If I could take three months off from my life, I would pack up my dog, my cats, and my husband and explore some remote mountain range. Patagonia? The Himalayas? Antarctica? Alaska? The Rockies? I don’t know. The wilderness. Some place with epic boundaries and a far off horizon, where there is no paycheck or bank account or internet or Facebook. No job. No hurry. No push and pull. Some place that doesn’t quite exist but might be real if you work hard enough to find it. Those would be a nice three months.