Back in 2002, I was leaving the Willow Flowage in northern Wis. after a few days' camping.  As I'm paddling toward the landing I see a tandem canoe with what looked like a big guy and his blond 12-year-old kid in the bow.  The 12-year-old turned out to be a close female friend, a singer I'd played backup for.

Four years later, I was camped on the Turtle-Flambeau Flowage (west of the Willow) and a guy pulled up to the campsite in his canoe and asked if I was there, calling me by my full name.  He said (the name of my supervisor) had an urgent message for me and I should high-tail it out of there.  Turns out I had worked with him for a couple of years and then followed him into two separate jobs as he moved on in his career.

I'm just waiting to run into someone I know in the BW.