well, if we REALLY wanted to go camping, we'd leave the buses at the
road and hike up into the Great Wilderness, carrying everything on our backs,
and really rough it! uh-uh-uh!! no matches, folks! :)

but then we'd be right back in the boy scouts ... and, while it was a Grande
Adventure to do these things as a youngster, my decrepit old bones do like
a comfortable place to sleep, and warm food (that doesn't taste like it was
dropped continuously into the ashes of a pine-straw fire).

so we all 'compromise' in our own ways ... if we were compromising, we wouldn't
be driving vw buses. :)`

i still there there ought to be some tiny little generator that would fit in
the back fender corner and put out enough juice to power a westafilia for a
whole day on a half-gallon of gas.  somewhere, there's got to be one!

and with the use of a few solar panels, you could stay out until the food was
gone.  or the kids ran you crazy.

joel