As if having Lou and I living on Forrest's lot weren't enough, various other people have been coming to visit. Sometimes it's like a campground.
One of the visitors was a young guy named Phoenix, who experimented with his accommodations. The first night he slept in a small tent that unfolded on the top of his truck. The next night he slept in a hammock stretched between his truck and one of the three shipping containers Forrest's landlord uses to store some of his many vehicles during the winter. The third night he hung his hammock from loops inside the shipping container. Presto, a private room.