They all sat in the front seat of the “Earth Ship” which was the name given to Uncle Weed’s camper bus. It looked a lot like his house, except with wheels. Inside, a built-in ice-box, propane stove, and sink sat ready for use. The table and back seat folded into a comfortable bed and the cupboards were full of useful equipment and tools.
The three happy nomads headed south, singing along loudly to songs playing from an old stereo duct-taped to the dashboard. Bob and Otto were soon laughing too hard to sing because of the words Uncle Weed made up for the songs. He was a good singer too, or a least knew a lot of songs and wasn’t afraid to sing.