Lost and Found in The Missouri River
It happened on the Fourth of July 2020. I was jumping from the boat to one of those lily pads. My swimming trunks caught the boat tie and my glasses went flying.
I know what you are thinking. Why were you wearing your glasses? That's precisely what was going through my mind.
Earlier that year I had just purchased new glasses. Expensive frames, no glare, bifocals They were awesome and now they were in the Missouri River near Pickstown.
First of all, for reasons I'll omit, we were anchored up in a bay near the dock. That was good. The second thing that was working in my favor was, Dan noticed where we were. Exactly where we were. The kids were up playing in the mud so we knew we might have a chance to recover the glasses later.
Fast forward to the pheasant hunting season. Opening weekend, we trapesed down the hill through places rabbits wouldn't run to take a look-see. We didn't find them. Dan said, 'we'll check back when the water gets lower.' I didn't think much of it, I knew the snow was coming and we might not ever see them again.
Then, Tuesday when I get home from work, I see a package sitting covered ironically with snow on our front step. I wondered what could be inside. I knew it was coming from
Dan and Jonna from Armour, but with those two it could be just about anything.
I got inside, opened the box, and there, hermetically sealed better than anything delivered by Amazon, carefully nestled in bubble wrap and a couple of cozzies, were my glasses. Unbeknownst to me, Dan had gone back to the river and this time found them!
Now, the frames survived, but the lenses? Not so much. I imagine the constant movement of the water and the gravel along the shore wore them down, but the frames are good to go!
How about you? Have you ever lost something in the river? If so, let me know about it and I'd love to write about it. You can reach me anytime! firstname.lastname@example.org.