"Standing in front of his 8-by-10-foot shack, Woodrat, a lean man who named himself after the forest animal, checks the padlock on his front door. But it's not likely that anyone has found his home - the shack is shrouded in military camouflage and sits in a thick grove of blood-barked manzanita bushes in woods outside a Bay Area city. From 30 feet away, the house is invisible. And Woodrat would like to keep it that way. He's one of a scattered tribe of wilderness squatters: people who build secluded illegal dwellings on wild land owned by the public or by corporations."
Thanks to Chris Steins