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.
And ok... coming clean, I didn't literally "grow up" in that van. Although there was a long stint of my childhood where we did live in said Volkswagen bus. Say... around the age of 3. There was a little built in kitchen. And a bed. And curtains. It was the early 70's after all. Think kinda hippie-esque. Think clothing optional.
|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."
|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.
There certainly was no air conditioning. No McDonald's french fries and goldfish scattered about. No cup holders. No GPS. No video player. No car seats, seat belts, or restraint system of any form. I'm sure there was no satellite radio. Or a cell phone at an arm's length. No moon roof. Surely no traveling at 65 miles per hour.
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.