Last Updated February 26, 2004

You are wanderer number to make this rest stop a part of your journey.
Your path has brought you here and I hope you find what it is you seek.

Don't be alarmed - thevandweller.com is down, will have it all taken care of shortly! Will be updating this site too. Peace & thanks, ~VanDweller

Let the pictures load... they're worth it!

(If you get an X box where there should be one, right click and select "Show picture".)

It has been said that, "No matter how humble, there's no place like home."

www.thevandweller.com: New site for VanDweller books & CDs! If you're looking for my books & CDs, go here...

Thanksgiving - Thursday, November 27, 2003.

Greetings and good wishes. I send out prayers of peace to all areas of conflict; I send out prayers of relief to all in need; I send out prayers of freedom for those who are held against their will. Today I will fast out here in the woods. Am I protesting Thanksgiving? No, not at all. Thanksgiving has (thankfully) become more about family and celebration of what we have and our many blessings than the fairy tale on which it was founded. On this day in that respect I pray for us all - not just those gathered at the table, but those whose bones we walk on and drive over to get there. It's only right I pay my respects to them on this day. And though contrary, my way of celebrating Thanksgiving is not negative - it is an affirmation that, yes, I have many blessings. For me I show my appreciation to the Creator by voluntarily doing without for a day, aligning myself in solidarity with those who HAVE nothing to eat today. When we celebrate, we surround ourselves with that which is of priority importance to us; for most that is family and food. For me, though I love my family, they are far away... and I always prefer to visit by choice rather than obligation. The Sacred Garden I live in is a temple to me, and my freedom to be here is VERY important to me, so it is this I celebrate here in this church of cedar and sunlight, of oak tree and earth, in solitude but not alone. It is a pretty meaninful act to feed the birds over yourself, to put out seeds for the squirrels as you fast. If I have to explain how deep that goes, you'd never understand. Know I wish you peace, love, music, health, freedom and happiness. Your Brother in the woods, VanDweller

September 14, 2003: As promised, a bunch of new pictures. Be patient and let them load; go grab yourself a delicious beverage and consider it on me. Peace, ~VanDweller

September 12, 2003

First let me send prayer out to those affected by those dark days two years ago, and those the world over who daily suffer the senseless tragedies of human lunacy.
Second, my condolences to everyone on the loss of Johnny Cash this morning. I am including myself in this as it is truly our loss when such a force checks out of the Earth Motel... journey on, Man In Black.

BIG update, if my computer will stop its kvetching and get back to normal there'll be new pics up here next week. The Summer has been beautiful. We've had rain and reasonable temperatures, and this means things have been happening out at VanDweller's place while we still maintain the "walking pace" of rural life... why I'm here to begin with! So here goes, all the news I'm sure you all have been literally clamoring for.

THE NEW CABIN is weathered in, floored and awaiting doors and windows. Sometimes you just need a big, square room. It's 12x16'.

RAINWATER COLLECTION tank & system will be all hooked up over the Winter. It'll be filled off the cabin roof, and is next to the outdoor watering-off area!

LAND: Driveway (caliche), lots of brush burned (burning cedar is a sacred smell), and little areas like this are springing up throughout the acres... hammock in the trees, a bus seat under a sprawling oak... where you stand determines what you see, and the peace of the woods is what I wish to carry within, so I like many different places to be. Some as they are, some touched by our hands and sweat...

MAIN LIVING QUARTERS: Sir Bustopher has housed Van and SheDweller comfortably for a year and a half, hoping to dwell in the cabin this Winter & do more with the bus interior. For those new here, he's a 1980 GMC school bus, 36' long 8' wide and 10' high, with a 350 2-barrel V8 and 5-speed. It runs great but isn't driven off the property. Someday... perhaps we shall journey "further".

THE SHACK: VanDweller's "completion of the circle" shack in the woods is now a tiny little music room called "Organic Sound", because no matter what you record, there are birdy, squirrel, breeze and bug pal noises in the background!

