This is a story of a man who calls himself the sheriff, the mayor, and the town drunk. He is Population: 1 in a forgotten town just off the border of Mexico. After 1941, the last resident left this mining encampment and no one ever came back... except for Sundog. After traveling for 14 years, he landed in this ghost town living as the miners did; without electricity or running water. He lives off the grid, on the land and local white-tailed deer that roam Southern Arizona.
Over a 6 pack of his favorite beer, he showed me his town and shared outlaw stories of a place that once boasted a thriving community. The long drive back to civilization on winding dirt roads let my mind wander, as it still does, about this man living in a world without time or technology, alone in the desert. I have yet to find an example of someone living so connected to the land in the most sustainable example of living I've ever been lucky enough to have a taste of, if only for a day.