By Erika Kar

The hot topic around the valley is the rivers and possibility of flooding. There are many people who might want to know things such as numbers — like cubic feet, flow, and the like. I am absolutely not the right person to give you this information, as numbers and things dealing with numbers are mostly gibberish in my mind.

As of Monday morning, things are still OK in Mazama. I have not seen nor heard of any significant flooding. The residents of the lower section of Lost River Airport Association received notice of potential for flash flooding due to the possibility of a failure of a dike, or earthen berm, in the neighborhood. Being the ace reporter that I am (insert laughing emoji here), I have checked on the dike a few times.

At one point, water was seeping through, and it looked pretty wimpy compared to the volume and velocity of water coming at it, but it is still holding. Being prepared wouldn’t be a bad idea for any of us near any river. Don’t forget to have a plan for your pets or livestock as well!

Pets are pretty important to those of us that have chosen them to be part of our lives. Bronson Lamb of Bellingham will attest to this. Bronson, his sister and some friends came to Mazama on Friday, May 4, for the Sunflower Relay. Bronson’s dog, Finn, came along too.

On Friday evening, some of their group went mountain biking up Yellow Jacket, bringing Finn with them. About halfway down, Finn got spooked and took off back up the hill and didn’t come back. Bronson called him, did his special whistle and drove all over the area looking for his special four-legged friend to no avail.

Saturday and Sunday were spent spreading the word via all channels available. Flyers were posted from Winthrop to the upper reaches of Lost River. Missi Smith jumped in to help by posting on Facebook and Facebook groups. Hours were spent going up and down Yellow Jacket, biking far past the upper logging fence until snow and mud made going further impossible. But there were paw prints heading up, giving hope to Bronson.

After consulting with the team at the Goat’s Beard, Bronson and his friends got some maps for the trails in the area. They drove as far up Goat Creek as possible, and then hiked another couple miles at sunset in the snow, without any sighting.

Bronson says he is pretty sure he drove every back road between Yellow Jacket and Winthrop, from Rendezvous Road to Fawn Creek. He left a sock or three with his scent, left trails of his food, rubbed his armpit smell on every other rock leading to the bottom. Bronson and his sister may have even strategically peed where they lost him and on the way down to their campsite. I cannot verify this.

Finally, on Monday evening, Bronson got the call he was desperately hoping to receive. Steve Molitor of Ventura, I mean Upper Lost River, gave the good news to Bronson that Finn had wandered onto his property. He was unhurt, not too hungry or thirsty, just happy to see someone.

Bronson reports that thanks to an awesome community effort, Finn got a chicken sandwich and a well-deserved long sleep that night. He and Finn are grateful for all of the care and effort put into finding him by the community, his family and friends. 

Mazama will always be a special place to Bronson now, and he can’t wait to get back.