I am a path-finder, a way-finder. No matter where we are, in Holland or in the mountains in a far away place: I always know the way back. Back home, or the way back to our campervan, which is home too. I do not know why I can do this – it is typically human to ask a thing like that. I just do it. It comes natural to me.
This skill is not always needed, because sometimes the paths are so obvious that even M can find them:
But sometimes we walk in the woods or the mountains or along the coast somewhere and the paths are pretty hard to find. Sometimes there are no proper paths, only tracks made by wild animals. I find these easily, too. I lead M along the way, so we will go safely back to wherever our home is.
M and I, we walk a lot. Sometimes P comes with us, but mostly M and I walk together. We go to the beach and the dunes and the forest. We walk, stroll, trot and hike. I like to run a bit too, waiting now and then for M to catch up with me.
We live in a city, but happily we have nature close by. Although it is humanized nature, if you know what I mean: not the mountains and huge woods and empty coasts we visit when we travel, but nature that is designed by humans. With broad paths and roads.
But happily, when you know where to look, there are also little paths and secret places to find. One has to be very attentive to get to know them. Sometimes they do not look like a path at all, until you round a specific bush or tree and then it stretches out before you: a small and winding path, all the way through the dunes or the forest.
Those are the paths that we like best. It feels like they are our paths, known only to us, to explore and have Adventures along the way. Trotting along paths like this make me truly happy.