He was tall and thin. His hair was quite long and worn in a single braid. His face was grizzled with a scraggly beard. I would say he was in his late thirties. That is a guess. He didn’t have a car and hitchhiked or bummed rides from friends or acquaintances. I would say he was a “rip off artist” posing as an enlightened hippie.
We were also functioning hippies who did pay our way.
The house was some sort of a “cabin kit” popular in the nineteen fifties. It was thirty feet by thirty feet.
The kitchen was in the great room and there was a bathroom with shower and two bedrooms.
There were two woodstoves. One was a “trashburner” and the other was a Franklin Fireplace. They both functioned well and would heat the house adequately.
The house was infested with mice. I set a “Catch Em Alive” trap and heard it catch mice throughout the night. In the morning there was one fat mouse and skeletons of about six others. Survival of the fittest.