The actual camper is a vintage 70's jalopy of an RV, about 30 feet long with an old white paint job and a faded brown stripe down the side. Bumpers and miscellany hang semi-loose everywhere, and the roof is busy with things tied down. The inside decor is a happy marriage of mobile-home retiree kitsch and squatter guerilla architecture. Some of the old faux wood paneling remains, while the rest has been overlaid with found lumber fastened by mismatched found screws.

In the rear they gutted whatever was once there and installed three sinks for rinsing, and a few five gallon carboys filled with water. This is where the decorative cooler of chlorine solution sits. A postcard with a portrait of Che Gueverra occupies the place of honor above the diner-style table, and all over the walls, scrawled in black magic marker in different hands are little slogans. Here they are:

"End the monopoly on life: share food . . . and fuck welfare!"

"The aim of existence is to offer resistance to the flow of time."

"All your private property is target for your enemy and your enemy is we." - Jefferson Airplane

Next to a picture of a big pugnacious cop: "If you don't awaken and see what this man is doing to us then it will be too late."

"They may have the gas ovens built and going before you realize that they're already hot." - Malcolm X

"Corporate Amerika has a gun to your head and you are pulling the trigger"

"In service each other we become free." - Camelot inscription on the Round Table

"Live free or die." - Misty and Brutus

"The thing to remember when traveling is the trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too FAST and you miss all you are travelling for! Ride the dark trail." - Louis L'Amour

"Haste is a form of violence."

"He who bitches will be a bitch!"