I fell asleep thinking through the logistics of how I'm going to get new credit cards, a new ID, cash, etc before I hit the next town, let alone Canada.
Then I'm startled awake by someone saying "Evan!" This caught me totally off-guard because not only was I asleep, but basically no one out here knows my real name. And those that do are like 200 miles behind me. And no one calls me Evan out here, anyway.
I respond "yes?" and poke my head out of my hammock to be blinded by a headlamp, and then find my wallet thrust into my lap. What? How? Who?
It turns out that Tom and Lois had driven to the trailhead late at night to see if I had dropped it there. When Lois got out of the truck, she found it tucked in a pocket of the door (remember when I ordered that Tyvek?) that Tom had missed during the initial search. Then, knowing I didn't have cell service, they drove to Drakesbad Guest Ranch and just wandered the nearby campground until they saw a hammock and guessed it was me. At 10:30pm.
Tom and Lois: thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.
Everyone else: this is a longer story than I usually tell, but man was this a big one for me. Thanks for your patience. Have a picture from the other day as compensation.