Wanderlust seems to come upon Us in waves. A clutch of Rhinos is all-well-and-good, and next thing you know, We are packing ourselves up, and heading off to New Frontiers. Whole wings of the family just sashay off together.

Scent dictates to Us; Nature sends a seductive breeze our way, and We toddle towards it. It’s how We got to North America and were so successful there. And when it was time to go back, We just reversed things. 25 Million years in a place may look like a commitment, but everything has closure, sooner or later.

Half of the good times of Pathfinding is not knowing where We are going, or what We will do when We get there. It’s called Adventure.