He's a 70 year old drifter that I met on the Appalachian Trail in 2014. He lives in the Florida Mangroves for December/January and wanders for the other ten months.
I gave him my address with the offer of a shower/meal/bed if he ever came through Richmond and he's been sending me postcards ever since.
I can't reach him and I don't know where he is at any given moment, but I do know he is living the life he wants.
That's pretty cool.