I had just finished Ustengrav utterly loaded to the teeth with loot (Lydia, too) and decided to go check out the peak of the mountain. Did you guys know there's a dwemer ruin up there with a cool leveled, enchanted hammer and some dwemer chests? So, I had about 800 stones' worth of magical crap, all of the enchantments on which I hadn't learned yet. There are ice specters or whatever up there, too. The little blue floating worm SOB's that do frost damage and slow you down. But whatever, I killed the crap out of those.
Then I walked to the other side of the peak...and lo and behold! A word wall at the bottom of the mountain, and a nice dragon perched above it begging for the sweet release of death.
Genius me decides to get my Dragon Murder Time(R) on, and I decide going into a dragon fight over-encumbered would be a bad idea. So, I drop all the magical goods in a nice, neat little pile out of the way so I can come back after the fight and sort through it all, to decide what to take back and disenchant then opposed to later. After that, I chuck a fireball at the dragon and the fight is on.
Oddly enough, the thing about dragon fights is they're very chaotic and highly mobile. In the course of the fight I got myself backed against a cliff face on the other side of the mountain, with the dragon ready to breathe at me...so I did the only thing I could think to do.
Nope, not raise my shield.
Nope, not cast my ward.
Nope, not sprint around him and hope for the best.
I shouted. Nope, not spectral form. Unrelenting force. Level 3.
The next thing I see is that neat, meticulously-sorted giant pile of magical items I'd dropped for the specific purpose of fighting the dragon scatter to the winds, down the cliff, and the nine divines only knows where. Then the realization hits me not fifty feet from where I was standing were two dwemer chests I could have used as storage space.
After killing and looting the dragon and getting the word (ice form, by the way), I spent three hours out of game scouring that mountainside for my items. I found one...an amulet of Stendarr. I'd like to think standing at the bottom of that mountain was some poor schmuck of a wood elf who had the pleasure of being rained on by about 500 stones' worth of magical ancient nordic, dwarven and glass weapons.