When I lost my phone in the snow
It was the third day of my family’s ski trip, and I couldn’t have been more excited. I’d already had two great days of snowboarding, and though I’d done all the runs countless times, they’d never gotten old. Now the forecast promised at least three inches of fresh snow—which meant fewer people on the slopes, as well as fresh powder to snowboard on, which is always super fun.
We got out on the mountain, and the day was going perfectly. With the snow falling, we could enjoy the same runs over and over, because the snow would cover up our tracks and it would be like skiing a fresh slope every time.
It wasn’t until the end of the day that I went to grab my phone out of my jacket pocket to take a picture … only to discover that my pocket was open and my phone missing.
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