I was living in New York when I took my first trip to Wallowa County, Oregon which would later become my home. I met a girl who lead me to this hidden paradise nestled in the mountains and canyons of this land. I remember seeing the hidden communities of the old west, and immediately realized the necessity of documenting this dying breed of people who populated the land. We packed up a drove across country toward a life to me unknown. Living in small houses and care taking ranches for the first months getting to know everyone was imperative before any true images could be made. From everyday people to classic characters and the far reaches of Sammyville. Sammy the banker, Mayor, Preacher, The Law, and just straight up the man. An outside community where most were scared to go, and from legend didn’t come back.I remember the sign before we got here that read, “If you are a Fed, you will be shot on site” following the rainbow archway over that old dirt road, “Welcome to Sammyville.”. Greeted with men carrying six guns we were introduced to Sammy, and his wife Annabel, and were giving the blessing to come in. Sammy was a man with mis-fitted false teeth that chattered when he talked, and a large 44 Magnum on his hip. Supported by one of the most giving communities behind him, misunderstood by the outside world. All of the good people I met in this book throughout the many pockets of this county have a true proud story of their own, carrying on a lifestyle that most could only dream to be so true. I parked my 77 airstream on my friend’s land, “Moonshine Holler” This is where I would print, and bring this collection to life.