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SF, Maupin, OR
24 days, 3 trips, 2 ticks, 1 found dog
January 30, 2019
About a month ago we lost our dog Baxter on a camping trip in Maupin, Oregon. It sucked. We looked as best we could while we were there and finally decided to plaster 'lost dog' posters everywhere, share on social media, and head back home to San Francisco without the dog. Temperatures were well below freezing and everyone warned us about mountain lions and angry badgers. We didn't expect to ever see Baxter again.
But (spoiler alert) we were wrong...
Here's a bit of history about Baxter. He was born in the midwest in 2011 without a home. He didn't have a home because everything around him was destroyed in one of the most active and deadly series of tornadoes on record. More people died that year than the previous 10 years combined. Baxter was born in the middle of this mess and survived two EF5 tornadoes before he was 6 months old.
We first met Baxter a few weeks later when he was scooped up and flown to a clinic in Seattle, Washington (along with a bunch of other wondering dogs). This is where we adopted him 8 years ago and named him Baxter. We've had him since and have moved from Seattle to SF to Portland and now back to SF.
We always tell this story about Baxter because it makes him sounds like a badass. He's a survivor. In reality, however, we call him "Couch Dog" and secretly think that he wouldn't do that well if tossed into a tornado today. We were wrong!
The first sign of hope
Baxter has been lost for almost a month, but a bit over a week ago (Friday 1/18), I was at work in the city and got a call on my cell from a number I didn't recognize. The area code was Bend Oregon so I answered hoping it was someone calling about Baxter... and it was.
The person on the phone, who I later learned was Grayson, told me that he lives and works on private/gated land just South of where we lost Baxter. He said that he's pretty sure he saw him twice, but couldn't get close enough to take a photo. The dog was scared and growled anytime he approached.
I took down Grayson's information, called Louisa, and we got in the truck immediately to head back to Maupin. We both had a 3-day weekend, so the timing was perfect. The truck was even packed already because we were planning to camp on the coast that weekend anyway.
We were able to make it to Maupin by 1:30PM the next day, but we had to spend the night in a Walmart parking lot near Redding to make that happen. I did not take a photo of the Walmart parking lot because I do not want to remember it, but here's a pretty photo of where we camped the next night:
North Junction eh?
There's no cell service in the area, so we called Grayson's home phone as we approached Maupin and setup a time to meet at the locked gate just South of where we lost Baxter. We didn't sleep too well the night before - we were so stoked on the possibility of finding the dog.
We rolled up to the gate a bit early, but Grayson was already waiting for us in his truck. He was early the next day as well, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Beyond this locked gate, the road continues for about another 45 minutes, then terminates at a railroad track and a bridge. There's a very small "town" called North Junction just below this bridge. This town is an old paymaster station and is littered beautifully with old railroad equipment and railroad cars. I use the term "town" loosely here because it's actually a collection of about 5-7 houses and nobody actually lives there.
This little neighborhood has no stores. There's no driveways. You're not going to get mail here. It's as if someone flew over the middle of nowhere in a cargo airplane and dropped some random houses from all over the United States onto this piece of land, then sprinkled some super cool looking railroad equipment between the houses. The nearest grocery store is Maupin, which is at least 90 minutes if you're not rushing. All that said, we loved it here and wouldn't mind visiting again!
Now, Grayson doesn't live at North Junction, but he's very familiar with the area. He's the caretaker for this private road and the only person that lives behind the locked gate full-time (him, his wife, and dogs). He drives the entire length of the road multiple times every day to clean up rocks, check on the houses, look for lost campers/rafters, and generally just keep his eyes open for stuff (like a lost dog named Baxter, for example).
Grayson called us because he had seen Baxter Friday morning at a house along the road. He left some food just in case the dog decided to come back. He then drove down past that house to North Junction because he suspected that Baxter might be heading down that way. The dog appeared to be following the road South.