DECK from scrap materials I built out back; great view. There'll be some under-star sleep-outs happening HERE in the fall, you can count on it!

BOOKS & RECORDINGS: Check the Parking Lot Press site at www.thevandweller.com for details, but let's just say VanDweller's body of work has come together with a handful of CD releases and a few books too!

JOE THE TRUCK is the '74 Dodge pickup that is the right tool for every job. Joe recently got new Gabriel shocks up front and a pair of air shocks in the rear. My friends at The Auto Outlet in San Marcos, Texas have a spacer that should cure the left front sagging. They tell me this was a problem in this design and since Dodge used it for, like, 15 years it's fairly common! Joe is oxidized and listing but well-loved; all is normal!

An ode to my daily driver:
VISIT THE OFFICIAL "Joe The Truck" PAGE! (UPDATED 9-12-03)

SPIRIT OF THE WIND the '88 Dodge van I began writing "Nomadic notations" in when it was my home in '95 has been brought back to life yet again, and has seen highway trips & road camping in Beaumont TX, southern Louisiana, and northwestern Arizona. Hopes for an '04 cross-country up to the northeast are there, let's see if we can work out the few remaining computer glitches. It's sad when you have to be looking at 20-year-old vehicles to find something you can work on & fix. Then again, there's nothing without a computer and fuel injection that would weigh almost 6000 pounds, have a 360 motor, cruise at 75 and pull over 17 mpg!

BLUE MOON: Speaking of old vehicles, Blue has been at rest for a couple of years, now a shrine for visiting Nomads who have followed the saga of VanDweller through this site and the books. Only time, rust, and an indisputable sign from the sentient '72 Ford Parcel Van himself will tell if it's ever to see the road again. It would be quite a challenge; so long as Blue wishes, he will remain at rest and at peace.

VISIT THE BLUE MOON MEMORIAL PAGE about the '72 Ford housetruck!
(UNDER PERPETUAL RE-CONSTRUCTION)

VISITORS have included Nomad and local itinerant poet and Holy Man Daniel White Bear (D.C. Bianchino), and young Nomad Phil in his little diesel step-van on his way to the West Coast... and the usual inhabitants of deer, 'dillo, squirrel, raccoon, possum, baby rattler, "Toadford", the neighbors chickens & roosters (I call them "the duckies"), all forms of birdy, bunny, and the occasional kittencat.

"Toadford." He lives near the path to the little shack.

Holy mackerel, would you look at the nuts on this guy!?

LASTLY, I feel like a TOTAL DICK for this. I don't know how many of you are still here from the old days, I mean the REAL old days pre-internet when I was tooling around in a black '79 Ford shorty with diamond windows in the sides. Well, it's gone now. It hadn't run in 8 years and rotted away, and Perry the auto recycler will maybe make a few bucks off of its weight in what metal is left. There have been VERY few vehicles I have had hauled off over the years, but this one was too far gone to even STORE stuff in...

Look at the rot in the floor; not much driver's floor left in this rock 'n roll van!

I bought it in 1990 from Pat, a bass player in the Cape Cod, MA alt/punk band Tripp Lullabye. Their singer Erik Carter had been living in it and moved out, so I traded a Carvin bass cabinet for it and drove it home. After a new windshield, it became my main machine and hauled me around North to Maine and south to Texas 'til around '94. The faded multi-color shag was discintegrating, the body was coming apart, the sunroof & vent leaked, I got hit in Austin in '92 (front left), the replacement doors & fenders started to rot (must be contagious), and though the motor (replaced in '91) "ran when I parked it" the rest of the van was just worn out at 203,000 miles. It gave up some small parts for some future Ford van project, a good fender for a buddy of mine, and I kissed its side and said "Thank you, friend" before I turned away. I turned back to take pics of it riding off on the back of Perry's truck; its final drive... one last taste of the wind. Goodbye little black Ford!

