My husband, John, related this tid-bit to me this afternoon: on his way home from dropping me off at the office earlier today, he happened to fall in behind a black SUV with out-of-state plates, driving "suspiciously slow" on our little road. He shadowed them, his concern peaking when they slowed to a crawl past our house, pointing out the windows.
When they pulled over at the neighbor's house to turn around, he pulled in to talk with them; turns out they are on vacation from South Carolina, staying at Okemo, and found BRAT through their search for fly-fishing options in the area. They got our address from the internet and thought they'd come check it out. By this time in his story, I'm grinning ear to ear; John proceeds to tell me that our 17-year-old daughter opted to walk this family up to her favorite fishing spot. Too cool...wish I'd been home! Hope they have some good luck or at least a lot of fun. Welcome to Vermont, folks!