Upon this Rock I will build my church, or was it these wheels?

Most people would be surprised how many people call a vehicle their home.  Yesterday Kadizzle visited Camp Bum More to see how Dr. Dwayne is recovering from his carpet knife surgery.  Dwayne just turned 61.  Kadizzle would have guessed he was much older.  After his home made surgery Dwayne bragged he had just peddled his bike to the Post office about five miles away.  Sitting in a chair at the encampment was the other all pro bum Gary.  It was a sunny day and cheerfulness was in abundance.  The day trader who recently moved back and lives in his van walked into the bum encampment.  Day Trader makes his living trading penny stocks and says it keeps him alive.  Day Trader was on his way to the Solar shower when he stopped in to see the senior bums,  Day Trader is in his early forties.  Dwayne reached into a paper bag and pulled out the largest can of beer one could purchase.  Before Dwayne opened the beer Day Trader shouted for him to stop.  Quickly Day Trader checked his watch.  As it turned out Dwayne's internal clock was very precise.  It was 11:59 A. M.   Bum etiquette does not permit drinking until noon.   Day Trader gave Dwayne permission to proceed and the afternoon was off to a good start.  Kadizzle drove away on his motor cycle with joy in his heart knowing the bums were so content with so little.  This brings us back to people living in vehicles.

It is amazing the number of people, many with decent resources that live in a van.  The recent sprinter vans with the high roofs have become popular abodes.  Two groups really like them, the kayak people, and the hard core bike people.  Some of our friends here are an older couple living in a van.  Their last career was driving a truck as a team.  Before that they were both professionals making the normal life work.  Another couple beside them is also living the van life.  Most of these people are active and healthy and just don't like being tied down.

Kadizzle meets so many different people in the course of our travels it is hard to keep track.  One person always leads to another.  At the boat ramp Kadizzle engaged the host their in a conversation about model airplanes because he noticed they guy had one.  Model Airplane guys are also a subset of old people looking for something to do.  Kadizzle wanted to get a special battery charged, that only model airplane guys can charge.   As it turned out the host did not have a charger, but said the model airplane guy up near us might have one.  Kadizzle figured he would put the old "It don't hurt to ask" trick to work.  Luckily Model Airplane man was sitting by his big fifth wheel.   Beside his big fifth wheel was his black trailer.  It had a huge array of solar panels.  Kadizzle told him of his dilemma.  Model man took Kadizzle into the black workshop trailer.  It was the mother off all solar power stations, plus a nice little workshop where he worked on his planes. The first thing Kadizzle noticed was a strange little machine that appeared to be making ice.  Kadizzle inquired about what the machine was and indeed it turned out to be an ice machine.  Mr. Model explained to Kadizzle that his solar output was so strong he had nothing to do with all the power so he made "Sun Cubes".  The sun cubes fell out of the ice machine right into his beer cooler.  How convenient.  As usual when you ask for something you often get way more.  Mr. Model offered to give Kadizzle a computerized battery charger for his battery.  To top it off  Mr. Model rewired and delivered it.  Now Kadizzle must find a was to repay.  His wife it turns out plays the electric guitar in the evening and has a good voice to go along with it.

Mrs. Kadizzle took advantage of the nice day to ride her new bike.  In the course of her ride she met a woman with four nice children living in their fifth wheel.  The husband was in Alaska doing oil work.  He works two weeks then returns for two weeks.  The family had just captured a large lizard and that was the excitement for the day .