In the process of “becoming an adult”, I lived as a ski bum in Jackson Hole, Wyoming for a few years. One season, as the snow started to melt and winter was coming to an end, I schemed up another one of my ideas; why not live in an RV for the summer? Well, a few friends and $2000 later, we were the proud owners of a ’71 Class A Motorhome. That was probably the first and last time I’ll ever be able to say that. This was the front seat of our living room. March, 2009.