The lure of the tiny house is huge. These small homes, less than 200 square feet and often on wheels, appeal to the minimalist, the environmentalist and the frugalist. Certainly, living in a space smaller than some bathrooms is not for everyone, but during the past few years I’ve found myself in countless conversations with like-minded small-dwelling enthusiasts. We’ll talk about the idea of paring down and living more simply and affordably. After all, when I’m on the road for extended periods, I’m content with my itty-bitty existence — that which I can fit in my car. Time and again, I return home and shake my head at all the possessions I’d left behind.
In my journey to self-educate about small living, I made multiple visits to a tiny-house community in Northeast Washington (since disbanded) and watched a tiny-house documentary. I’ve fantasized about buying one as a second home, towing it to locales with dreamy views. When my last partner and I had casually discussed cohabitating and talked about tiny houses, I insisted we’d need a flock of them—his, hers, one for my office, one for entertaining and one that housed all our recreational gear. That defeats the purpose, he said earnestly. I sighed, exaggeratedly, sitting in my spacious 900-square-foot rowhouse.
Given the robust tiny-house movement (to wit: a handful of TV shows, DIY workshops, tiny-house kits, an annual conference and countless books and blogs), it’s surprising that so few of them exist legally. Although cities don’t spend much time hunting down tiny-house dwellers, the structures violate building code in most jurisdictions, because they don’t meet the square footage requirement for permanent residences. Hence the house-on-wheels regulatory loophole: If folks complain about your house, simply tow it to another spot.
Plenty of people offer tiny houses as vacation rentals, but leave it to progressive Portland to introduce the first tiny-house hotel. The Oregon city has not only legalized accessory dwelling units, also called ADUs (small living quarters on the same lot as a larger home), the city embraces and incentivizes smaller-scale living. This approach helped make it possible for Deb Delman and Kol Peterson to open Caravan, which they say is the first legal commercial application of tiny houses in the United States. The houses are hooked up to the electric grid and the city water and sewer systems (sorry, compost-toilet devotees).
Since Caravan’s opening in 2013, WeeCasa has opened in the small mountain town of Lyons, Colo., with 11 tiny houses, partly inspired by Caravan. The owners promote the resort as a learning center and place to “try before you buy”; they also have a dealership for purchasing blueprints or finished houses. Next year, a tiny-home inn called Understory will open in Thomas, W.Va., with structures made using natural earth, reclaimed materials and off-grid technologies.
“People think nothing of spending hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars building a tiny house, but very few people have been inside a tiny house,” Delman said. She and Peterson, who seem more at ease as small-living activists and educators than hoteliers, regularly open the tiny houses for tours, which can attract upward of 100 people. Delman says three-quarters want to build a tiny house, but a show of hands tells her that typically only one or two have ever spent the night in one.
Guests either leave Caravan thinking “No way,” or their visit fortifies their dream. “Some are really here investigating and measuring,” Delman said, “or, they never thought about living in one but, staying here, they realize they can downsize.”
I planned part of my recent cross-country drive around a stay at Caravan, which tends to book up a couple months out. Located in Portland’s Alberta Arts District, the tiny houses are fenced inside a lot accessed by a keypad, so guests enjoy the privacy of a tiny house and the coziness of an enclosed community, yet they’re surrounded by nightlife and they’re steps from a vibrant strip of indie shops and cafes.
My beagle and I checked into a house called Rosebud: 120 square feet with a rocking chair on the (tiny) porch and ladder up to a loft sleeping space. On a bookshelf, I found titles such as “The Big Tiny,” a memoir by tiny-house pioneer Dee Williams, and “Curious Gorge,” about hiking the Columbia River Gorge. A booklet told the stories of each of the six tiny homes, some of which were built specifically for Caravan. Mine was leased from its builder, made largely from recycled materials and lit by Mason jar lights. Inside the closet was wallpaper that looks like a bookshelf, left over from the “Portlandia” skit shot here.
On Alberta Street, I stopped at Case Study, a beautiful coffee shop built with wood and steel, for a locally made, small-batch black tea chai. I then convinced myself that citywide tax-free shopping was reason enough to buy souvenirs. A hemp-and-organic-cotton dress and some locally made ruffled pants later, I chuckled at the hypocrisy: succumbing to consumerism during a minimalist living experiment. With the contents of my car, my shopping bags and my bike, I’d covered most of the tiny house floor space.
