Thursday, 18 September 2025

You Can't Tow That With That


The thing I heard most, at least in the early years, was "You can't tow that with that!". They were referring of course to my choice of tow vehicle, the redoubtable Toyota Sienna Minivan.

Clearly I was going against the grain, but in my quest to avoid buying a pickup truck, I'd accidentally crossed paths with Andy Thomson, owner of CanAm RV, consultant to Airstream, and all-round egg-head when it comes to towing travel trailers. Andy has forgotten far more than most of us will ever know about the subject, and when he offered a good working tow setup for the Minivan, I knew it would work. Not too many others did, though, and I soon found out that I wasn't arguing the physics of towing with people, but their received wisdom on the matter. Received wisdom, let me tell you, is a difficult thing to influence.

It's actually quite alarming when complete strangers will tell you, without any encouragement, that you're doing everything wrong and would likely end up in a fiery wreck as soon setting out on the highway. At best, apparently, the Sienna would drop it's transmission onto the road in an oily puddle before I'd even got to the first campground. At worst, I was going to kill myself and everyone around me, and most likely my grieving widow wouldn't get a cent from the insurance. I actually stood in a campground in Georgia and listened to a man (who drove a VW Beetle with coloured spots all over it) tell me that there was no way on God's green earth that a Minivan could tow the Airstream. I looked at him, then at the Sienna, and said, "How did we get here from Ontario, then?". It was then that the Tumbleweed rolled by.

Face-to-face challenges were not too common, thankfully, and when they did occur it was normally when we were in the USA. A notable exception was a man in the Thousand Islands area of Ontario who told me it was fine to tow as I did in Ontario but that it was entirely illegal in the US and I'd be turned back at the border. "That's strange," I said, "We've just been in the States for two weeks and no one said anything". Then another Tumbleweed rolled by.

I get it, people love their trucks. They like the size and weight of the things, they sit up high and feel they can tow anything. Trucks are, actually, pretty poor tow vehicles, and getting worse as they get ever taller. But most know very little about the dynamics of towing, they only consider that the bigger the truck they have the more they can tow, which really isn't the case at all. But I'm not here to argue the merits or otherwise of pickup trucks, just that regardless of what YOU tow with, I can tow my Airstream with my Sienna. How do I know, beyond having a professional set me up? Fifteen years of trouble-free towing is how I know.

For all those that told me my setup was illegal, wouldn't last, would kill me, and all the rest, here's letting you know that I towed for nearly 30,000km and never once had an issue. No tail wagging the dog, no sway, no panic stops, nothing. The Sienna never broke down, either, and averaged around 15 miles to the US gallon when under load, which is markedly better than most gas-powered trucks. We never got stuck in a campground, never failed to make it up or down a hill, and always stopped to order.

We towed from Ontario to Orlando, and home via New Orleans. We went east to Boston, via Cooperstown, then north through the White Mountains of New Hampshire to Quebec City before heading home again. We've been up hill and down dale, and never struggled.

I learned early on how to go downhill safely, after a late night foray in the hills around the Finger Lakes of Upstate New York, when the fairly new drum brakes on the Airstream were smoking up a storm. Indeed, coming down hill was probably the trickiest part of towing a travel trailer, that is if you don't want to set your brakes on fire, or have the trailer push you into places you don't want to go. Drive like the semi-truck drivers do, knock your speed off before your descent, not halfway through it. We'd been through Franconia Notch in New Hampshire and there's a long and steep run into Vermont from there, so we just took it slowly and avoided any trouble. In fact we kept pace with the semi-trucks, which is how you know you're doing things the right way.

We never went west of the Mississippi or into the Continental Divide, where altitude can have a deleterious effect on a normally aspirated engine. Nor did we spend days slogging across the Prairies into a strong headwind, which is actually far harder on the tow vehicle than any amount of mountain climbs or their corresponding descents. But we did cross and drive through the eastern mountains, more than once, and we didn't miss a beat.

