Stowe, VT

Stowe smells heavily of bacon. In a good way. Here's where we met a woman in her eighties from Texas in the Old Depot deli. She was part of a leaf peeping tour. Around her neck she wore a lanyard, and at the end of the lanyard was a nametag: Anemone.

"Anemone! I love your name."
"My mother named me after a beautiful flower and you're the first person who has ever said it correctly the first time."
"Well, that's because I know what an anemone is!"
"Can you save me a place?"
"Sure. We're leaving anyway. We have to get back to Ben & Jerry's."
"Oh, do you people work there?"
"No, we're from California."
"Oh, I love California! I visited my daughter in California last year."
"Oh, yeah? Where does she live?"
Silence.
"Northern California? L.A.?"
More silence.
"Where did you fly in?"
"..."
"OK, you're like me, you just go where you're told, right?"
"Yes, that's right!"
Some good laughs, and then off to the ice cream tour.