Nobody really lives at North Junction, but a couple from Portland was staying down there for the weekend and Grayson asked them to keep their eyes open. He carried a copy of the "lost dog" flier in his truck so he could show it to people.
That night the couple spotted Baxter at North Junction. Things were looking good.
So - back to our story. We arrived at the locked gate Saturday around lunch and Grayson led us immediately to North Junction because he was spotted there the night before. It was raining heavily, so we had to stop a couple times to move rocks out of the road. It took us around an hour to drive the length of the road and we passed through a couple neat looking tunnels.
When we reached North Junction, I guess Louisa and I were hoping that we would get out of the truck and Baxter would just come running towards us (barking and squeaking as he normally does). This isn't what happened unfortunately. Instead, we arrived at North Junction and saw nothing. We yelled Baxter's name. We checked under every porch and house. We walked the railroad tracks. We looked for footprints or poop. We saw nothing.
Grayson was there with us the entire time helping us look. He seemed to be going really out of his way and we can't thank him enough. You're amazing Grayson! We couldn't find Baxter at North Junction and the sun was starting to set, so we headed back towards the locked gate in the trucks and stopped at every house along the way to see if Baxter might have backtracked.
We didn't find Baxter that day, but Grayson offered to meet us the next morning at the gate so we could try again. We said our goodbyes, drove a few minutes down the road, setup camp, got some sleep, and woke up the next morning to resume the search.
Let's try again tomorrow
We slept a bit better that night (or at least I did). The morning was quick. Up at 7, then a short drive to the locked gate, then coffee while waiting for Grayson. He got there a bit early again and led us through the gate.
This day was much like the day before it. We headed directly to North Junction at the end of the road, cleared rocks along the way, and started our search for Baxter. Most of our searching was on foot because there's just this one road that passes through the area. We again searched under all the houses and porches. We searched near the water. We walked down the railroad tracks even further. We called his name and yelled some of his favorite words (... like "treats").
We finished another day behind the gate without finding the dog, but ended up making a good friendship with Grayson and his wife. They are some seriously nice people and spent their whole weekend helping us out. Grayson even gave us a big bag of La Croix for our drive home and said he'd call again when he saw Baxter. He had some ideas on how he may be able to catch him.
Lost him again
The drive back home from Maupin was a sad one, similar to when we left the first time. We both tried not to get our hopes up, but when Bax was spotted twice in the same day just a few hours before we arrived, it's tough to ignore.
If nothing else, it was amazing to hear that he was still out there walking around and doing his own thing. It had been 21 days at that point since we lost him and we figured he was long gone by now. This was the first time we got a phone call. He was finding ways to eat, drink, stay warm, and avoid the giant cats and angry badgers.
'Blood Moon' in Bend
The drive back to SF takes two days. We know this now because we've done it so many times. We decided to head two hours South to Bend, then stop for the night. Going further wasn't a great idea for us because it would just keep getting colder and colder, which isn't ideal for camping.
We drove 20 minutes East of Bend towards Four Corners and parked in a secluded spot to camp. It was close to several OHV areas, so we could hear bikes ripping in the distance. Louisa got the camp fire going and I got the dinner going. Louisa also got the wine going.
As the sun went down, the moon came up and it was huge and red. It turns out we were watching a lunar eclipse and had pretty good seats. Louisa was already aware that this was going to happen because she reads the news, but I avoid all news and had no idea what was going on. The internet calls this the #bloodmoon.
After nature's light show, we went to bed and watched a movie. We stopped watching before it ended because we were tired from walking around all day and yelling. The next morning we packed up camp around 5:30 and drove the 500 miles back to San Francisco.
The very next day
So now Louisa and I are back at work making that money and ring ring my phone starts buzzing again. We just got back home last night; is this for real? The number isn't one I've seen before. It's not Grayson. The area code is not Bend. It's somewhere else in Oregon.
