Skoolie: Day One

It begins

Written by Cheryl

My kids and I occasionally ask, “What is the craziest sentence you’ve said lately?”

My son to his kids: “Quit riding your bicycle in the garage with your eyes closed.”

My daughter to her two year old son: “Quit licking your sister’s cast.”

Me: “We bought a school bus.”

My idea of a getaway is a hotel suite. With room service. In Paris.

So promises like, “You can sleep on a real mattress,” or “you can make coffee anytime you want” don’t exactly give me goosebumps.

My husband, on the other hand, lived in a tent for three months in the dead of winter. He grew up sleeping on the ground, hunting with his bow and arrow, eating fish just pulled from the stream. 

He loves being out there. And because he loves me, he is going to fix up this school bus so I will love being out there with him. And because he is the best man I know and I love him, I am going to embrace this bus. I’m going to hug it. Kiss it on the lips. Learn to love it.

Maybe I actually will.

Written by Bruce

An old canvas tent with 2x4’s propped together, holding it up. Mom sewing up the holes to stop the rain from coming in.

Searching around the campground for rope  because we forgot it at home and now the tent won't stay up, then using the old rusty bailing wire we found.

That was my childhood camping life. Even though it wasn’t glamorous, I loved it. Still do!

I knew a motorhome could give us that outdoor life–adventure, with some comfort– but we didn’t have much to spend.

What about the 30’ school bus that my school was selling?  Cheap. Good shape. Mercedes engine.  Possibilities are endless. In my world, a life of camping luxury awaits.