We’ve been toying with the idea of getting a used cargo van and outfitting it for camping. Maybe even living in it full time.
In other news, I have an appointment with a therapist first thing Monday morning.
I’m kidding, of course. But not about the van. A couple of years ago I built a camper on the frame of a small cargo trailer. But it’s only ten feet long and five feet wide on the inside, just enough to hold a bed, some storage, and a desk that’s fronted by a big picture window. It’s a little cutie, as you can see from the image above.
Turns out, it’s also the doppelgänger of a taco wagon, or so half the people who see it claim. I make no judgments in this matter. All I know is I don’t have to set up a tent. Just roll into a campground, crawl under the covers, and go to sleep.
Still, it would be nice to have more room. Maybe a little refrigerator. Perhaps a bathroom/shower. Something that more closely resembles a true camper and not just a hut on wheels. Thus the idea of a cargo van.
Or, just maybe, a bigger trailer. Not one off a lot. I don’t think I could stand all the plastic and thin sheet metal. I’m a wood person, even to the point of felling my own trees and sawing up the lumber.
Another camper would be a fun project, but time intensive. Doing it would cut into my writing time. Right now, that’s not something I want to contemplate.
So, until I do pick up the hammer, look for me on the roads near you. I’ll be the one pulling a taco wagon. You might even convince me to rustle you up a burrito.
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