It's no secret that it has been a wet and partucularly testy winter here in the PNW.

That said, we of Lost Creek believe that just as the dawn follows the darkest hour, just as the Sundance Kid follows Butch, just as pride cometh before a fall, Winter begets a Spring in proportion to it's own intensity.

Although we adhere to the above, tomorrow night we aim to prod, cajole and conjure Spring a bit the only we know how from 6-8pm at the lovely Laurelthirst Public House. Come join us, make a ruckus and be part of the solution!