One old camper van + us = summer fun
We had decided on adding a camper van to our life and the search began. Craigslist and Kijiji became part of our daily rounds. We drove long distances and visited a few, but nothing felt quite right. One day my father called to say that he had seen an ad and it was in our own community. We jumped in the car. As we pulled up I just knew. I couldn't stop smiling as we shook hands with the owner. The side door swung open and we stepped in. Yes, this was the one. We would climb into those seats and drive along side by side, we would brew our coffee and sit at the little table reading and talking, we would make up our cozy bed and curl up together at the end of each day. It was meant to be ours.
And so now it is. Our little place on wheels is as much home to me as anything has ever been.
Such delight to feather this nest - throw pillows, napkin holder, a percolater. Finding places to store our books and bags. Filling the cupboard. Stocking the wine cellar - alright a box. Wrapping ourselves in the fleecy blankets maman made us. We love it all.
And like any of my homes it has begun to be filled with the bits and pieces that find their way into my pockets. A shell from a beach walks, a wishing rock from a rocky shore, a small pinecone.
We carefully log all the places where we have layed our heads - the pages filling with memories of the Sunshine Coast, Whistler, Vancouver Island, Washington and Oregon coasts.
Oh, and, being me, of course a quote. On our dashboard we have a lovely tile which reads "And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon."
And we do.
"When using a public campground, a tuba placed on your picnic table will keep the
campsites on either side vacant." ~Author Unknown
All good things, k
