of the interior before I started cleaning it out.

Here is how it looked opening the door. The previous owners graciously allowed us to keep every nasty, mildewed blanket and cushion in the place, along with every cigarette butt, bandaid, and even an almost empty bag of what looked suspiciously similar to pot.

The lovely living room area.

The bedroom. 

And the kitchen.