And peace to YOU, my friend, whoever and wherever YOU are!

"And when, on the still and cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him."
~Jack London, "Call Of The Wild"

THIS ENDS THIS UPDATE. SOMETIME I'LL SORT OUT THE STUFF BELOW AND UPDATE THE LINKAGE!!!

So since we last spoke, the world has gone crazy. Tommy Chong has been arrested for selling glass bongs and some idiot in California (of all places... imagine that) is suing because he didn't know about some bad ingredient in Oreo cookies, which he's been eating his whole life. Now, I'm certainly not going to shed tears over the company being sued, but you have to be a complete jagoff to not know eating Oreos your whole life is gonna have some kind of negative bearing on your nutritional health balance. How bad? Who cares, they're COOKIES. They're BAD FOR YOU. If you DO somehow discover, as an adult, that the big corporation is putting some bad ingredient in your cookies, stop eating them; don't try to turn it into a cash prize. You're still a dumbass - you haven't won anything. Even if you ARE a lawyer (he is). Hey, it's only 99% of those guys that give the rest of them a bad name anyway...

What I WILL shed a tear for is that capitalism, democracy, and many basic tenets & freedoms this country was FOUNDED on have been sold to corporations and put in the hands of lawyers... and flushed right down the swirling crapper of human lunacy.

So I guess that leaves me, VanDweller, out here in the woods, the ODD one, the CRAZY one, the one who RAN AWAY from so-called NORMAL LIFE and out to the sense, peace, and sanity of the woods that called to me, to keep writing, singing, and pounding nails. You know what? The Whipporwill is singing and the moon is going to be out & full shortly. There's more work to do on Sir Bustopher the school bus & the new cabin (auxiliary living & storage), and I've been watching the woods come alive with all sorts of sane, beautiful, feathered, fuzzy and even stick-like creatures. Funny, I don't FEEL crazy...

Sir Bustopher says "You can get out, too... plan your escape!"

Here's a little friend, one of the many that drop by for song and seed.

First stickbug of the year, doing what stuckbugs do best; hanging upside-down with one leg in the air and looking like STICKS! I doubt if a stickbug ever questions his purpose or loses his sense of self. They all seem to have it pretty much together.

April 20, 2003

With the arrival of the official VanDweller site at www.thevandweller.com, this site will return to its origins of a sort of a kind of journal and discussion of the path, the only path I know... the path of VanDweller, now BusDweller and WoodsDweller. If you're into what I'm doing, help me and help you (thereby helping the world by our examples of LIVING and DOING) by picking up some books and music for your journey from the BIG site... Now for the extremely daunting task of UPDATING THIS SITE...

Easter Sunday, 2003... peel the loose skin off that blister and toss it on the dirt pile with a little prayer of thanks. Today, being one of deliberate acts of meaning, church is this home and the prayer is a new fire pit. Every action done with intent that is good, with reverence and love, is prayer. There is no such thing as just adding water to the tea... not for one whose life has meaning. The water carries a prayer and a sense of participation in process, and thankfulness for the blessings and blisters and good work that fills our days, souls and life. Be well, my friends... and watch your step from here on down, as this site is under reconstruction. ~VD.

February 9, 2003

GREETINGS from Sir Bustopher Schoolbus! The big site update is underway, with new pics and words from yours truly, VanDweller... bringing you internet quality since 1997! SO much good stuff happening in VanDweller land, my friends... Spirit Of The Wind is back on the road. For most of you, the shot of the white Dodge up top is the first view you have had of the good ship Spirit Of The Wind, the van I wrote most of Nomadic Notations in during '95 when it was HOME. Well, after much work this noble chariot is more ROAD MACHINE than ever. It went on a 2500 mile road trip to NW Arizona over the Holidays... cruised at 75, averaged around 15 mpg. It is done up inside with carpeting and pieces from the late, great BLUE MOON (Home 2000-2001) and weighs around 5200 lbs. For you gearheads, it has a fuel injected 360, automatic w/lockup torque converter and 2.9 rearend gears. Not a hill slows it down from its relaxed cruise.

