It'd take a miracle!

A couple of weekends ago our family was invited to stay overnight with our friends at their cabin near Lava Hot Springs, Idaho.  We went four-wheeling, roasted marshmallows, sat around, and enjoyed the scenery, of which there was plenty.  At lunch time some other friends joined us, then we packed up and headed to the river to float down it.  You should note, here, that I am not a huge water, float down a river kind of gal.  But, since everyone was doing it and I am 30 something years old, I decided to go for it.  The first ride down wasn't too bad, even though I had both girls sitting literally on top of me and my bum hit a few rocks...pointy, jagged, lava rocks.  We decided to go again and even that ride wasn't so bad.  The only thing was Katie Anne, who had gotten splashed pretty good the first time, wouldn't take her hands off of her eyes and kept saying, "Hold me mama, hold me!"  So, when every one started heading for a third trip, I backed out and waited at the bridge with the girls. 

We watched plenty of 'floaters' going by, and soon my boys came past us.  John held up his ring finger, where instead of a wedding ring, there was only one bright white line where it should have been.  Heart sinking, I heard him say, "We flipped and my ring fell off."  When they got to the exit point, the boys went to see a hot pot with our friends, and John headed back to the scene of the crime, the spot where the river stole his ring.  We followed him up to a pretty popular flipping spot (if I had seen it before we got in, I would have never, ever floated down the river even once!), where a guy was repeatedly diving under the water searching for stuff and helping said flippers. 

John had let him know his ring had fallen off but with the current of the river and the dynamics of the rocky river bed, I was sure it was gone forever.  We watched the guy dive for a while and saw him tossing out lost sunglasses, but at last we really had to get going.  We left him our home number and headed to Willow Park for our annual 24th of July picnic with the family. 

We finally dragged into the house after 10:00 and what should be waiting on our answering machine but, "Um, this is the guy who was diving at Lava and I think I found your ring.  Call me."  We got a hold of him the next day and he promised to send it down...

So yeah...it did take a miracle...a really nice guy at the right spot at the right time.  Sorry, gals, who were so excited to see John without a ring, he's still taken!