Sure, we can go-- look at leaves.

[ She can't control the deep, husky note creeping into her voice, or the sigh of pleasure that follows her words as he moves inside her. That's what people go to Vermont for, right? And buying maple syrup. ]

I'm not sure... driving through counts. [ She laughs softly, half at the thought, mostly just suffused with the joy of the moment. ]

I tried to go on vacation. I don't know if that counts either.