ALSO... 2003 will see the release of VanDweller CDs and more BOOKS! Stay tuned for more info, and a DOMAIN CHANGE. I'm so excited my BEARD is HUMMING!!! And yes, it DID snow here for the first time in years, if you can really call this "SNOW"... Look! Iced Joe!

November 2002

Greetings from the little bus in the woods! This site has gotten bigger than I ever imagined and to think you actually are interested and even inspired by my path and words humbles me and makes me feel like I am truly accomplishing something in this life. Here are some brief updates and a message for the Holiday season.

THE SITE: This will be the last update of the year 2002. I'll update again Mid-January and try and neaten some of this up! There aren't any new pics to show at this moment, since the digital camera went bye-bye. Your favorite Nomad is going to treat himself right, though, and find a new one shortly. Wait 'til you see...

THE BUS: Sir Bustopher is getting a cedar shower and more finishing inside by the week; it is growing more comfy by the day. Nomad is snug, warm and happy. Getting that hole for the shower base drain through the floor was an effort in beating the living crap out of myself, but with a sawzall, 3 blades, a drill, 2 bits, a cold chisel and a 3 pound sledgehammer I got a 4" hole through the steel of the floor. No wonder this thing weighs so much! It's a big yellow vault.

BLUE MOON: Officially took it's last ride, a somber procession (as pushed by Joe the Truck) to a small area in the trees where it shall serve as a Mecca for wayward future Nomads and Nomesses who shall come and leave offerings. It has relinquished the majority of its accessories, fittings and systems to none other than...

SPIRIT OF THE WIND!!! Yes, friends, the old 88 Dodge van that housed me some years back and was the motor-vation for many writings and the walls of my re-birth, my womb with a view for many road trips and many hours spent in many parking lots. After naps in upstate New York and then here over the past 5 years, it RIDES AGAIN! I will have pics of it in its current stripped-out cargo van state and a transformation into customized self-contained road trip machine. This is a legendary vehicle and noble chariot and the writings that came out of our travels became the now famous Nomadic Notations book...

THE SHACK: withstood the rainy Summer and Fall with no problems and has housed some interesting guests. Haven't insulated or done anything with it other than sit in there, read, and soak up the good vibes as I watch the birdies out the windows.

WRITINGS: Coming shortly are the follow-up to Nomadic Notations and some other surprises!

OK! So that's what's going on here. You have safe and wonderful Holidays, tell everyone you love that you do so you never have any "Wishisaids"... life is unpredictable; however we must not fear the waters but ride the crest of the wave while it is here and ours to ride. I personally am continuing my voluntary simplicity path and though I am always extremely grateful for gifts from relatives and friends, am requesting with ALL respect that they keep them in currency form, put them in envelopes, and donate it all to local homeless shelters in their area. I NEED nothing beyond the peace of having done something to help the path of a Brother or Sister in need, directly or indirectly, and all I WANT is more time which is not up to anyone to give me. I will follow my path and the rest will take care of itself... "Buy less but give more." I wish you good path and ripples my friend! We'll talk again next year. Peace, love and music to all good people wherever they are and all creatures of the Earth from one soul out in the big woods of the Lone Star State. Signed, your Brother VanDweller.

Enjoy the rest of the site!

