quote: As far as the C.T. wooden camper goes, it's not my cup of dish. " .
mine neither, not my bottle of tea.
in the 70's i was a child and the relics of a bygone era were being dragged out of retirement and the back-to-the- earthers; hippies fleeing post kesey sanfrancisco would cobble together some form of cedar wood structure on the bones of an old farm truck/ school bus and head out for the cheap living in the woods of oregon. it was always a bit seedy, unkempt, and a-kilter. i never got over that and the loathing my father had for that ilk to this day causes an instinctive recoil from these little beauties. when there is little basis for such, logically speaking.