Anthony Pavkovich photo, used with permission. When I’m not working behind The Blue Door , one of my in-town escapes is being a deejay with a radio show up at the college campus. I was on my way to KGLT studios last week when a young man called out, apparently recognizing me from my photograph here.

“Are you the guy who wrote the article in Mountain Journal?” he asked.

I wondered where he would be headed with the question.

I turned and smiled. “Yes, I am.”

“Can I talk to you about it?”

The piece he was referencing, written in the aftermath of a tragedy in the mountains involving two well-known American climbers, brought a flood of comments to Mountain Journal via telephone calls and email from around the world.

For many, it somehow touched a tender nerve not only among wide-ranging members of the climbing community but among outdoor-oriented young people and their parents.

The fit, slender, bright, tall, wide-eyed man—how’s that for adjectives—was Dave Laufenberg, who's getting a graduate degree in ecology at Montana State University focused on forested mountain environments. He cracked me wide open with his thoughts on how the column’s content fit his experience in the mountains and how it reflected, in some ways, his own evolving thinking.

Dave, in case you don’t know, recently joined two other trail runners on an epic transverse of the mountains. They ran from Bozeman to Red Lodge, Montana on foot, in a crossing that covered seven days, 236 miles and 42,000 vertical feet. Their route (see below) took them into the rugged heart of the Gallatins, across the Yellowstone River, through Yellowstone National Park into the northern extensions of the Beartooths and Absarokas.

Dave’s companions were Anthony Pavkovich and Zach Altman, the latter describing their harrier outing like this in writing: “[We] were embarking on this journey to celebrate the wonderful public lands in our backyard. By showcasing the scale and beauty of the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem, we hoped to help ensure its continued existence.”

The route that Dave Laufenberg, Anthony Pavkovich and Zach Altman took in trail running 236 miles from Bozeman, Montana to Red Lodge. Map courtesy CommonGroundMT

Framing the context for their trail run, they invoked this quote from Edward Abbey: “Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul” and featured it in a sweet short film they made titled “ Traversing The Greater Yellowstone In Search of Common Ground.

I gave Dave my email. A short while later he reached out: “Some of life’s best medicine is found in the mountains, but ultimately, we need to cultivate sustainability in our daily experience,” he said.

Indeed, thoughts about sustainability invite reflection on what the amorphous word sustainability means not only in terms of having access to public lands but on a planet where the human population is swelling from the 7 billion human souls today to the 10 billion by the middle of this century. People in Greater Yellowstone live far removed from the direst consequences of human population growth and destroyed natural environments.

But wildlife is keenly aware of the rise in human numbers that is happening here, steady and incremental.

Sustaining one’s soul as a human being in a way that results in inspiration and action is obviously good. Sustaining the places that feed the soul is another part of it A relevant inter-related question is what happens when the places that sustain the collective soul are not just used, but “used up”?

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Dave’s sentiments in pondering such questions echo what my friend, the Bozeman mountaineer Conrad Anker, expressed in his last radio interview with me when he said ego has no place in the mountains, rather it is a question of humility for our planet and our place in it. Is this not the paradox that matures the more seasoned one becomes?

I think we can also ask: Is “place” all—and only—about me or is it about something bigger?

We love our mountains and the adventurous spirit each of us brings, yet we are also bound to our task as conscious, conscientious citizens to apply our individual capacity to serve our community, wherever you find it. No person is an island.

For those of us in the region where I live, it could be Bozeman or Jackson, Island Park or Lander, the larger Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem, or our dear planet, Gaia. There is actually a dynamic tension that exists between using a place and using it up. Even the ethic of Leave No Trace has limitations when it's a sheer numbers game.

Is there not a better example for meditation than the trash and human excrement that has reportedly accumulated at the highest base camp set beneath Mount Everest, the tallest summit in the world? There, in the scramble to reach it and in the service of countless human egos, we have left behind a mess that is not worthy of being called veneration or respect for place. I’ve never been there but I’ve seen the photographs.

Conrad has been there, several times. He has gone to the great mountain and he’s come down from it a more committed conservationist, believing we need to treat landscape not only with more reverence but humility. His perspective has been forged by profound individual skill galvanized by the arc of time.

It seems to me that humility is at the crux of our risk taking, be it on the mountain slopes or at home in our community. Another way of phrasing this is that it’s a little like the rub between using a place and using it up—this interconnectivity between self and others that must be nurtured.

If not, the unyielding demands of one’s personal ego can, if unexamined on a mass collective scale, lay waste to what is precious to us all: an abundant natural world, the very one that feeds our soul.