NOMADIC NOTATIONS... great big thoughts from one little Nomad; since 1997

From being "On the road" to going "Back to the land", the fact that I'm 30 years out of context is merely a detail... Welcome to Van Dweller's nest in Cyberspace. Stay awhile and have a look around; go grab yourself a cold beverage and consider it compliments of ME. This site started in 1998 as a tribute to my then soon-to-be rolling home Blue Moon. Growing ever more weary of the constant bombardment from every direction to produce and consume, I planned my escape from the "Normal" world. Since that fateful journey, many folks have come along with me in spirit as I go "Back to the land" in rural Texas. Your interest humbles me... I know of those few who "get it" and want to do this, so few are able to. I have few bills, rent nothing, need little, and want even less. I've been blessed to sleep under the stars and eat food touched by the flame of open fire. I know how hard it has been but I realize how lucky I am to be free. It's a fair trade to me. And, if in some small way, my words inspire you or make you smile or dream, I am the richest man on the planet. What more can one guy ask for but to spread goodness and leave one's footprints in the sands of time?

UPDATE: Monday, October 7, 2002.
Before I put the most recent pics up, I figure it's time to get organized. This page has so much stuff it was starting to get random and cluttered... not that that isn't consistent with VanDweller's life, it just doesn't make for a good read. So read on, and know I'm working on it. BIG NEWS! Spirit Of The Wind, the '88 Dodge van I lived in while I started writing what would become the Nomadic Notations book, is being resurrected! It will be equipped as a traveling home for some road trips that will be coming up... using various pieces out of the now out-to-pasture Blue Moon. What is Blue Moon, you ask? You must be new here...

Blue Moon, the original subject of this page, is a 1973 (Birthdate late 1972) Ford "Parcel" van, a box truck that was my home during fantastic road trips and some time out in the woods. Due to the ravages of time (in the immortal words of Neil Young, "Rust never sleeps") and hard miles, this noble chariot of freedom was officially retired from the road June 30, 2001 (in ceremony involving prayer, a few tears,and some Fairbanks port) after its last trip, a jaunt to the 2nd annual Rolling Homes Across America gathering. Read about the roadtrip here: ROADTRIP

Update: September 16, 2002

Well, it's beginning to feel like fall at the homestead. "Fatass", the world's largest caterpillar, has devoured much of one of the pepper plants. Imagine a magic marker that's green with a wierd facial area and nubby little leglike things stuck to a stem, and you can picture Fatass. Munch, munch, munch. I can't complain; he's entitled to some too, I know I've been enjoying them. He's a faterpillar. From the looks of things, he'll become a butterfly so big it'll have landing gear and numbers on it's buttoxial region. Okay, that's about enough of that. Sir Bustopher pics will be up soon, there's a bunk over the cab, a nifty L-shaped counter/breakfast nook by the bed and a cedar shower taking shape... and I'll try to update the links but that's SO time consuming and there's just SO much to do with the cooler weather here. Bear with me, friends! Hope you all are enjoying yourselves. Peace. ~V.

WARNING: THINGS ARE RANDOM FROM HERE DOWN. SITE UNDER RECONSTRUCTION. WATCH YOUR STEP; DON"T TRIP OVER THE FRAGMENTS AND DETRITUS (or the occasional BROWN MOUND!)

Ok! OK! READY FOR SOME UPDATED PICS? Keep reading; like home cooked taste, "It's in there!" (Let this stuff load for a few minutes, it's worth it; go grab a beverage or tickle the cat... then sit down, breathe, relax, and let the rest of the world get in line.)

"Sir Bustopher"

THE NEST
A womb with a view. For those feeling ready to return to the Earth, like a seed to regerminate, prepare to build your own small shelter... it's part of it. Trust me. "Man builds home as home builds man."

FROM THE NEW BOOK "Once In A Blue Moon", available at www.thevandweller.com:

Old Biker saying: "If I have to explain it, you wouldn't understand."

"Don't you want to live in a normal house?"

"Why do you make it so hard on yourself?"

"Are you just trying to be as different as you can?"

