So, it’s Friday afternoon at the Champoeg gathering of cachers, and I am walking through the campground. Suddenly a voice calls out and asks if I want some travelers. In one of the campgrounds is a young woman, with this bag of travelers she claims she has been sitting on FOREVER.
She felt horrible, so I took pity on her and assured I would get them all back in circulation.
Your traveler is one from the bag, and I will move it soon – promise.