So I got up around 10 a.m. on Monday — the last day of FrostBurn. I got ready to go and discovered that my car keys were missing. It was oddly just my car keys too: I still had my house keys, but I had somehow unclipped the car keys the night before. Since John and I were the last ones up, and we got no snow the night before, they must have been sitting right on top of the snow. I searched along the paths between the car, my winter shelter, and the bathrooms to no avail. I took down the winter shelter and packed everything up, checking every pocket and nook.
I gave Ali a call on a borrowed phone and let her know what was up. Although she's so awesome that she would have traveled the 5 hours out to get me, she's smart enough to get me to try other options first.
I had signed up for Better World Club last year and finally got a chance to use it. They tried contacting some locksmiths, and decided that the best bet would be to get the Buick Roadmaster towed to the nearest dealership. Lizzy called her friend and we thought a better option would be to bring the VIN to the dealership and have them make a new key. We got hold of Better World Club and called off the wrecker. They called contacted the nearest dealership and found it would cost all of $4.
As I walked around the car to fetch my hand-held GPS to give directions for people, I couldn't believe my eyes. The keys were sitting right out in the open, just a few feet in front of the car.
It might have been there all along, or it might have been kicked free by someone during the four hours of searching.
So I called Ali and got packed up and headed home. Once again, the snow sucked on the roads: all the way from Erie, PA to just east of Buffalo. I did make it home safely, though, and — overall — had a great time. I also got to be remembered as "Jason Who Lost His Keys" rather than (or "in addition to", perhaps) "Jason Who Passed Out in the Snow".
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