I just posted this on The Most Beautiful Things but I figured you guys would like it too.
Evon's cracking 65 as we head home to Seattle from our 13th-anniversary day in Bellingham, when I see a bag fly off the back of a boat being hauled by a pickup. We speed up and flag down the driver to make him pull over. We tell him that a quarter mile back his bag flew off his boat. He thanks us, and we head on our merry way.
Minutes later, I notice that a cargo van hauling a flatbed has a purple and blue bag caught on its back axle. We flag down this driver, and he pulls over. We quickly retrieve the bag from the back axle.
Now we have a dilemma. We have the bag. There's no way the owners are going to find it on the roadway. They could even get killed looking for it. We have to go back and find them. So we pull off at the next exit, with Evon watching the highway.
Sure enough, at that moment the boat whips by on the highway. But we're on the exit ramp. So we reenter the highway, and Evon tops 85 as we catch up to the boat. We flag the driver down for a second time, and hand him his bag. He is flabbergasted.
That all takes place in about fifteen minutes and ten miles of road. Now that's how to celebrate an anniversary.