I found a couple of pictures of Dad’s truck and camper. These photos aren’t as fun as the color pics I found yesterday, but they show the scope (i.e. small and crowded) of the camper.
This photo feels iconic. The truck is parked in the middle of nowhere, somewhere completely nondescript, , and we are looking forward, into the adventure.
See that camper?! Six people lived three months at a time in that camper. No bathroom, no freezer or refrigerator (icebox only), no oven. It was heavenly.
On the door is a white-tail deer and the words “El Cazador” (“the hunter” in Spanish).