I was depressed about Donald Trump winning the election, and I decided the antidote was apple picking:

I sequester two of my best friends, Annie and Joey, into joining my escapade. I borrow a car, plan the five-hour roundtrip route, and pow-wow an itinerary with my WASP-y friend Sam, who went to Bard College. It would be an Americana-ish adventure to distract me from feeling like a stranger in my own country.

We drive the 120 miles to Rhineback, NY. It’s cold and bright outside. The trees are fiery red, dying. “Look at that Insta-tree!” I joke. The colors are breathtaking. None…