More on that later but found objects are so sweet especially when they can be put into projects.
Talking with a friend today stirred up a memory, he was talking about found objects especially in rivers frequented by canoeists, forgotten beers etc
I once lost a case of beer ……… left it to cool in a lake near Whitesaddle Air for two weeks while I was in the high mountains of the Waddington Range …….. the heli pilot drank it while I was gone …… I was ripped when I got back because no cold brew on hot May day (a travesty) and there was no beer store for mega miles of dirt road, and the heli pilot makes quite a bit of cash and could easily afford his own but there are temptations …. and I suppose that was one of them. Guess that was a lost object for me but a found one for him.
Reminds me of another semi-related heli-story … worked up in the Yukon for a summer geo-survey stuff on vertical crumbly mountain walls tagging veins for arseno-pyrite real haywire stuff remote, all on rappel and jumars … heli’d into pocket glaciers front skid tow ins only so steep…. everyday sometimes in the fog of low scudding cloud using murky surrounding walls for the only bearing, semi insane … the pilot was on the edge all summer he sat in his tent alone at nights harbouring his scotch at the end of the summer he shot himself … just a bit of a side story …. ask me about the Jesus Bolt (its the one that holds the rotor on — they sometimes fail.