“Liu’s best guess was that his fossil trails were similarly formed: an Ediacaran was washed from its rock and, mired in loose sediment, it struggled through the muck to regain its perch.
I had come to Mistaken Point hoping to gain some understanding of why the first animals began to roam. I would have assumed the ur-trail-maker was propelled by either food, sex, or imminent danger. I hadn’t accounted for this counterintuitive but perhaps equally primal need: the desire for stability.
I thought back to my experience of being lost amid the Tuckamore, how intensely I had yearned for the comfort of a building, or even just a trail - something solid and familiar to which I could cling…
There is no sure way of knowing what the ancient Ediacarans felt, or if they even could feel. But here, written in stone, was a clue. In the end - or rather, the beginning - the first animals to summon the strength to venture forth may simply have wanted to go back home.”
- Rober Moor, “On Trails: An Exploration”