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Carl Jung wrote about how our personal experience of life might be better appreciated and understood if we foster our innate capacity to look inward before we engage outward.

This inner vision, disciplined and groomed over a lifetime, reveals that our personal (persona) perspective is as much the cause of our suffering as it is the path leading toward a more comprehensive perspective—one that puts life in a broader universal perspective and which Jung called archetypal.

One of Jung’s incisive ideas was that “maturity is the capacity to bear the tension of life’s irreconcilable paradoxes.”

I use this adage in my private practice to encourage individuals to stretch into both a broader compassionate perspective towards self and others (landscape too is an “other”) as a way to release self-punishing judgements. Sometimes those judgments rob us of our capacity to hear our quiet yet persistent inner voice calling us to heed our own unique character.

The seemingly irreconcilable paradoxes of life jump out in front of our faces at unexpected times. They can reveal themselves in painful ways, like with the tragedy of the young couple I mentioned in my last column. This paradoxical force struck me the other day in an unsummoned yet natural way.

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It happened as I left Reid Hall on the campus of MSU in Bozeman. The stairways and walkways on campus were jammed with students moving between classes. Walking toward the student union building, seeing the bare trees recently stripped of their autumn leaves, I experienced a visual flashback to my own college campus in Iowa, the University of Dubuque, in 1966.

Yes, young readers, that face in the column mug shot was once that of a young man, as irreverent toward elders as you.

My flashback arrived as more of a shudder than a clear memory but what came to mind was the naïveté and enthusiasm running through my veins as a college freshman. You may not be, but I was.

Photo by Todd Wilkinson In the 1960s, it was a different world then for young college-aged men in America. If you weren’t enrolled in college, the government had a plan waiting for you: a free airline ticket to southeast Asia. If you survived that plan, fighting against people you had no direct quarrel with and in a country you knew little about, you would come home changed, but not necessarily transformed for the better.

On that journey, there was a high probability, in fact, that you might die or that your spirit would be crippled. Today that faraway country is a destination for young Americans like you seeking to “discover themselves”.

You carry in your hands a gadget that offers more information than what you will ever need to know. But what it does not possess is the benefit of time.

When I was in college our campus computer lab spit out thousands of Fortran cards and we carried selective service draft cards. Those were strong reminders of what a privilege it is to be a student. Today I carry more digital firepower in my iPhone 7 than that basement size reel clicking and spinning behemoth 50 years ago.

Under the compressed pressure of our burgeoning digital reality, there are times when we can forget our sense of place and time, losing perspective and swirling us down into dark hidden inner places of loneliness where we convince ourselves there is no escape. As I noted in my column last week, know that you are not alone.

One way of escape is sharing our stories.

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I was touched when Dave Laufenberg reached out, for he knew I was speaking in my column to the pain we all feel in believing we are not somehow good enough. Yet each of us is capable of doing extraordinary authentic human things that do not requiring us being someone else. He is trying to do it.

For Dave and friends, the soreness of their trail runners’ feet and cramped muscles experienced on their remarkable amble were bearable in large part since their run was not about ego but about a purpose. They suffered to make a point, not to conquer a peak. I look forward to see where they take this, how they harness their experience into a platform that inspires others and summons personal reflection.

Perhaps what struck me the most about the synchronicity of my meeting Dave’s acquaintance was that it seemed absolutely natural. As unpredictable as mountain weather, but there we stood, one with another in a moment engaged in a common language spanning our forty years of age difference. And yet the path leading toward our meeting began here.

Here we gather together, in this moment. What’s the power of Mountain Journal. This is it.

I may or may not see Dave Laufenberg again but the impact of our shared ethos, finding common ground in our respective desire to take action to safeguard our wild lands and protect wildlife, sustains me. It feels like a home where I want to be.

Dave’s friend, Zach, finished his reflection by noting, “I define home to be the places you can reach on foot from your front door. After seven days, 236 miles, and 42,000 vertical feet on very little sleep, my home had gotten bigger.”

That’s how we abide the vicissitudes of life’s irreconcilable paradoxes, by having a sense of home—a place we can always come back to no matter what.

However you might define home it comes down for me to feeling loved and believing in a place that inspires community spirit and action. If that love of place and other people is not our home, then we have an upslope scramble across an endless scree field, doable, but sketchy, ultimately unreachable and lonesome.

As the publisher of Mojo told me, he hopes this will be a place where paths cross, and where readers never forget how or why we got here.