I don’t know how this stuff overtakes me. I’ve been searching for a great deal on a VW minivan and have found myself (predictably) off task. Now, you know from my camping experience that I will never again find myself sleeping in a tent. This doesn’t make me anti-camping. Just anti-tents. I have an odd preoccupation with miniature living spaces. And I’m ok with roughing it, I just need to be off the ground.
So I’ll shorten the explanation portion and simply tell you what has deterred me from my car search. Stu is terrified that this is going to be our new family car. He could be right. Meet the Volkswagen Vanagon:
I. freaking. love. it.
I do not care that they stopped making it in 1991. I want it so bad. That thing has a sink, stove, closet, bed, dining area, storage space, and a loft for the kiddos. And it will fit in a parking spot. If I have 4 children you can bet your britches that I will be hauling them to the lake in this thing. They will be so embarrassed.
While I’m avidly scouring the internet to find out everything I can about this creature of perfection, I find free spirit spheres. Basically free hanging tree houses.
I’m gonna need to sleep in one of them. I’m obviously incapable of a typical vacation.