Thanks indeed to the kind person who found my keys
This is a post about kindness, not about food, though I wish I could share a meal with the person who saved my day.
Dear kind person who found my keys on the Beacon Rock trail:
I am so grateful. I wish I knew your name. Here’s what happened: My friend Lisa Johnson of Seattle had been in Hood River. I asked her if she wanted to hike to the top of Beacon Rock and then stop by my house in Vancouver on her way home.
We met at the trail head at 4 p.m. I brought my dog, Abby. I stuffed my car keys, doggie poop bags, phone and driver’s license in my pockets. When Abby did her business, I took the bags out to clean up, and the keys must have fallen out. It was near the top of the mile climb. When we got to the bottom, I checked my pockets for the keys. They were gone.
Now my Volvo wagon was locked up, tighter than tight. A second set of keys was in the car. I was doomed. I called my husband, hoping against hope that we had a third key tucked away somewhere. Nope.
So I went to the ranger station and asked that they would call me if any keys were turned in. Then Lisa and I and the dog started home. She dropped me off, and David, the Intrepid One in this blog, packed his coat hanger and other tools that would allow him to get into the car. I was skeptical. I told him I would start hiking up the trail to recheck places while he tried to get in the car.
I looked at the Volvo wagon. There, in the door jamb some kind person had tucked in the set of keys. We rejoiced. We thank you. You made our day end perfectly.
I only hope that this message of thanks reaches the kind person who left me my keys. Cheers!