Palapa over Trailer

Practical Baja shelter, palapa roof over trailer.

What you really need in the desert is shade; most of your living can be outside, you just need protection from the sun.

This is on land of Kathleen Martin and Gary Brown on the Cabo de Este, near Shipwrecks.


About Lloyd Kahn

Lloyd Kahn started building his own home in the early '60s and went on to publish books showing homeowners how they could build their own homes with their own hands. He got his start in publishing by working as the shelter editor of the Whole Earth Catalog with Stewart Brand in the late '60s. He has since authored six highly-graphic books on homemade building, all of which are interrelated. The books, "The Shelter Library Of Building Books," include Shelter, Shelter II (1978), Home Work (2004), Builders of the Pacific Coast (2008), Tiny Homes (2012), and Tiny Homes on the Move (2014). Lloyd operates from Northern California studio built of recycled lumber, set in the midst of a vegetable garden, and hooked into the world via five Mac computers. You can check out videos (one with over 450,000 views) on Lloyd by doing a search on YouTube:

2 Responses to Palapa over Trailer

  1. I was a kid, what did I know of the world? If you would have asked me I would have appeared humble but being a teenager my inner thoughts were smug and saying- “I understand everything!”
    My employer in Cabo San Lucas asked me a strange question after giving me the tour of the tiny building set in Los Arcos Trailer Park. It was 300sq ft of office, sundries store and bedroom jammed under a beautiful well done beamed and thick thatched roof. “ Are you afraid of bugs?” he asked. How could I be afraid of bugs I thought. I grew up in an uninsulated board a batten house in Laguna Canyon that was filled with bugs and an occasional opossum and rabbit who’d push their way through the gap between the floor and wall to get to the bowl of cat food under the wedge wood stove. “No not really” I told him. With that he told me he’d be out of town for a few days.
    To sum it up, I slept outside on a discarded exposed spring cot that I payed my J.C.Penny sleeping bag complete with deer and woodland fowl patterned red flannel lining.
    I reckon I lasted no more that 6 minutes after I went to bed under that thatched roof.
    Two moments after turning the nightstand light off there was a noise that sounded like a walnut falling on the floor. Then it happened again and again. I ignored it. I ignored it until what ever it was fell and hit me in the chest and ran down my side and curled near my foot. I elevated off the bed like Reagan in The Exorcist movie and grappled to turn on the wall light switch.
    The moment light flooded the bedroom several species of bugs stopped moving and froze in position. One fellow, a spider the size of a Myers lemon turned and faced me. I found an ice pick atop the sundries floor freezer to defend myself. I raised the ice pick and took a step toward the monster. It jumped at me letting out a loud hiss. The spider had won. Spoils to the victor.
    I slept outside.

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