Or The Worst Prank Ever Pulled by National Park Employees

Or The Worst Prank Ever Pulled by National Park Employees

I have a lifestyle twin. For realsies. Clayton, Bryson, and I took a spontaneous trip to the Shenandoah Valley a few weekends ago. We spent most of the day Saturday driving along the Skyline Drive and stopping to take pictures. We decided to hike one of the trails while on the drive. When we were packing up what we wanted to take on the hike, I realized I couldn’t find my camera case. We’d been driving, jumping out, taking pictures, and jumping back in the car for awhile, so to turn around and retrace our steps would have taken the rest of the day. We carried on without it; thankfully I still had my camera.

I emailed the park when we got back home, and they told me they would file a report with the Lost and Found office. I wasn’t very hopeful. It’s a really big park. But then I checked the mail today and this was there:

Hooray, I thought. My camera case has come home. But here’s where it gets kooky. My Lost and Found report included “a black camera case containing a yellow memory card adaptor and spare camera battery.” I opened the bag, and here’s what I found:

A black camera case, indeed

I rummage through this camera case, and guess what I find:

A yellow memory card adaptor

and

A spare camera battery, no doubt

Those folks in the Lost and Found department must have high fived and stamped that easy peasy case closed. However, THAT IS NOT MY CRAP. That is not my black camera case, that is not my yellow memory card adaptor, and that is not my spare camera battery. Somebody was running around out there in the Shenandoah Valley National Park snapping pictures where I was snapping pictures, admiring all the same overlooks that I was admiring, and basically living my life. Cuh-reepy. So I called up the L&F office and kindly asked them to stop archiving my file and reignite the search for the black camera case that belongs to me. Not my weekend-copying life thief.

I just can’t help but think how great a “how we met” love story this little tale would make. If I weren’t married. And if the other black camera case belonged to a dude. That was at least 5’10”. And wasn’t listening to country music while driving the Skyline. Or wearing tube socks.   

Ok, forget it. Just find my camera case.

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