To most folks, Gerber is synonymous with pureed carrots smeared on a cherub-faced baby or little jars used to hold everything from screws to nuts.
To Donald Gustin, Gerber is a long-distance carrier of sorts.
Twenty-nine years ago, Gustin grabbed a baby food jar from his log-scaling shack near Avery, Idaho, wrote a quick note, stuffed it in the jar and flipped it into the flooding St. Joe River.