During my latest snowbird road trip to Portland, OR to escape the summer heat of Phoenix, AZ, I met a man.

This man lived in a van.

I had just driven my car through a redwood at Drive-Thru Tree Park (aptly named) and had parked to relieve myself and stretch my legs. As I moseyed into the meadow, I noticed a man and two dogs walking towards me back to the lot.

He noticed my noticing and nodded a salutation.

I nodded back, “Beautiful beasts you’ve got there.”

“Wanna meet ‘em?” He called back.