I answer the phone and it disconnects - nobody there. I'm on my way out anyway, so I ignore it for now and leave the building to start my walk home. Just as I get outside, it rings again and this time someone is on the phone. His name is Jeremy and he's an animal trapper in Maupin. He catches coyotes. He said he caught a dog named Baxter.
As I walk home through China Town in SF, I'm listening to Jeremy tell me the story of how he found this dog. I just so happen to take photos as I walk home:
As the story goes, Jeremy's been working on a private ranch about 30 miles East of where we lost Baxter. This ranch is huge (about 80,000 acres). If you're driving down highway 97 near Maupin, 27 miles of that highway runs along this ranch.
Jeremy said that this ranch, and Central Oregon in general, has a bit of a coyote problem. There are too many of them and they have lice. On top of that, the state is trying to re-introduce wild birds into the area and the coyotes keep killing them. The coyotes do have some predators (giant cats mostly), but there's not enough of them to keep the population down.
Jeremy has been laying traps on this ranch to catch coyotes and move them elsewhere. These traps don't really care if you're a coyote, however. They are also pretty good at catching dogs or anything else with a foot. The traps have been adjusted so that if a ranch dog steps into one, they won't get severely injured. It probably feels a bit like slamming your hand in a car door, but no broken bones or broken skin.
Every day (or every other day) Jeremy drives around the ranch and checks his traps for animals. Yesterday this trap was empty. Today he rolls up to find a brown dog standing there. He doesn't recognize the dog and the dog is scared (understandably).
He releases the trap and tries to put the dog in his truck. He can't get a good hold on the dog because he's not wearing a collar. Jeremy happens to have his own dogs with him, so he takes off one of their collars and tries to put it on the dog he found in the trap. The dog is pissed and not interested in wearing a collar - he just keeps biting it.
The brown dog looks hungry (read: skinny), so Jeremy has an idea. He reaches into the truck and shares some of his homemade jerky. The dog loves it, so he shares more. Then he shares more. And 30 minutes later Jeremy has shared all of his jerky. The dog is now his best friend and jumps up into the truck on his own.
With his new friend now in the truck, Jeremy starts the drive back towards the ranch manager's house. The ranch manager's name is Craig. It's possible that maybe this dog is from a neighboring ranch and Craig may know where he lives. If Craig doesn't know where this dog lives, he probably knows the phone numbers of the nearby ranches and can start making some calls.
On the way to Craig's house, Jeremy grabs a quick selfie with the dog and posts it to Facebook. Anyone recognize this dog??
Hey, we know that dog!
The response to Jeremy's post on Facebook was swift and plentiful. Many people (who we've never met) identified the dog as Baxter and provided our contact information. They recognized his face from other posts on social media and from fliers that were shared around town in Maupin. Jeremy did not see these messages, however, because cell service isn't that great on the ranch.
When Jeremy arrived at the ranch manager's house, he left the dog with Craig and Craig put the dog on a bed on the porch and left to finish up some work outside on the ranch. The dog's foot was hurting from the trap, so he was happy to stay put for a while. Also - he just ate a ton of beef jerky so heck ya he'll stay around!
Jeremy started the drive home and quickly returned to cell service once he left the ranch. His phone started blowing up. He got a call from a friend who fosters dogs in the area. She had seen his Facebook post, told Jeremy all about Baxter, and forwarded our contact information. Jeremy then gave us "the call" and here we are hearing the story.
Here we come Bax
After I got off the phone with Jeremy, I immediately called ranch manager Craig to setup a time to pickup Baxter. His ranch is just outside Maupin. I told him I was going to leave right away and could be there as early as tomorrow (Wednesday) afternoon. We literally just got home from making this drive yesterday, so I was feeling confident in the timeline.
Craig was very nice on the phone and said the timing was perfect, but there was one little issue... he didn't know if he still had the dog.
You see, Craig didn't have a place to put the dog and had left him resting on his porch while doing some errands around the ranch... probably not a big deal and he was pretty sure he was still there. I mean, no big deal right? In retrospect, Craig said he would have put the dog in a crate or his house if he knew the story, but this was just some random dog and he had no idea the dude was walking around lost without his people for 24 days.
