Camp Comfort * April 16 - 19, 2015 
How can you be a comfyite and a trailerite? Simple, bring your vintage trailer, fun-loving self and attend the Ojai mini-group at Camp Comfort in Ojai, California which only accommodates 14 trailers with the fifteenth site being taken by the resident camp host. You must come prepared to howl with laughter, feelings of affection for your fellow trailerites, love your vintage trailer and be ready to participate in the Flakey Fraki Breakfast and the mouth watering Saturday evening potluck where our campmaster, Ken, reminisced that “no one has died from yet”. Then all this is followed up with the antique waffle breakfast dubbed WaffleMania on Sunday morning before everyone bids adieu. Friday and Saturday’s trips to the charming town of Ojai and neighborhood yard sales brought smiles to our faces when someone else’s junk became a trailerites personal treasure. Many took advantage of the local cuisine while others enjoyed meals at the campsite.
On Friday, a few of us took a personal tour of the Murphy Auto Museum (autos, trailers and camping) located in Oxnard. Others went olive tasting on Saturday. There was a variety of choices to make throughout the entire weekend. 
Vintage trailers & campers on display at the Murphy Auto Museum in Oxnard.
Each year we bring and string chandeliers among the sycamore trees which really makes this gathering unique. We get to enjoy the light glow along with the fire on Friday and Saturday nights. Our Lord High Exalted Deacon of the Chandelier is Ken Ard with his lovely wifey Wendy who hasn't flaunted her title to us yet.
The biggest mystery of the weekend is the dark red salad fork with the plastic handle. It was ascertained that it was not sterling silver, plated silver or bakelite so everyone denied ownership since there was no hope that it was worth any money (except maybe it might complete a camp set of someone’s eating utensils). P.C. stated, “Clearly someone fork-got their utensil.” S.S. replied, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it. Did you find it on the road?” K. A. added, “If it doesn’t have a bakelite handle then just fork-get it.” J. G. concluded, “I fork-give you all!” L.M. sent out word that she thought the fork had been claimed. H.R. responded. “Well fork me . . . that’s wonderful.” L.M. was informed T.M. had only lost her mind — not her fork and said, “Fork-get that I mentioned it earlier.” Thus L.M. concluded “If no one claims it, it will appear at next year’s Camp Comfy as the Perpetual Happy Hour Appetizer Fork.” The usual two night stay was expanded to three nights this year due to fan acclaim. Even then it was difficult to leave . . . Doesn’t get much more enjoyable than this . . . Love these folks! [for more pictures, go to the photo gallery]