Driving north out of Denver early this afternoon, I looked over to my right and caught the Earthroamer factory whipping by. It being Sunday, the place was closed, but they had a few models outside in the lot, so I pulled off the highway to get a sense of just how much better life might be if I had a cool half million or so burning a hole in my pocket.
|Which one doesn't belong?|
And speaking of seeing how others go about doing this whole living thing, I'm back in the van after several days in sweaty Florida helping Mom move. Ah, the things we do for love. There's nothing like a few solid days of packing, lifting, and loading to make a guy appreciate the merits of his radically simple life.
I shouldn't give Mom too hard of a time though – we actually fit every single thing she owns into a U-Haul not much bigger than one of those Earthroamers pictured above. How many of you conventional house dwellers out there could pull that off?
Could this nutty urge to live so ridiculously small actually be hereditary?