On about that date above, I was assembling my pack in the white river campground parking lot headed for the Emmons glacier.
Somehow, when I turned my back, my sleeping bag rolled away quietly (refusing a summit attempt) and it went unaccounted for as I closed up my pack.
Off I went. I'd say two or three miles up the trail, you came jogging up with sweat beading off your brow, asking if someone had lost a sleeping bag?
I immediately recognized my bag, and was in a mild state of shock that you found it and were now placing it back in my hand. Reeling a bit, I remember thanking you, but didn't have the wherewithal to ask for your number or email so I could at least buy you a 6 pack of your favorite beverage, or something similar.
So if you're out there...let me know? (you know the color and make of the sleeping bag)
That was huge, you saved my bacon! Thanks.