In San Francisco I found a vehicle community just past the foot of Golden Gate Park at Ocean Beach. Vehicle communities are fun because (a) the people living in them tend to be freaks, and (b) they're an obvious deterrent to thieves. Click a pic to make it big. |
That's me between the RVs.
The street was lousy with RVs. At night every spot was filled, making the street an array of live-in vehicles. What made the community even nicer was the fact that it was 100 feet away from the ocean.
Inside the WryBreadBox.
Note the curtains. My biggest fear is that someone will get a peak of my very vulnerable laptop and other pricey miscellany. So I put up curtains everywhere, like every other paranoid person living in a van or truck.
Here's a picture of the van in full multimedia mode. At the time of the picture I had just finished printing some cover art for a CD, and it's hanging to dry on the curtain (the thing with the gold bubbles), and a CD was being burned. The shirt laid nonchalantly over the CD burner is to obscure the burner in the dreaded case of someone getting a peak inside the van. This computer stuff is going to give me an ulcer one way or another.
Another pic of the same thing.
View of the bow. Note the swiveling seat.
View of the stern.
Click here for more pictures of Van Glorious the WryBreadBox.
To get to the beach I walk up the stairs,
cross the street,
walk over the painted sign which inexplicably reads "don't live here, don't surf here",
walk through the obligatory sand dune,
and voila, beach.
Look left
Look right.
Can you believe this picture was taken on a nice Saturday afternoon
and there isn't a single radio, cooler, or even beach towel in evidence?
There's a little litter, but it doesn't overpower the beach at all. The beach has an
amazingly rural feel to it.