Mercer, please find that pistachio orchard around Tularosa Basin. We're going to sit under the trees and listen to the harvest crack open. It's on my dream list. You, the kids and I. August, 3pm.

Sipping my adult beverage this late morning (alcohol-free, of course) I suddenly thought: "What if everything I know is wrong?" 

Fun experiment, eh? Princess, on board! We're sailing!