In Derebucak, the point isn't to make a plan but to let one find you. Head toward the pine forest and you'll notice the air turning cool, your head clearing the moment your phone loses signal. A lakeshore, cave-cool air, the smell of pine — the evening's plan hadn't crossed your mind that morning. At the foot of the Toros, there's no rush, and nobody minds if you're not either. Roll the dice; finding a direction in this quiet isn't bad.