Little Gasparilla: The Lost Phone Saga

In a post-COVID haze, we escaped to Little Gasparilla Island, a remote slice of Florida paradise only reachable by a 45-minute john boat ride and a strong sense of commitment. We spent lazy days beach lounging, stalked snook through the mangroves, and took a detour into the wild heart of the Everglades.

Then came the real adventure: forgetting the camera, surviving on the cursed aspect ratio of my wife’s phone, and watching that same phone take a majestic dive into the ocean, courtesy of Isaac’s ambitious sandbar exploration. $800 and one data recovery service later, we emerged with a handful of crooked, pixelated memories and the kind of vacation story you never forget… mostly because your wallet won’t let you.