I’m in awe of the idea that 10 to 40 thousand years ago our early ancestors pushed on into the unknown across the the Bering land bridge (that used to link Siberia and Alaska) through difficult weather conditions to populate the North American continent.
Of course, they did not see it as some epic journey. They took it one day at a time, surviving, following huntable or gatherable food sources. But their way of life, to me, is one of existing amidst overwhelming uncertainty. I have no doubt that the existential concern of “What’s for dinner?” was enough to keep their minds and bodies occupied.
Still, it’s hard, from the bird’s eye perspective of the 21st century not to appreciate the force of life that fueled the journey against what I can only imagine were insurmountable odds.