A toast to those who came before us: To those who heard their names whispered on the trade winds. The young sailors who took their best of intentions and struck out across the seas. To those who drew the maps. The steady hands that traced the contours of the countryside to paper for others to explore. To those that knew better than to stop where the trail ended. The names etched in homage on city streets far from where they originated.
A toast to an unquenchable thirst for finding out what's just beyond that pass: to the feeling of knowing exactly where you are despite having never seen this land before.
A toast to the riddle that drives us toward the beyond: what's next.