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Scotland #14: Losing My Phone in Scotland And Other Adventures

Scotland #1: Welcome to Edinburgh!
Scotland #2: The View from Arthur’s Seat
Scotland #3: The View from Scott Monument
Scotland #4: Going Forth to Forth
Scotland #5: The Beauty of Fife
Scotland #6: Whisky Fail
Scotland #7: Defeat at Culloden
Scotland #8: Cawdor’s Not-So-Secret Garden
Scotland #9: The Loch Ness Loop
Scotland #10: The Road to Skye
Scotland #11: Old Man of Storr
Scotland #12: Pieces of Skye
Scotland #13: Rubha Hunish AKA The Hike from Hell

There’s nothing like losing an expensive piece of technology to put a damper on a vacation. Welcome to my life. Have no fear, this story has a happy ending. And tons of beautiful pictures to boot.

Wednesday morning, we headed out of Skye for a long day of driving to Glasgow. It was our longest drive of the trip, with little time to spare. So what did I do? I threw a wrench in our plans. It all started when we pulled over to take a picture of this landscape about 20 minutes into our drive.


We got back into the car, only to pull over 10 minutes later at one of most beautiful scenes in our entire trip. The early morning fog mixing with the mountains… the lush greenery.. the moody river… Yes please!










Forty-five minutes passed easily while I escaped to photography heaven. Then we got back to our car and — crap. Where was my phone? I tore the car apart to no avail. I retraced my steps, desperately pawing through the wet grass. Nothing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

At this point, we had few options. Lisa’s phone had no service so I couldn’t even call myself. We decided to keep driving in the hopes that the phone was buried in the mess in the backseat. Half an hour later, Lisa’s phone got service, and I texted every person I know who might be up at 6:30 a.m. U.S. time. Luckily, my boss has two little kids who like to wake up with the sun. He went into my Apple account only to discover that Apple’s Find My Phone feature could not find my phone at all. That meant my phone was definitely not in our car.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That’s when we remembered our first stop of the morning. These mountains:


We turned around and headed north, while I grumbled, “There is no way my phone will still be there.” Forty minutes later, Lisa pulled off to the side of the road and shouted, “There’s your phone!”

Holy crap. Lisa was right. There was my phone on the side of the road, a little worse for wear, but still working perfectly. All was right with the world. Happiness restored!



P.S. It took me two months to realize that only the plastic protector was broken. The phone itself was perfectly intact. Talk about an even happier ending to a happy ending.

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