My childhood camper’s hideout (Drive Day 196: Jan 11, 2004)
Spoiler alert – if you never want to know if we find the camper that was my childhood home, click out of this post before it ruins the book’s ending. The marketing team at Hachette is probably wincing right now, worried you won’t buy the book because you know what happens. But I’m betting that if daily posts along the Pan-American Highway didn’t rope you in you’d never buy a book anyway.
So here it is. The final resting spot of the camper my father built to take his wounded family to the end of the world. Or at least to the end of the road. This camper never made it to Tierra del Fuego, where the Pan-American crosses its finish line, but the absence of my little brother John John is what I feel the most when I open its creaky door and look inside.
The emotions are overwhelming, and freeing. And the best part is knowing that the camper still has a purpose. Seasonal workers take shelter in it during harvest season. It’s guarded over by a family that could have been mine. All over the world, as travel teaches, we are all more alike than different.
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