I found it!

“I’ll be a son-of-a-gun!” I exclaimed.
My iPhone-6 spent the entire night in woods next to Lehigh Valley Rail-trail.
But there it was. I started in from Chamberlain Road where I turned around yesterday with my crazy dog.
I almost immediately needed a widdle-stop after turning around. I get this lacking a prostate.
Off into the woods I walked with my lunging hunter, who eventually threw me down with a sudden direction-change. That apparently was enough to dislodge my iPhone from my rear pants pocket — unbeknownst to me, of course.
“It’s depressing how much these things became part of our lives.” I texted that to my aquacise therapist with my suddenly retrieved iPhone. (She also has an iPhone.)
My grocery-lists are in it, I calculate with it, I GPS with it, I take pictures with it, it gets my e-mail, I Siri with it (“Siri, I need a Taco-Bell in Altoona, PA” —where I chase and photograph trains; I’m a railfan). I could go on-and-on, and I’m only using a small part of what it can do.
I thought it was gone forever, off in woods next to that long rail-trail. I ain’t gonna find that thing in a million years.
Do yer math manually, GPS with my head, mow lawn in a rain-shower, grocery-lists cursive on scratch-paper. In other words, get another iPhone.
Back to our world before Smartphones. I’m told life was simpler back then, but I found that sucker!

• Would that I could picture my iPhone laying on the leaves. But that iPhone would be my camera.
• My prostate-gland was removed a few years ago as cancerous.
• “Siri” (“Sear-eee”) is Apple’s iPhone assistant. She takes commands via voice-recognition. E.g. “Siri, I need a Taco-Bell in Altoona, PA.” (She even gives GPS directions.)