In the summer of 2007 – less than three months after I started dating Joe – I took a road trip from Southwest Florida to the Oregon Coast. I was gone for a little over a month. Just me and the pug in a borrowed tent. With a loose plan, and a 1997 Honda Civic stocked with jars of peanut butter and cans of vegetable soup, the pug and I camped alone in state parks from Asheville, N.C. to Klamath Falls, Ore.
It was, to be brief, the most amazing and fantastic adventure I’ve ever taken. It’s been almost two years now and I was thinking today about how inspired, how bold and how awe-struck I was at the time. How utterly fearless.
I didn’t have a blog blog then. Instead I chronicled the trip in a series of newspaper stories that I emailed to my editor by ripping off wireless Internet connections in Holiday Inn Express parking lots.
In addition to that column, which Joe so aptly named “Heidi Go Seek” after I called him in Osceola, Arkansas to pick his brain for headline suggestions, I also wrote these rambling MySpace “blog” posts. Here are the first four – unedited, un-tweaked, grammatical errors and all: