The crew I was traveling with was dead tired and ready to sleep, but we decided instead to unload our gear and drive back an hour on the beat-up, rugged, dirt road on which we arrived in hopes of finding my boards. We searched everywhere.
Amazingly, the surfer who found my boards drove over 450 miles back to the US, found my shaper, who in turn found me, all to return my lost boards!
But instead, he drove twelve hours back to the US with my boards in tow, and then took time to find and contact my shaper, all in hopes of returning my boards.
A few days later, I got an unexpected voicemail from my shaper, DT, “Hey, uhh, did you lose a board bag in Mexico recently? Give me a call. ” My first thoughts were, “how the hell does DT know I lost a bag down there? ” So, I called him.
He said he received an email from someone who found a bag in Mexico with DT boards in it, and tracked him down as the shaper.
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