That night, I met some Portland friends for dinner around the corner, at an edgy vegan spot called Bye and Bye. We sat on the patio and shared vegetable and noodle bowls, a vegan meatball sub and soft-pretzel knots. Over drinks, we realized that our group of four consisted of a gay guy with a husband and a straight gal who calls her significant other her “partner.” We laughed about this new era in which we live.
We all returned to Caravan and gathered around the fire pit, and I glanced at the houses around us. One looked like a covered wagon, another was made with corrugated metal and wood shingles. Armed with
s’mores ingredients, we set to work at the fire, raindrops tapping on the tent overhead.
I met some of the other guests: A Portland couple celebrating a birthday and dreaming about building a tiny house; a single woman traveling from British Columbia; a road-tripping couple who had seen Caravan on Pinterest; and a mother-daughter duo visiting from Ohio after watching “Tiny House Nation.” A photographer who had just finished a campfire photo shoot hung around and offered his expertise on marshmallow roasting.
As guests retreated to their tiny abodes, those of us remaining had a serious conversation about milk vs. dark chocolate (both were on hand for s’mores, in mini, organic, fair-trade-bar form).
The photographer and I closed down the fire pit, and I invited him into my well-lit house so he could point out some routes on a Portland bike map. We sat in the tiny space, knees touching, the map spread out between us. When he left, I stood in the door frame and waved from the tiny porch.
I climbed the ladder and onto the bed. Just to see if I could, I sat up straight, and the top of my head grazed the ceiling. I slid under the covers, listening to the rain outside the tiny window, and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke early to dreary skies and cycled the photographer’s suggested route to St. Johns Bridge. Back at Caravan, I made tea and oatmeal on the hot plate, showered in the tiny bathroom without banging my elbows on the shower walls and answered a few e-mails on my laptop, standing at the kitchen counter.
Before I knew it, the clock struck check-out time, and I regretted booking only one night. I packed my car, situated the beagle and went back to the tiny house for one last look at the place where I’d slept, cooked, bathed, worked and enjoyed company. Then I drove away, feeling wistful, a tiny-house fan wanting just a little more.
Kaplan is a freelance writer in the District. Her Web site is www.melaniedgkaplan.com.
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5009 NE 11th Ave., Portland, Ore.
Each of the six tiny houses at Caravan is $145 per night; a couple are pet-friendly. Some sleep as many as four guests and all have running water, electric heat, a kitchenette, flush toilet and hot shower. WiFi and s’mores ingredients included. Tours on select Sundays, $10. On Nov. 6-8, Caravan will host part of a tiny-house weekend, including a summit, ADU tour and workshop.
501 West Main St., Lyons, Colo.
Ten tiny homes, each with kitchenettes, electricity, flush toilets and free WiFi. Houses sleep up to four adults, $169-$199 per night. Free tours every Tuesday at noon and Saturday at 11:30 a.m. (or by appointment for a fee).
Bye and Bye
1011 NE Alberta St.
Vegan comfort food and drinks with a large patio and $2 PBRs. Eastern Bowl, BBQ Brussel Bowl and Georgia Bowl, $9. Cocktails include Three Liars (house-infused cucumber gin, fresh lime and sugar) and Autumn Toddy (bourbon, allspice dram, lemon, agave, and orange and black walnut bitters), $8.
Grilled Cheese Grill
NE 11th and Alberta
The kitchen is a converted trailer and the dining room is an old school bus. Select from grilled cheese varieties such as the classic Kindergartner, $4.50; the Sour Apple (cheddar and Braeburn apples), $5; and the Cheesus (burger between two grilled cheeses), $8.50.
Case Study Coffee Roasters
1422 NE Alberta St.
Locally made sweet and spicy black tea chai, starting at $3.50, single-origin coffees and seasonal drinks such as lavender-infused cold brew. Baked goods from Petunia’s Pies & Pastries and Roman Candle Baking Co., including mini bundt cakes, $4; and scones, $3.
Retail Happy Hour
Alberta Street is indie shopping haven (and sales tax-free, as is the rest of PDX), with dress boutiques, music stores and home decor shops. Don’t miss Alberta Co-Op Grocery, Green Bean Books and Community Cycling Center. Retail Happy Hour is held every Wednesday from 3-6 p.m., during which nearly 40 retailers offer special deals.
Alberta Rose Theatre
3000 NE Alberta St.
This 1920s motion picture house reopened as a listening room for acoustic music and art house movie. Tickets $12-$35. Theater menu includes regional beers and local pies from Pacific Pie Co.