July 17 Swiss Cyclist Reunited with True Love

Remember that day, I rode, head down, across the tundra, trying to make the 5 PM ferry? (I did make it .)

While I flew along, I spotted a small stuff bag, which I could tell was dropped by a cyclist just because of where it was on the road. it was a small blue stuff sack that holds a lightweight raincoat or something similar.

I quickly stopped, picked it up and jammed it into my pocket, not taking the time to open it because every minute counted.

When I arrived at the ferry, - 5 minutes before loading- I went around to each of the 10 cyclists who are waiting for the ferry and asked if anyone had dropped it. But nobody had.

On the ferry, I opened it up and found it was a lightweight Osprey brand pack.

The next day, as I was cycling, a couple flew by me and I recognized her long blonde braid. That same braid had flown past me the day before.

I shouted, “Did you drop a small blue bag yesterday? “

They immediately yanked on their brakes and pulled over, as did I. She said with great excitement, “ I was hoping someone would pick it up. I remembered passing you and hoped you would!”

It was her favorite backpack and she was so sad to have lost it.