I was camping near Mt. Hood one summer for a few weeks. I had taken the day off and was down in Sandy cleaning out my car when two brutes attacked me. It turned out to be friends of mine who after missing the third exit ramp to Fort Collins, CO. decided that it would take so long to turn around that they may as well go find me in Oregon. Two days later, with multiple ignored calls from puzzled employers they found me by asking strangers where to look. Since then I have never witnessed free spirit decision making on that level.