We don't have any signal here at the house, so have to take the phones up on top of the mountain where we can see the tower on another mountain, and there are two bars if we get the angle right.
This is where I set off up the hill:

I climbed and climbed until I could see the cell phone tower in the distance:

I fastened the phone to a tree with a bungee cord. It is wrapped in a plastic bag.

This is the top of the mountain where I could get a signal:

While I was up there, I used the cell phone to call Mr. Troutbend in Las Vegas. This keeps him on his toes because he never knows when I'll call him. Actually, I could call him any time at all, but this was from the top of a mountain.
Tomorrow I'll go back for the phone. I hope I can find it again.