An update --
I received the following e-mail today:
I have in the back of my truck a tent, pants, sleeping bag, foam pad, thermarest, and hat with Gail Gagarin's name written on it. Awaiting your instructions on how to get it back to you.
(You should have seen the heap my big cabin tent made when it blew down. I had some heavy stuff inside it, though, so it didn't end up way down a reentrant like yours -- and one other -- did. Thanks to unknown rogainers who carried them both back to the hash house.)