It seems that our Western culture consumes itself so that after just a few years all traces of a once bustling community has all but melted back into the forest. As I came to wander through the mountains of Western Oregon, I was amazed to learn about the myriad small communities that once dotted the landscape. Most of them have vanished without a trace, often just leaving a ghostly pasture on a remote valley floor, or simply marked by the presence of inexplicable fruit trees blooming deep in the coniferous forests.
This page serves as the repository of the sundry research that I have done to recollect the pictures and stories from these forgotten times and places.
