On June 18th I was contacted by a group of vacationing friends who were very concerned about a lost wedding ring. They saw it fly off Jen’s finger into the lake while they were paddle boarding. Needless to say, they were on pins and needles worrying about it. It was 90-mile drive, plus a ferry ride to the island, but I finally arrived the next morning. They rigged me up with a paddle board, which I had never ridden before, but I managed to maneuver it a few hundred yards out to the location and hopped in. Luckily, it was a tiny bay sheltered from the wind, so the water wasn’t too cold, and it was only about chest-deep. I located the ring’s signal within two minutes, but my first scoop didn’t cut through the roots on the bottom, where it had wedged. Luckily, bearing down hard did the trick and I had the ring back on Jen’s finger in no time. She was one happy camper! It’s easy to see why – the ring is beautiful and irreplaceable.