One morning last summer I dropped my phone in Huber and didn't notice until I was on Rocky Point at Hartshorne. Retraced my entire ride and actually found the empty baggie I keep it in @ Huber.
Got home to a note from Rustynuts. And my phone. "Hey, someone found this phone and asked me if I might know who owned it. Recognized your daughter from the screensaver".
There's no moral to this story, I just felt like repeating it.
