The sun had risen. But lying in bed felt too good. The new aches had turned to a general dull numbness. Screws, nails, caulk, sparks, smoke and power tools filled the eight day welding, grinding and sawing extravaganza.
The last time I’d lived in my van I relied heavily on tent camping and couch surfing to escape the cramped interior of my electrician’s windowless Econoline. As extended assaults to far off places filled my imagination, so did visions of a more proper home on wheels. The first step was to raise the roof for standing room and an upper bunk.
Noticing the welding torch ambitiously cocked in my hand, Brad quietly suggested I remember my visor to avoid blinding myself.
Brad is an artist creating large works of wood, resin and steel in his family’s ranch in the hills of inland San Diego…