Part One . Get Lost ...in all the best ways. I plan on it. . It's been a year of finding my feet while I navigate my way through grief and changes. Some small, some as big as a wall. . Each step has walked me toward a dream that I cant ignore. My father and I had more than a few discussions about it. He shared my love for adventure and travel. . So... . I made a list of happiest moments. . Summer at my lake. Every moment with Tuck. Traveling, anywhere. The Oregon coast, the 101 down to Cali are my favorite places. By the ocean. Camera in hand. Time spent with family and friends. . I have often said I'd like to take off and go see in depth this country we live in, letting the back roads lead the way to experiences I'll not forget. He said he would if he could. . Every decision I have recently made, knowingly or not, has led me to today when I can officially say... . October 1st, 2019, if not sooner, I am leaving to wander dirt roads that take me through forests that lead to hidden lakes, into the mountains, and along ocean shores, all that and more. . Even when I didn't know, or was unsure I could make it happen, the universe played a well experienced hand in getting me here. It knew. . Whether I have the right van or not, I have my fathers truck. A topper that fits. A mattress, some clothing, a poop bucket and my four legged best friend. I think tho, I have found that van. A few paychecks and I'll have what I need to buy it. I love a Chevy G20. . The best adventurers all say, Go with what you've got. You don't always need a plan. . It won't always be easy this I know, but I keep hearing a voice that says "just go, just go". . . ...I can't shake this dream of mine.