"Why do you hide your face with that beard?"
"Can't you just be NORMAL?"
Oh, the questions. We call them friends, family, loved ones, and we do love them. And they us. But they don't get it. And when you're out here on the fringes, if you have to explain it, they'll never understand. They'll go to church to worship a bearded, longhaired visionary who preached harmony, acceptance and communion with the land. But you grow into one, and all Hell breaks loose. They don't get it. It's so easy to ask those narrow-worldview-shaded questions there, from their world, with no idea of the dreams, goals, fears, ambitions, loves, losses, challenges, victories, anxieties, hopes, busted asses... the sanctity of self-sovereignty all this brings when coupled with the freedom of walking your own road.

"That's really selfish, to live only to please yourself."
They don't get it.
"You must be willing to make concessions if you want to keep ties to the normal society."
They don't get it.
"Why can't you just be normal?"
They don't get it.

BUT I AM WITH YOU, brothers and sisters. I GET IT. And I'm walking my path and I cannot be derailed by other people not seeing my tracks or accepting where they lead. I'm tired of negotiating who I can be. I'm through conceding my rights to look, act and live as I see fit as a sane, rational, intelligent, independent being of sound mind and body. I make concessions to the Creator, to Mother Earth, to my soul. NOT to the pacification of those who shall never understand the ways of a free man or feel that by virtue of their not understanding this it is all somehow invalidated.

Small shelters are the way to go.

I have an unusual relationship to vehicles, to say the least.
ABOUT VANDWELLER
Dad always had a motorhome as a kid, so we can blame him... but everything I ever wanted to be involved travel of some sort. Truck driver, rock star, Cannonball Baker Sea-To-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash (aka the "Cannonball Run") participant, the vagabond in the door of the passing freight train, you get the idea. With little stops to do some good work along the way, it was destiny; it was to be me and the road... I have expanded my mind by living life as if it were Jazz; improvisationally. We know where we start and we know it'll end; what happens between is up to you. I bought my first van at 19 and knew the rusted old Dodge and I had some wings that needed flight to grow strong.

(Many vans and many miles later, reborn as a man of the Earth, I since have learned much from the woods and its inhabitants, and will be eternally grateful for their acceptance of myself and my little wheeled home. I am poor, free, and completely alive.)

ABOUT THE PATH...

LIVING NOMADICALLY is nothing new... it's only been recent history that we've all been stationary. For thousands of years nomadic peoples wandered this planet. It only seems wacky because it, as a lifestyle, is so drastically out of context within a world of intertwined lives and livelihoods all based on stationary life.

Who is nomadic: Truck drivers. Touring musicians. Artists. Hip people of various description. Elderly full-timers. Not so elderly full- timers. The fields and plains of this country's past nomads have been replaced by the roads and highways of the modern age. But the theory is the same... to use that which is available for use, leave as few footprints as possible, and make one's own decisions about where to go, what to do, and how long to stay. Sounds pretty RADICAL in these times, doesn't it? And unless you're retired and driving a 30' Itasca, people will think you're out of your mind.

But if the majority of people who lead 9-to-5 lives, with credit cards and mortgages and debt they'll be lucky to dig out of by the time they're retirement age... people rigidly set in their schedules and activities, so booked they can't do anything but work and think about work... people who have long ago abandoned the youthful spark of adventure to what they're sold as "security" and "respectability" and "the normal, right way to live"... if these people whose values and goals are completely different from mine think I'm nuts for wanting to have the time to dance under the sun and live life as I go, then I MUST BE DOING SOMETHING RIGHT.

It's the road less traveled, and it's hardships are payments on a life full of excitement and change. Both good, positive things which SCARE THE DUNG OUT OF PEOPLE WHO THINK SECURITY COMES FROM THE SAME JOB FOR 30 YEARS AND GREAT CREDIT RATINGS. Security is ACTUALLY "The independence and ability to withstand change which is going to happen ANYWAY." There is NO SUCH THING as a secure job, unless it's something you do because you love it and manage it yourself. Then it is not a JOB but YOUR CALLING, YOUR PURPOSE, YOUR LIFE'S WORK. Even then, my landlord could've done one of many creepy maneuvers and **BINK!** goodbye storefront! The security is within yourself, filed under "Self Confidence." Understanding this is the key to walking the fine line between serving and selling one's soul.

