I’m a pretty happy-go-lucky dog. The only things that really stress me out are (1) loud noises and (2) not having a chance to poop when nature calls… and strangers entering my van… and anyone coming too close to my mom. (I guess I can be a little overprotective.) But really, those first two are my main stress triggers.
Since loud noises are pretty uncommon, number 2 is really the only stressor we need to worry about, and we easily avoid it by sticking to a routine.
Our van is super cozy, especially when we’re in the upstairs bed loft. But being comfortable and cozy while campervanning isn’t as easy as it might seem. We rarely like to fully plan our travels, usually opting for spontaneity when possible. But when it comes to vanlife, that can create some real problems.
It’s official! Our camper van is officially camp-able — albeit a bit incomplete.
Phase One of our van build is nearly finished, so this past weekend we decided to take our Ford Transit campervan out for a test camping trip! With just a few days remaining before our scheduled return to Chicago, we drove the van to both the beach and the desert for a brief but relaxing first trip.
Twenty-six. The only integer that is one greater than a square and one less than a cube, the number of spacetime dimensions in bosonic string theory, and the number of faces in a rhombicuboctahedron (thanks, Wikipedia). That’s how many people were in our Burning Man camp this year — double our numbers from burns past!
Despite our camp’s monstrous growth, however, we managed to keep our important camp traditions intact. Nightly camp dinners, the Da Vinci bar, and our biannual camp photoshoot all brought us together per usual, and some awesome new additions made 2018 even more special.
Could we have done without our recycling queen, that handy megaphone, or our unplanned (but ridiculously delicious) Sunday meat feast? Of course — but it sure wouldn’t have been as memorable without each and every campmate that made up this year’s Prosciutto Bay.