Somethings never change...

This week my friend Lindi joined me on my morning ride out to Komoka. She was even up to add the hike and a breakfast stop. Lindi and I have been friends since high school and often did road trips during our early 20's student years. These trip dwindled as distance, careers and families started to overtake our free time so it was nice to spend this kind of time together again. Now you should also know that our road trips kind of became notorious for the foolish decisions/situations that we found ourselves in despite being fairly intelligent girls. Some examples- camping on the side of the I-90 highway, having a very late dinner in a seedy sports bar where we were the only women on Cape Cod, getting caught in a riot at the Port Authority Bus terminal in NYC, going home with a marine I met at the Vietnam memorial in DC, getting lost for 8 hrs on a 2kms hike in Banff, resorting to flipping a coin to decide what direction to go, then hopping a 10ft fence to hitchhike along the trans Canada...well you get the idea. What was always amazing is that we got out of these adventures relatively unscathed and safe.
So we had a great ride out to Komoka, I tethered my bike to the gate and then attached Lindi's bike to mine. We hiked in half way, stopped to eat and had a great visit. As we were packing up to head back, Lindi suddenly realised she didn't have the key to her bike lock. So first we determined- YES I had actually given it back to her. Then each of us checked every pocket, nook and cranny- to no avail! We then decided it couldn't hurt to back track-and pray- checking the trail to see if it had fallen out or if someone had found it. No luck. However, I did have some good thought as I was sure that I had not actually attached her bike to mine...I had attached it to my locking cable. At least we could separate our bikes and get home.
Reaching the parking lot, no key found we headed to the bikes to unlock and figure out how to secure Lindi's lock so that it didn't impede her ride home.
As I am unlocking and Lindi is trying to recall if there is a spare key at home. She laments that it would have been really great just to have found it while hiking back. She then looks down in the grass and VOILA! there is the key. No kidding. Lindi thinks she missed her pocket when I handed it back to her. Once again, safe and unscathed. Lindi didn't think there was a need to tell, I said this was definitely blog-worthy!