I can't really find an analogy for how Namibia feels. Last year, in the Kalahari desert, the terrain was massive, but the soft desert sand made the chance of finding and following tracks likely. At any moment one could cut a trail and follow it. This expedition has caused me to reflect on what might be the critical pillars of entering into a daunting wilderness. Because it's true, we all have terrain in our lives. And how do you know you're on the right path?