***The roads we choose determine where we go***
If you don't like where you're being driven....if the man's destination isn't where you want to go, DON'T GET ON HIS BUS. Make your own "bus". Take the wheel.

OTHER ROADS TO TRAVEL

ELMO'S VAN LIVING: Must be a brother I never knew I had!
RUST & NOISE: Info on dealing with some vehicle problems. VW-specific but lots of good info!
PSYCHEDELIC GUITAR SITE!: Go and worship at the altar of psychedelic guitar!
BUILDING OF A HOUSETRUCK: Best site so far? You tell me. This dude is an artist...
SMALL SHELTERS: Davetta from NYC absolutely rocked my world with this link!
MOTORHOMES OF NEW ZEALAND: There looks to be quite the housetruck scene in NZ.
WANDERINGS: A mag in NZ for those who answer the call...
GYPSY FAIR: Has some pics of NZ homebuilts.
MORE NZ HOUSETRUCKERS!: Nice interior shots.
COZY WINTER HOUSETRUCK SCENE:
UNIMOG: The ultimate go-anywhere conversion!.
A SCHOOL BUS PROJECT:
FULL TIMERS: In their own words.
CAMPER PLANS: Good layout ideas here.
HOMEMADE CAMPER TRAILER: Nice drawings with measurements.
AWESOME SITE!: Tons of info and articles.
BIRDSONG GUITARS: Cool guitars from nearby town of Wimberley.
Leigh Stephens: Learn about this highly influential psychedelic guitar God.
A MAN AND HIS ORIGINAL GENERAL LEE CHARGER: Call me a weanus, but I think this is is pretty cool.
School Bus Motor Home Conversion Full Timers: A great source site for the curious. Tell 'em Vandweller sent ya.
Mr. Sharkey's Home Page: Two words: "Housetrucks, housetrucks, housetrucks!"
Tribute to a hermit: A bit extreme, perhaps, but what a soul.
sKOOLie & Transit chat: A chat geared (so to speak) towards School buses and Transits visited by lots of cool nomadic minded folk.
Homemade In Japan!: Trucks to drive off into the sunset in, from the land of the Rising Sun. Enjoy the English as you enjoy the pictures.
Yes, I DO live in a bus.: Yes, he DOES live in a bus.
Gallery of Live-In Vehicles!: Click on "homes" and be prepared for a wild ride.
The FOOL BUS.: The hilarious journal of a kid and his first bus project!
Free places to park across the USA.: Includes PARKING LOTS!
Interesting foreign motorhome design.: Not too specific, but the broken English is kinda funny.
A guy building an '88 International School Bus.: Someone's going to be VERY busy... and MAN are these things HUGE!
Another Nomad's page.: Worth checking out!
Unread ACME product fine print.: Unrelated but hysterical. You'll bust a nut!
'47 GMC bus project.: This is a project and a half!
Blue Moon kin!: A well done '71 Ford van home brew camper!
Cool site about a VW Hippy Bus traveller.: Great pics!
If Blue weighs 7000 lbs. on Earth, how much would it weigh on Uranus?: ...and more!

Vandweller wishes you peace. "Love each other and love your mother; she's the only planet we've got. Leave some unpaved beauty for your sons and daughters... While the rest of the world is in chaos and disharmony, we have the opportunity to live in the Sacred Garden. Not just SURVIVE, but to LIVE. I hope you all find your way..."
~V.D. (E-mail: van_dweller@hotmail.com)

Man, I'm STILL sorting through all this. I know there are random pictures down here!

Here's the view towards the back door. To the left is the bookshelf and counter, to the right the sink and another counter. I love looking out through this little window in the morning as I make breakfast, or at night as I lay on the couch with the starlight glowing through the trees...

Deetle, deetle, deetle.