I was biking on a trail in Boulder, Colorado. I had just got off work from a 10 hour shift, so I wasn’t planning on anything too strenuous. About 2 miles of biking down the trail I pass another group of cyclers, and almost directly after them, I see a key in the middle of the trail. I pick it up, and it’s a newer style Jeep key. I turned around and attempted to catch up with the group, but I’m out of shape, it’s uphill, and they had a head start.

Never saw them again.

I made it all the way back to my car, asking people along the way if they had dropped a key. No luck. I was pretty tired at this point, so I set the key at the beginning of the trail, right in the middle. I thought, well, I have nothing better to do, so I picked it back up and started down the trail again, thinking they went the other direction.

I went about 4 miles down the trail asking everyone I saw. No luck. Great, now I have to turn around and go all the way back uphill 3 miles. I finally made it back to my car, and drove up the mountain road, looking for Jeeps, and holding the key out the window and pressing the panic button, but no luck. I gave up at this point and decided I would somehow post online that I found a missing key.

I headed back down the mountain. I passed where I had parked earlier, passed all the vehicles I had seen while on my bike. The very last stop, I saw a girl sitting on the rear bumper of a brand new white Jeep Wrangler.

I slammed on my brakes, whipped a u-turn, and pulled up right behind the jeep while holding the key out of the window.

I could tell she had been crying, and her face lit up the second she saw me.

She was so grateful, and she gave me a hug through the window.

I just said no problem, I was hoping I would find you, have a great day!

The adventure of the lost key helped my mental state so much tonight, and I’m so happy I didn’t leave it in the trail.