The start of an idea?
My grandmother and her gentleman friend toured the country, visiting family, friends, and interesting touristy type places. They traveled in simple style and planned their trips, the food to take, the clothes to wear, and their budgets. They were very frugal, and some thought they were quite different. When they traveled to far places, they did not stay in other families or friends homes, nor did they stay in hotels, lodges, resorts, camping trailers, or tents.
Instead they stayed in the black sedan in the background. Grandmother slept in the back seat, and her friend slept in front seat. The food was in coolers in the trunk along with a suitcase for clothing. For more storage they made a platform with a lift top so it doubled as a bed and storage area in the back seat. The storage was in the foot area between the back and front seat.
They crammed a lot of stuff, miles, life, and memories into that sedan. They had what they needed and nothing more. It was a simple life for them in their later years that they chose.
They chose only to travel with the basic necessities. The only time they stayed in the car was for sleeping at night, or driving to a new place. Otherwise, the rest of the time visiting; was used for visiting. They did not need to drive to place for lodging and so that saved them time and money.
They had exchanged the motels, hotels and resorts for life experiences. They sound like the forerunners of tiny house folks.
They also planted a seed in me that I could live small, and without all the trappings of what society says I need and by example that I could acquire some great life experiences.
Pictured are; Upper Right Plymouth Rock National Park, tiniest US Park
The next picture is Henning, my grandmothers friend, my sister, and myself. I was 11.
The 3rd picture is a park model rendering by Tiny Green Cabins.