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DH was on a semi wilderness boating excusriosn (10 days of touring remote Idaho locations with whitewater boats on trailers) and his wallet fell out of the truck when they stopped to scout a rapid. This road is about 4 hours in off the pavement.... A lady who lives back there and was hunting found it and called us. She is a school teacher back in there, and sent it back intact.
The funny thing is, she had contacted us (via a business card) and mailed the wallet back to me before he'd even figured out he'd lost it.;)
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Nearly forgot this incredible lost and found story plus stranger. And it's cycling-related. :)
We went for all-day group bike trip with 10 people on Vancouver Island. At the end, we piled into someone's car with 4 bikes in total. Included all panniers of 4 people.
Then we arrived at home of couple to overnight. My partner suddenly realized he had mistakenly left behind his pannier with his clothing, etc. on the pavement in the parking lot.....50 kms. away! Even after they drove car back. No pannier. It was gone.
When we got back to Vancouver, dearie phoned police to report missing pannier. A woman returned in his packed pannier to the local police station the next day!
So dearie, following wk. took the 1 hr. ferry ride and did 100+ kms. bike ride to recover this pannier. :)
Morale: Not only there are sometimes good strangers, but please, please check all around the car that you have put all your gear into the car.
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This thread reminded me of a story. I'd been out for a ride with a mate, and when we finished our ride we returned to the carpark where we'd stashed our cars. We fiddled around for a bit, putting our bikes in the back of our respective cars etc. There was a football game in the adjoining sports field and a few spectators were leaving. One of them was in the car next to mine. He drove off, leaving his baby's bag behind!
It was full of nappies, food, clothes, toys, his wallet .. everything bar his mobile phone. We rifled through his wallet, and found his driver's license. Looked him up in the white pages, only to discover his phone had been disconnected. He had an unusual last name, so we called all the other entries in the white pages - nobody had heard of him. Finally, my friend found a card in his wallet for a local church. She called them, asked if they knew him, and they did. They called his wife (they'd moved and he hadn't updated the street address on his license, and of course the white pages were out of date), who in turn called him on his mobile phone.
Twenty minutes later, he was back, flustered as hell, and happy to have all his stuff back.
I feel good about that day :)
Max
