Going through some of our old photos, I came across this one from around 1994 or so....we were living in our school bus home on the streets of San Francisco.
In many ways it was a good life; not an easy one by any means....but we got by. We made our own electricity, found and pumped our own water, took care to dump our own waste. Like true pioneers. And we managed to do it for about three years.
We parked at China Basin the majority of the time, along with others who preferred wheel estate to real estate.
It was like a little, loosely connected community of individualistic folk who found an alternate way to live.
Sometimes I miss that lifestyle; being able to park somewhere wonderful to watch the sunset while eating a nice home cooked meal, the million dollar view we had through our windshield, the way folks watched as we drove by....even our kitty, Mocha, seemed to enjoy it.
But life changes, and we along with it. All that's left are the memories, but they are plenty to keep me happy.
So for today, Fifty Five Is The New Memories of School Bus Days...the old 58 GMC, still sweet on my mind.
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