I'm still talking to Craig on the phone at this point and he's about an hour away from the porch that probably has Baxter on it. He said he'd give me call when he got home to confirm that he still had him. This was probably the longest hour ever :)
Third time's a charm
After I got off the phone with Craig, I stopped taking photos of my walk home and started jogging instead. I packed the truck, made dinner, and danced around the apartment with Louisa. I talked with folks at work and decided to take the rest of the week off so I could leave immediately for Maupin. Louisa's job is slightly less flexible in that regard (she's a high school teacher), so we decided that I would do this trip solo.
Just as I was about to jump into the horrible San Francisco traffic and start the drive North, I got the call from Craig. We were expecting this call - it had been about an hour since we last talked and we wanted to know if he still had Baxter. Craig said that he just got home and the dog was exactly where he left him: on a bed on the porch. YAY!
I talked a bit with Craig on the phone about logistics and he recommends that we give Baxter to his friend Art, who lives in Bend. Art has been working on the ranch a while and handles their security. Art also happens to leave the ranch every evening and head home to Bend Oregon. He's got a nice (fenced) yard for Baxter, a friendly yellow labrador, and he lives 90 minutes closer to San Francisco than Craig. This sounded like a great idea to me as well.
ETA 11 hours
So Baxter was picked up by Jeremy, delivered to Craig, and just handed off to Art - who's on his way to Bend. I'm driving from San Francisco and should be there in about 11 hours. That's not counting my 6 hours of sleep in the Walmart parking lot near Redding.
My phone rings during the drive and it's Art, the person who now has Baxter. Just like Jeremy, Craig, and Grayson, Art is extremely nice and seems to be really going out of his way to help us get Baxter home. He recommended a few places to stay along the way and let me know that Baxter will be safe until I get there.
Art tells me on the phone that Baxter has been super nice and jumped into his truck without hesitation, but unfortunately will not get out his truck. The dog won't go into his house. Typical Baxter move right there. Art decided to leave Baxter in the truck overnight outside his house. He went out a few times to run the heater, check on him, and give him some food and water.
Today's the day. Just as I get close to Bend, my phone rings again. It's Art. Baxter is still in the truck and still won't get out. Art needs to head to the ranch in Maupin to get some work done, so Baxter gets to come along for the ride. Nice!
To help make things a bit easier for Art, I offer to drive closer to the ranch instead of meeting him in Bend. We decide on Madras, which is a 10-15 minutes away from the ranch. I meet Art and Baxter in the McDonalds parking lot in Madras and we make the handoff. I took some video with my phone on Instagram.
You've been promoted
And that's how we got Baxter back. He was gone for 24 days. We know a little about the first day he was gone and we know a little about the last three days he was gone, but there's a whooole lot of stuff that happened in the middle we'll probably never know.
He's a survivor - if the tornadoes weren't enough, he can now add "Maupin Winter" to his resume. We've officially updated his title on LinkedIn from "Couch Dog" to "Adventure Dog".
He's been home for a few days now and seems to be in surprisingly good shape. He's lost around 15-20% of his body weight, has a limp from the coyote trap, and needed to have a couple ticks removed (thanks Louisa, I hate ticks), but his teeth are whiter than ever and his toenails look fantastic. His attitude and personality seem unchanged. He behaves as if nothing happened. Just another walk in the park I guess.
So what now?
Time to go camping! It's going to be business as usual, except Baxter may have a few more things attached to him when we're in the middle of nowhere (like a leash, for example). We're thinking about getting him a vest and attaching a Garmin inReach Mini and a bunch of Pawket Treats.
Thank you Grayson, Jeremy, Craig, Art, and everyone on the internet that helped get Baxter home. We couldn't have done it without you! Maupin is such a friendly/fun town and we hope to be back soon to buy everyone dinner.
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