His life is mingled with motion, tent pitching, hours of horse riding, constant change, and embracing nature as it comes. Every wrinkle, I interpret, a trace of a life challenge or a story I'd like to hear.
Nothing is permanent or perfect in the natural world. He probably thinks of what comes next. Has it crossed his mind to get settled in one place? Possibly many times, but something must compel him to keep being nomadic, being fluid and go with nature.