A little over two weeks ago I lost my new iPhone and it didn’t even show up on the Find My iPhone app meaning a clever thief disabled it, it was run over and dead, or it didn’t have cell service. I panicked as the mobile phone has become my portable brain assistant as I don’t even memorize phone numbers anymore and come to rely on technology. The last place I remember seeing it was at the Farmers Market before I went hiking with a friend in the Mount Hood National Forest.
After checking with the police, the market, and using the lost IPhone alert feature I had all but given up on ever seeing it again, and began to use an older phone I had. This past Saturday I received a call saying they found my iPhone in the mountains in a of all places, a duck nest. The guy said he noticed something shiny in the mud while checking the duck nesting structures and found it was a phone, and decided to clean it up and find the owner. He was able to use the sim card from my phone in his Android phone…