Judd's phone is missing again

I leave town, for work, for a few days, and, before I know it, Judd's phone is missing. My app, Find My Phone, says he's "offline."  That could mean it's turned off (intentionally to save battery,) out of cell range (it's rural Oregon!,) or broken at the bottom of a ravine (like the owner.) Use my imagination!

It's the Appalachian Trail angst all over again. He did text me a message this morning that he's going on a hike on the Rogue River Trail. The text said, "I'm leaving this (see pic) on the kitchen counter." SO, does that help me at my Long Beach conference? or do I wait until Friday, when I'm back, to look for his body?  He mentioned he's taking his hammock. He claims he can't find his extra large-charge-your-cell-phone-battery. I know he can't find the hand-warmers we never used skiing this year. Apparently, he hasn't had time to shop for new hiking shoes which he's told me he needs. So, it sounds like he's underprepared, certain to be cold,  and, damned if I can tell: did he chose option 1 or 2?  Can                                                                                                                    you tell?


Last weekend was rainy so we spontaneously altered our drive-to-the-mountains-for-views plan.  On Saturday, we shopped Ashland (for new job work clothes for me), lunched in Ashland and did a Wellspring natural hot springs soak.  We can only hang in the hot water and intermittent sun for about an hour. Just as we were about done, 10 high school age girls got into the pool, talking about the boys right behind them. I beat Judd out of the shower, and while putting on my shoes, about 10 teenage boys came in, searching for cubbies for their shoes.  Good timing!  Time to get out! 

 On Sunday, I internet-checked, "things to do near Grants Pass" as we found Black Panther still at one theater within an hours drive, but not until 2:50pm. Elk Mountain Highland Games were happening only 36 min away, so off we went. We parked for free at the fire station and had a hay ride to the fair, much like a mini-Common Ground Fair. Unfortunately, most of the Scottish athletic events had occurred on Saturday.  We did witness some of the "edged weapons competition"  (men in kilts throwing axes at a mock-Shrek) but we totally missed the beard and costume contest. We heard some live dulcimer and harp music, accompanied by 3 year olds dancing alongside 20+somethings dancing in full butterfly costume, blowing bubbles for the crowd in the gentle showers. The Sunday May pole wasn't going to happen until noon. We walked around the vendors in and out of the rain. Bought some authentic shortbread.  Could have purchased authentic sporins or daggers. We ate massive sweet rolls from Heavenly Bakery and were off to Grants Pass before noon (which means we missed the May Pole had more time to kill before the 2:50 movie.) It was a good Sunday and a good movie....... and tomorrow, I'll look for Judd's phone again.