Ok, not really.
It was actually a 1967 Volkswagen Westfalia pop-top bus.
And it wasn't the river... it was the Sea of Cortez.
|Barra de Navidad, Jalisco, Mexico, 1972|
Typical camp set up. Gotta love the sunshade on the windshield.
And the way the doors were always open for maximum ventilation.
That car was a part of my childhood. That car was my friend.
|Santa Cruz, Jalisco, Mexico, 1972|
This river feeds into a bay that goes out to the ocean.
I guess literally this time it is "a van down by the river."
Like I said, I was quite little, so I don't remember much. I do remember some things vividly, although I'm not sure accurately.
|Central Baja, Mexico, 1972|
Camping surely because the top is popped.
I remember the sunsets even way back then.
|Outside Guadalajara, Mexico, 1972|
Eating watermelon on the side of the road.
I'm the little one. Don't miss the surf boards on the roof rack.
These are the things of my childhood.
|1st Estuary outside Puerto Penasco, Sonora, Mexico, 1971|
My very favorite part is the bandanna around my waist turning the too-big shirt into a dress.
Or maybe it's the little closet.
Or my dad's sunhat.
No wait... it's the fact that neither of us have shoes on. I don't think we wore shoes for a couple years.
Maybe I did grow up some in that van.