When you're going to move a semi-safe, fully-illegal trailer you do it when it's quiet. We left Tompkins farm at 4 AM after about 3 hours of sleep. The grass was covered in a heavy dew. We took the back way as much as possible, but held our breath crossing the Rip Van Winkle Bridge over the Hudson River at 5AM. Apparently the Spartan is not that suspicious. We'd already brought it down from a mountaintop to Tompkins Farm and had burnt out the brake pads in the process. This time it was all uphill and the truck really struggled under the weight. When we got the hideout we stopped in the middle of our road and parked. Becca and I reclined our seats and fell immediately to sleep. When woke a few hours hours later I wanted to pull the trailer to it's final resting place, but when I turned the ignition the truck made no sound. It was then that I noticed I'd left the lights on when we fell asleep. Dead battery. Oh shit. Oh yeah, AAA! A rugged and stoic upstate type dude showed up and told us that aside from leaving the lights on, towing a trailer like this was murder on the battery. He jumped the old acid covered battery, and suggested a new one. Touche' sir. I later realized that this truck was only rated to pull 2.5 tons. The trailer weighs 5000 lbs. This was around the time that I realized I'd also blown the engine on the truck pulling this old tin box to the top of a mountaintop.
We had nice group of friends up for the 4th. Chris, Jess and the boys, Liz & Eli, and Amanda. Thanks to them for all the help!