The Sienna hadn't been modified beyond the addition of that second transmission oil coiler, and the installation of a brake controller and the seven-pin umbilical cord. I replaced the shock absorbers after about four years of towing, although not because I had to, and I went for the standard Toyota fit. The Minivan was serviced in accordance with the Toyota schedule, and only had the synthetic transmission oil changed once in fifteen years. She never broke down, either, not once. The hitch receiver was showing signs of wear, though, and I had resorted to using a hitch clamp this past couple of years to stop the movement in the slightly stretched receiver box, and to maintain the best weight distribution. Similarly, the hitch head was getting a bit deformed at the point the weight distribution bars entered, the
round holes were getting quite oval-shaped, but everything was hanging together. All that of course was nothing to do with the Sienna itself, which handled all we threw at her with ease. 









The point of all this is to say that, despite the naysayers at the outset, We definitely could "tow that with that", although that professional set up at the start was essential. I know there was nothing to prove, at least not to myself, but for the doubters, well, you were wrong.

The Sienna isn't being retired yet, either. Despite having no trailer to haul, I'm going to keep her as my daily driver. Let's see how long it takes to get to 300,000 kilometres.


Wednesday, 10 September 2025

The End Of The Road



Sold.

I am a wee bit surprised to be writing a final Towed Haul Airstream blog, not least because things moved a little quicker than we'd anticipated. It was always going to happen one day, but it's still a bit of a shock when you actually part company with something as personal as a travel trailer/caravan. 

Towards the start of the 2025 camping season, I realised that Towed Haul was in need of some maintenance, and I wasn't sure that we had the money, or the will, to commit to that. The Toadmobile, our Toyota Sienna Minivan that everyone said wasn't going to work, was also getting very long in the tooth and would have to be replaced at some point, which was something else we were not sure about committing to, especially given that we are now on fixed incomes. Add to all that our dwindling use of the trailer, and as a wise American woman recently said, "...the math ain't mathing".

So, we decided to sell.

Although I'd prompted the debate, I was sub-consciously very reluctant to actually put the old girl up for sale. We spent June in the UK, then did a hotel trip to Niagara, and I used those things as excuses to put off doing anything about the sale, but in  August I was seized with the need and bought a couple of "For Sale" signs to display when we were camping at Rondeau.

To our eternal surprise, the signs did spark some interest, and we ended up showing some other campers around. While the man seemed quite keen, his wife wasn't as struck on the idea. But, we'd had a nibble.

When we arrived home from that trip, I put an advertisement up in the Airstream Adventures Canada Facebook group, which cross-posted the Facebook Marketplace. We braced ourselves for a lack of interest, even though we'd priced the old girl competitively, and confidently expected not to get a sale until the new 2026 season. Goodness, how wrong we were!

There was immediate interest from private buyers. However, just before we were about to pack up and travel for a week's camping at Selkirk Provincial Park the dealer that sold us Towed Haul came in and said he'd buy it, and for the asking price. He was also going away for a week, well it was Labour Day, so we put things on hold until our return.

I confirmed that the dealer did indeed want to buy and arranged a time to drop the trailer at his lot, and then had the tricky task of letting a couple of private buyers know that we'd already sold. One guy was piqued to the point of writing me a snippy e-mail, but given that I'd made no commitment to him, I didn't feel too bad about how things had worked out.

We spent a couple of days removing fifteen years worth of stuff we'd collected inside the trailer as well as giving her a good clean inside and out, before setting off on our final tow. Almost as if the camping gods knew, we had a stiff wind behind us for the ninety-minute run, and achieved an amazing 14.6 litres/100km gas mileage, probably the best since we'd had the LT tires installed.

Handing our pride and joy over wasn't quite as hard as I'd imagined, largely because of the work we'd done up to that point meant that this was really the logical conclusion. That said, neither of us dared look back as we drove away, trailer-less.

Curiously I feel a little lighter now. Owning such a big and fancy bit of kit is actually quite a responsibility, and now that's gone. We perhaps could have worked to get a better price on the sale, but at this point, to get a clean break was worth undervaluing the Airstream a little, and having the money sitting in our savings does go a long way towards easing the pain.

As for the Toadmobile, well she's in a kind of semi-retirement. No more hauling a couple of tons of metal around behind her, but we'll keep her going as long as we can.

As for next year? I'm sure we'll find other things to do.

I will keep this blog going because I can carry on using it for our other travel adventures, if not for the benefit of the world at large, then purely for me.

So long, Towed Haul...