“These are the times that try men’s souls.”
Those were the words of Thomas Paine. He wrote them December 23, 1776. He continued, “Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.”
And while Thomas Paine wrote of real and oppressive tyranny, I am today, thinking more of the self-imposed—if at times soul-trying—tyranny of modernity. Of job, and culture, and society. Of the tether of connectivity and over-sharing. And it’s true, I recently praised in vaulted terms the collective effects of the web. And I stand by those words. But nonetheless, at times it becomes necessary to disappear, to escape, and to leave behind the technological yokes that we have so gladly placed upon our shoulders. To reduce “needs” into the very basic essence of the word: Food, shelter, fresh powder.
And that is why right now I am somewhere in the Pioneer Mountains. Unconnected. Unplugged. Gone Galt.
John Galt is, as you probably know from high school English class, the iconic character in Ayn Rand’s melodramatic classic Atlas Shrugged. To Go Galt is to check out. To remove oneself from the systematic bureaucracy and to refuse participation—in Rand’s specific meaning—in State-enforced mediocrity. It is to be excellent in a world where excellence is penalized and punished. And in that sense, it is a sentiment that I wholly embrace. However, in the more rudimentary definition—dismissing oneself from society—it is a rather unhelpful means to any beneficial end. But the temptation to do so at times is irresistible, and one that we all ought to succumb to, if only temporarily. Even if it’s in the simple manifestation of a rented Yurt in the shadow of Hyndman Peak.
Frankly, I can’t think of a better way to fight the tyranny of modernity. Or, if not to fight it (it always wins anyway) then to deny, to slow, and to prove that it isn’t the necessity it thinks it is. Or that we think it is. To demonstrate that we—as a species—can thrive without the constant buzz of electronic notification. But, alas, only to a point. After all, I do have with me my GPS, SPOT, avalanche beacon, digital camera, down sleeping bag, LED headlamp, and high-tech ski gear.
I do not miss the persistent chiming of the phone, or the overbearing absurdity of Facebook. That I am not on the other end of your status update is no burden to me, and should not be to you either. No, step into the outdoors. Even in bad weather. Especially in bad weather. Let the snow swirl in a dizzying, vertigo inducing display of force and power. Feel the burn of the cold wind or the sting of winter rain. Embrace the heavy heat and the violent summer storm. Explore. Experience.
Why? “Because it’s there.”
So said Mallory, anyway.
But not only that. But because you are there. Or can be. Go. Just go.
In his essay Freedom and Wilderness, Wilderness and Freedom Ed Abbey wrote “By whatever means, in some caes by any means, escape this crazy, unbearable, absurd playpen of the senses…thrust upon us by CBS News, Time, Newsweek, the New York Times, Rolling Stone, and the Sierra Club Bulletin…”. One can only guess what Abbey might add to that list today, in our world of social networks, cable news, and the incessant game of thrones being played in the corridors of Washington D.C., New York City, and Hollywood.
In the same essay he argued that “…we cannot have freedom without wilderness, we cannot have freedom without leagues of open space beyond the cities, where boys and girls, men and women, can live at least part of their lives under no control but their own desires and abilities, free from any and all direct administration by their fellow men.”
And so we climb into the mountains, or descend into the deserts. We wander and aimlessy explore. We look around the corner or over the horizon. Because it’s there.
“Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered”.
True enough. But tyranny has underestimated the power of a yurt in the woods.
I’ll be back Thursday with pictures and stories.
dugFebruary 22, 2011
“And that is why right now I am somewhere in the Pioneer Mountains. Unconnected. Unplugged. Gone Galt.”
okay, you can’t say you’ve gone all ted kazynski on us from a cabin in the woods and unplugged from society, when the method you use to tell us that you’re unplugged and off the grid is to fire up your laptop, connect to the internet, and post to your blog about what you’re up to.
Grizzly AdamFebruary 23, 2011
How long have you been using WordPress?
dugFebruary 24, 2011
BobFebruary 22, 2011
they guy who gets paid to be on FB and Twitter and who tends to post more than anyone, close tie with Mr. moonwillow, is probably popping antabuse tablets in the Idaho back country, searching for a satellite phone
KeithFebruary 22, 2011
Dug/Bob – he pre-wrote and scheduled this broadcast prior to departure. Ain’t technology wonderful?!
UtRiderFebruary 23, 2011
Very dramatic, and a bit ironic given the content of the post itself.
dugFebruary 23, 2011
also, who the hell reads atlas shrugged in high school? i didn’t know they allowed rape fantasy sex political treatises in high school. whatever happened to catcher in the rye?
JasonFebruary 24, 2011
Had the same thought as Dug – was getting a little self conscious thinking Grand County High may have shot me out at a lower trajectory than I already suspected.
FattyFebruary 25, 2011
Hey, they’re talking about you in The Onion. http://fatcy.cl/grizzlyonion
Grizzly AdamFebruary 25, 2011
Ha! Very nice.
Grizzly AdamFebruary 25, 2011
Although in my defense, we really were off the grid. Mostly.