#(mini)VANLIFE

With a minivan, you’re only two sleeping bags away from an epic father-son “camping” trip.

The planning of a trip is often the most significant hurdle to the trip actually occurring, so I’m becoming more of an advocate for a less-planned, more fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants approach.

And so, a propane grill, some frozen dinners, and our sleeping bags were tossed into the minivan for an overnight trip just one hour north of LA to the Vasquez Rocks.

No less than 10 times - while we were warming Mac-n-cheese, jumping over boulders, and throwing juniper berries at each other - did he say “I’m so glad we’re doing this!!” It made me glad too, and a little sad we don’t do it more.