My Sunday morning started out great. While visiting with my mom, I asked her if she wanted to go for a quick walk on the trail. My Fitbit was only showing 158 steps (but it was still early) so I figured I could get a few miles in.
By the sound of my wind chimes I could tell that it was quite windy out. I equated this wind to it also being chilly so we both wore long pants and a sweatshirt. After we got to the trail I quickly learned that was not the case. It was a warm wind and it got hot really fast.
We walked to the 2.5 mile marker on the trail. It was getting hot and my feet were starting to hurt so we figured it was a good point to turn around. I was hot so I took my jacket off and draped it over my arm.
When we were a little past the last mile, I realized I. didn't have my phone! Oh no! It must have fallen out
of my jacket pocket when I took the jacket off. Okay, I tried not to panic. I remember where the turn around mark was, I would just go back to that point. Surely it would be laying right there. I felt bad making my mom walk back again so I started to run so I could get there sooner. On my way back, I found my headband on the ground! O heck, I didn't even realize I had lost it. That was lucky! I passed several bikers and walkers and asked each one if they had seen a phone. They all said "no" but would help me look. When I told one couple on bikes where I lost it, they said they would look and I felt pretty confident that they would find it, pick it up, and bring it back to me. Well, I didn't see them come back my way and the reality had set in that it may have fallen out during one of the road sections of the trail and it may have gotten run over by a car!
I kept trudging along looking while my mom looked on the edge of the trail in case it got swept to the side. Finally I see something up ahead and it gives me hope. Could it be? YES, it was a phone. But as I bend down to pick it up, I notice that it wasn't MY phone! In all the years that I have been running and walking this trail, I never saw ANY phones on the trail and now today TWO phone were missing. I find it ironic that I just passed several bikers who were coming from that direction and none of them saw THIS phone that was laying right in the middle of the trail. Now I had the dilemma of what to do with this phone. Should I leave it in the hopes that the person comes back and is looking just like I am doing? What if it gets run over by a bike (because clearly the bikers had not seen it) or what if it gets in the wrong hands? I ultimately decide to carry it with me as I continue to look for my own phone.
I finally get to the turn around point and no phone. I turn around and walk back to meet my mom who is walking towards me still looking. I decide that I'm not going to get too worked up over this. I am still calm because I am hoping that once we get back to the car that someone may have used my phone to call my mom to tell her they found my phone. My contacts are in alphabetical order and I have label my parents as A-Mom and A-Dad so they come up first in my contact list. I am hoping someone calls those numbers. If all else, I will just call my phone and see if someone answers it. The only problem though is that my phone is still on silent ( I keep it that way when I go to work).
We get back to the car and my mom has 3 missed calls from Scott. I decide to call my own phone before we call him back. I call and it rings, and rings ( and I am starting to worry now that no one may pick up). Finally someone answers and it's Scott. What? I am surprised and ask how he got my phone? Apparently a biker found it on the trail (right at that turn around point). I asked how he knew to call Scott ( out of all the people in my contacts that was a very good guess). He said because he went through my call log and called the last person who called me. So anyway, Scott made arrangement to meet this guy and collect my phone and was nice enough to give the guy a Sheetz gift card as a reward. The funny thing was, from where Scott said he met this biker guy on the trail, that meant that this guy must have rode right past me. Apparently he didn't bother to ask people if anyone had lost a phone.
Oh, and in case you are wondering what happen to the iphone I found..... Well, as I was carrying it, it kept getting dings for text messages. Of course it was my natural instinct to look down at it every time it dinged. Apparently someone was really trying to get a hold of Bill and Ruth Anne to let them know that they were gonna hang out at the Ocean and then go have dinner. Everyone was on their own for dinner. Who ever was texting was having grapes and apples. Since I had no idea who this person was I found these messages to be comical.
The phone did ring and the callers name came up Bill. I assumed it was the Bill who the texts were for so I answered it and told him that I had found his phone on the trail. It was actually his wife's phone and we made arrangements to meet him on the trail to give it back.
Oh what a day! If you read ALL of this. Thank you! Its always so scary when someone finds something of yours that is so personal. you can tell a lot about my life from my phone. -M
Has anything like this every happened to you? What would have you done (in either situation)?
Oh, and by the way, at the end of all this I had 15, 885 steps on my Fitbit, 2 sore feet and 1 big blister.