Unless we’re boondocking on remote public land (which is one of my favorite things) I often feel like we, and our van, are being constantly watched.
It could be the bright yellow exterior, of course. It could be our incredibly cute dog. (Just today a toddler saw her through the open bed doors and shouted “what a great kitty! Meow!”) It could be my extreme level of attractiveness, especially now that I wash my hair on average every three weeks. (Okay, probably not that last one.) I think part of it is the fact that converted vans are still a novelty for most people — especially when they realize we live in ours full time — and our situation isn’t hard to figure at a glance.
