What does a town sound like when it truly dies? Here, at over eight thousand feet in the rain shadow of the Sierra Nevada, the answer is carried on the wind. It is a constant, lonely whisper through shattered windowpanes and across splintered boardwalks. This is Bodie, California. It is a place not of ruins, but of remainders. The air is thin. The sun is unforgiving. Sagebrush and bitterbrush c...
