Keep Dreaming. Seriously.

You're counting down the weeks (days, actually...okay, minutes) until your next vacation...those precious seven days when you can turn off your cell phone, shelve your to-do list and set up your "out of office without access to email" response on Outlook.

This year, you and some pals have decided to spend a week in Yellowstone National Park--just the six of you, the open sky and Old Faithful. The excellent organizer that you are (you've been dubbed "VP of logistics" over the years), there's no surprise that the task of planning the trip is yours. You don't mind, though--you're actually looking forward to the challenge.

...Check that--you thought you were looking forward to the challenge--until the requests started dribbling in: Roger and Steve would like to fly fish (preferably for trout) and do some hiking. Sue wants to ride horses and check out a hot spring. Jerry's keen on rafting--the bigger the rapids the better--and Cheryl, of course, wants to be pampered..."see if you can find a place for us to get a massage and a pedi," her email read.

Oh, and the group isn't really the camping type--the comforts of a nice inn or resort with good food and a healthy wine selection are a must. Great. Planning a dream vacation for one is one thing, but for six? Impossible, right? Wrong.

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Things are looking up.

Fast forward to day four of your Austin-Lehman Adventures vacation: you've spent the morning riding horses alongside bubbling mud pots and herds of moose, dismounting now and then to fly fish the Yellowstone River or to soak your feet in a hidden hot spring. Lunch was a gourmet picnic prepared by Cheri, your guide, who'd overheard Roger talking about his obsession with Dr. Pepper and Sue talking about hers with chocolate. Sure enough, your epicurean lunch was accompanied by cans of Dr. Pepper and all-you-can-eat Hershey's dark chocolate bites.

Back at the inn, the sun's setting and you've got an hour to kill before dinner. Instead of a nap, the group opts for a cocktail in the hot tub. As air jets massage your sore muscles (it's been a while since your thighs have clung to a saddle), a toast is made, to you: "The master planner! VP of logistics. How'd you do it? Everything's perfect! We wouldn't change a thing. By the way, did you tell Cheri I liked Dr. Pepper??"

You think for a minute about admitting to your pals that the planning really wasn't hard--that Austin-Lehman did it all--and more, actually. The little surprises--the Dr. Peppers and the chocolates (there was something new everyday)--you had nothing to do with. But why spoil the fun?

So you smile, and as you clink glasses and sip Pinot Noir, you sink down into the tub and let the hot water bubble over your shoulders. "Anything for you guys," you say with a grin.

Cheers to that.