Awesome!
My family spent the last couple days in Petersville as well, in preparation for the trip I built a nice handle bar mount for my Garmin GPSMap 76CX, but I retained the factory cradle. It looked a little sketchy so I made up a nice tether out of Dacron fishing line and some stainless snap swivels. I rode two full days of heavy alder bashing with no problems, good to go right?!
WRONG!
Late one afternoon I looked down to check my location and the GPS was gone. I was devastated, that thing has been with me through thick and thin and I had a lot of new waypoints that I hadn't downloaded into my PC. I knew the chances of me ever seeing it again were one in a million as I couldn't remember the last time I had looked at it. But, I figured I run back down the last hill we went up and back down the trail a mile, then up the last hill we went down. I was comfortable with that being a big enough search area.
I looked and looked until some of our group came back to see where I was, a good 20 minutes. They started poking around carefully where they thought it most likely I lost it and I went back down the hill to search some other areas. A good half hour of trudging through the snow and alders I was ready to give up. I had no idea where the GPS might have fallen off and felt like I was wasting everyones time so I gave up. I stepped off my sled to go tell them to stop looking and promptly fell down. My arm went out to keep from doing a head plant and my hand landed on something hard.
There it was... not 3" under the snow. What are the odds?
Not related to a GPS, but the day before I shot a nice Ptarmigan and strapped it to the back of my sled with a bungee cord. A half hour later we stopped for lunch and I noticed the bird was gone! I scarfed my lunch down and went back to see if I could find it. Good luck right? A pure white bird among a dozen fresh tracks zig zagging around the several hundred acres we just covered in the last half hour?
I spent a good half hour riding around slowly looking for any sign of the bird. Nothing. I was back tracking for the second time when our group showed up and headed off to go ride again. We made a big loop and completely by accident we ended up running back through the little drainage I had lost the bird in. One of our group started waving to me so I went over to see what was wrong. He tossed me the bird!
He had stopped to adjust his goggles and just as he was about to drive off, he stood up and looked down. There it was!
Now, what are the odds of us finding the Bird and the GPS! Of all the times I've ridden Petersville, never have we backtracked. We always make big loops so we don't have to ride the same terrain twice, but for some reason we did this time.