“You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do.”
― Carl Gustav Jung
The plane touched down uneventfully, traveling a short distance along the runway before veering right toward its usual place on the tarmac. “Welcome to Jamaica,” announced the flight attendant in a moment of optimistic levity. The sunset over a range of snow-covered mountains visible during the approach betrayed some other latitude.
I’d caught the flight home from Vancouver after my husband left the city for Banff. Meeting up with a like-minded group, it was a team gesture. I was a sort of fifth-wheel, tagging along… just in case; but I guess that’s a relative statement. Judging from the news, my husband should be heading back to the States shortly. But it was understood from the start that things weren’t going to turn out well.
Mountaineering equipment and gear manufacturing is a fiercely competitive business. And it’s also the kind of business that treads the very edges between function and image. It might seem odd to think of an ice axe or a down parka or a mountain tent as fashion items. But companies that produce better (sometimes, far better) than $100-million per year in profits aren’t doing so by appealing merely to the utilitarian needs of a few niche-market clients.
Just as with everything from shoes to cars to the things that identify our tribal affiliations, the real money is realized when people are willing to pay for an image. Of course, big corporations know this, which is why they spend so much on the endorsements of personalities with whom we can associate vicariously. Talented athletes, extraordinary musicians, spectacular personalities, skilled performers… they become human billboards, conveying an impression of proximity by association. They actually do what most merely imply by brand affiliation.
For the performers, however, this is the way in which they live. Whether a model or an athlete, or a musician or a mountaineer, these are the odd few among us somehow driven to take the really big risks in a kind of all-or-nothing approach to living that the rest of us merely imagine. Existing in such a rarefied atmosphere can make for a tight group, even across affiliations. A few become good enough, or perhaps just loud enough, to be noticed. The rest of us line up in admiration of something we can appreciate, even if only from a great distance.
This has been a strange week. My time in this reality was marked by another year, and I’ll confess that I’m beginning to feel the pages turn with startling frequency. Simultaneously, I received an extraordinary offer from someone who had noticed my attentions to one of those doers whose accomplishments have been sadly overlooked. And recent events have me questioning just what it really means to be “young”.
I’m approaching two-hundred articles in here. And yet, I’m not really a writer. This place has been little more than a sounding board for my ego… a lot of talk, not much doing. Another year goes by, and I continue to do the same things as always in the material world… more or less. And it’s not
procrastination; it’s the exact opposite. I’ve always understood the commitment of getting through that first mile and setting up a rhythm for the long run. Committing to the all-or-nothing of a long run is the issue.
Since retiring a few years back, I’ve stuck to short projects. But it’s left me with a nagging sense of complacency. Youth isn’t complacent. Regardless, I understand that aspect of my own character that refuses to turn back after such a big investment, and that can be a dangerous thing. But it can also be terribly rewarding.
Photos:
Tozan Ridge, Japan — With my dad.
Tozan Ridge, Japan — With my husband.









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