It’s been a slow news week in the Mazama environs, but we can begin at the West Boesel-East Boesel boundary. A few feet short of the line is the Dripping Springs Road, which goes past a private residence and ends at the car park for the Big Valley recreation area – a great place for skiing, walking, dogs, bikes, horses and more.

I and others have complained about the road and the chuckholes that infest it.  Not only is it uncomfortable, it is narrow and could become dangerous as cars meet in opposite directions avoiding the holes. According to James DeSalvo, head man at the Methow Valley Sport Trails Association, the road is technically the responsibility of the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, but the trails association works with the state agency in an unwritten agreement whereby the latter takes care of the trails, toilet and parking lot. MVSTA will be working on the road this summer after there is some wet weather, says DeSalvo.

Speaking of MVSTA, you won’t find their number in the phone book anymore. If you need it, it has not changed and is 996-3287, as it has been.

The mystery of the ancient unsigned Mazama fish fry cartoon may be on the edge of being solved. As if you cared, it appeared at the pancake breakfast and nobody knew who had made it, attributing the fine art to either Bob Cram or Jack Holden, both of whom denied it. This was mentioned in last week’s column and Terry Karro of Winthrop responded with an email that it might be the work of her late father, Bill. The family lived for many years just upstream of the store and while mother Bess filled the role of being everyone’s favorite granny, Bill was, among other talents, a fine “legitimate” artist.

We sent a photo of the cartoon poster to Terry a few days ago and are waiting for confirmation that it was her father’s work.

As Ms. Gloria and I tend to watch movies at night, other than Nature/Nova on PBS, we saw a really funny one last night. Since we see many, I thought an occasional note in the column might be of interest.

Yesterday’s offering was a British flick, an older one titled The Titfield Cannonball. It is about trains and the government shutting down a branch line that serves the little hamlet of Titfield. The shutdown leads to the residents deciding to run the train themselves, encountering opposition from the one-bus bus line.

The nearest thing to violence is a duel between a steam roller and a locomotive. It is classic understated British humor and fit not only for all ages, but for train buffs it is a gem: steam, whistles, ancient equipment and gorgeous country scenery containing them. It’s on Netflix.