The old white van is finally gone. It was picked up early Monday morning. We did not shed a tear, even though so many memories go with that van: our awesome German WWOOFers Tim and Till, who left the van behind as a last resort sleeping option; one day we picked up our goats, Dagmar and Butterfingers, with the van, two of us in back holding their leashes and the other steering us back from Hollister. Then Josh, our faithful, kind and hard-working friend and longtime resident called the van his habitat. We have not seen him in a while, but have faith in his resourcefulness. Peepee slept in that van many a night as well. I’m not sure if she was the only chick that hatched that spring, but for Josh she was his. She enjoyed his protection until even he could not deny that she needed to join the flock. But until then she was going to sleep in the van. Bye, van, we’re happy you’re gone, but you’ll be missed nonetheless.