A preface

Hello all and welcome to an account of a modernized (and some would argue bastardized) version of the American dream. I am a boat Captain and my fiancee is a relentless traveler. Our dog, Charlie, is barely out of his puppy phase (17 months) but is a smart little feller and has traveled farther in a car than most Americans ever do in their lifetimes (from Idaho to Alaska to Florida so far). After I finished up the summer season in Juneau, AK as a Whale Watching Boat Captain, Sararh and I decided to head South for the winter and buy a boat. Shortly after coming to our senses, we realized our meagre earnings wouldn’t buy the palatial trawler or motorsailor we had hoped for and realized that our hopes of owning a motorized, high-speed living room would be better actualized in the form of a 19-year old school bus-come-rv, or “skoolie” as the cool kids call them. So, we invested our hard-earned tin in an old school bus and all that follows is an account of the trials and tribulations of two average people endeavoring to build, live and travel in, an old school bus. Thanks for joining us.