Mind you, I don't actually own this book yet. It can get pretty pricey on some of my trusty sources ($125, are you kidding me?) but there is one ending soon on eBay today and if any of you outbid me, I'll never forgive you.
Published in '79, it surveys the hippie phenomenon of wandering homes converted from pickup trucks, school buses and big rigs.
My favorite, the hitched Conestoga wagon trailer with removable ceiling, perfect for all your stargazing needs.
Half gypsy, half Laura Ingalls Wilder, I would die to take one of these on a roadtrip.
Now I've never been one for trailer living but I think I could easily handle this parked in the New Hampshire woods for the summer. Add a little porch, Victorian gingerbread trim, and of course a woodstove, I might even extend my stay through fall.
Curbside living? A real possibility, considering New York's looming "great depression". If next you see me I'm covered in saw dust and wearing tie dye, don't panic. I'm escaping the housing crisis and building my own rolling home.