Summer of love
Yes, it’s true. My partner and I bought a 1956 vintage camper (pictured above, a tiny teal lil lima bean). We started looking at campers over a year ago, went to some viewings, found a dream camper that actually turned out to be driftwood, and then paused the search. Well, I paused my search.
My partner kept browsing, though, and when she showed me this one on Saturday, I knew it was ours. YES YES YES — I hope, dear reader, that you can feel my gratitude and joy. My greatest hope for this summer is deep nourishment, tending to the land I live on, slowness, and being — also, swimming.
Finding this camper at this exact moment is a reminder in trusting the timing of all things, in not rushing, in slowing down. This summer restoration project feels like a gift. And to receive this gift required a total letting go of how I thought it would happen.