I'll be traveling on the 22nd for your blog party -- but have fun.

Here's my travel story.

I met my husband on a blind date set up by friends. I drove 180 miles in a snowstorm to meet him and go cross country skiing; have lunch at a small restaurant near the Big Hole River in Montana; finish the day with a hot soak at Jackson Hot Springs. When my husband called his friend to find out how good of a skiier I was, our mutul friend blithely commented that we probably skiied at 12K an hour. Yousa. He thought I was some Olympic-trained athlete with hair growing between my toes, so he called up on the morning of our ski date and said, "Hey, I've got to take my truck to Butte and get the valves fixed -- sorry, I won't be able to make it!" Think of all the valve jokes you can and you'll have some idea of what he's had to live with since.

Here's Linda's website.