Tiny Livin'

On the move again. Had to vacate my last tiny house due to PLA (Psycho Landlord Affliction). Fortunately I landed an even better tiny house in a sweet little neighborhood at the foot of Henry Cowell Redwood state park. The property is in the shadows of the redwoods with green stuff sprouting all over the place.

The latest tiny abode

Wall art

It's a mini wild animal kingdom with cats, dogs, chickens, roosters and all the creepy crawlers roaming at night. Peanut the wonder cat is slowly adjusting. He ruled his old stomping grounds with an iron paw, but has been getting his ass handed to him by the local muscle and is trying to find his groove.

Just caaaaall for Super Chicken (puk ack!)

The kicker is that my new landlord also builds tiny houses! He actually builds them in the driveway of his home which is also on the property, although he's currently looking for a massive piece of real estate to build his tiny home empire. He's got more tiny buyers than he can shake a tiny stick at.

Waiting on it's new owner

While my last place was pretty close to trails, I can practically jump out my loft window and hit the trail running at the new crib.

Shredders!

Oh, how's the back doing, you say? Meh, it's a mixed bag. But that's for another conversation. Till then...

Peace out!