I wake at dawn, roll over, and pull back the curtain just enough to see the smoke rising from a nearby campsite. It’s nearly 7am, which means it’s time to move.
We’d stealthily spent the night in a full campground in Yosemite National Park, one of the most visited places in North America: each year, four million people travel to the iconic park. And at least several thousand are fellow van-dwellers, who, like us, made the pilgrimage to one of the most incredible natural wonders in North America.
I crawl over Callan and make my way to the driver’s seat. Callan stays under the covers as I drive out of the campground and over to our favourite Yosemite hang-out: the Church Bowl picnic area.
We’d been living in our van for three months. From the snow-covered peaks of British Columbia to the California sun-baked Sierra Nevadas, our trusted Ford Econoline served as our home, our transportation, and our portal to discovering some of the most beautiful places in the West Coast of America.
We’d bought the van in mid-July. It was a cargo van, previously used by a cable company, and was full of metal shelves and drawers, which we removed to start the conversion from scratch. Borrowing tools and a friend’s garage, we spent two weeks building it out. It was modest, but perfect.
Our double bed spans the back of the van; we opted to have it sideways to leave more living space in the ‘kitchen’ area. Soft panelled walls lined the foot and head of the bed, with dark wood walls, ceiling and floor. Our small kitchen includes a recessed sink with a hand pump and a double burner propane stove. Two house batteries keep the lights and charging panels humming, and a small fan in the ceiling helps expel cooking fumes.
It’s been coined ‘the new American dream’, as more and more young people abandon the status quo to explore, live cheaply, and most importantly, find freedom.
New Zealand, much like the US, has seen a rise in the number of van-dwellers. They’re everywhere; parked next to beaches, in scenic car parks, even on city streets. It’s one of the most popular ways to see the country, and it’s led to strict regulations on freedom camping. Local councils get to choose where freedom campers can park, and it’s up to the van-dweller to find out what’s okay, and what will land them a hefty fine.
But it’s not just tourists who are traversing the country in homes on wheels. Increasingly, Kiwis are finding the freedom van life affords.
Andy Cleverley and Amber Mackintosh have been living in their 1987 Volvo bus for almost a year with their two children, Jake (six) and Daisy (three). They were living in Christchurch during the 2011 earthquake, and when they found themselves trapped in a highrise apartment building on the verge of collapse, they took a hard look at how they were living.
“We started to re-evaluate our lives,” says Cleverley. You think to yourself ‘if you potentially only have 10 minutes, 30 minutes, or an hour to live, are you proud of what you’ve done with your life?’ I certainly wasn’t, having come from a corporate background, having sat in an office all my life. I realised I was wasting my life.”
After four hours of careful manoeuvring through collapsed stairwells and broken windows to a nearby rooftop, the couple escaped, but the clarity they gained stayed with them.

