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Oneness Awareness: The High Ultramarathon

I went to the mountains to serve as a support person for athletes who were attempting to run a 222-kilometer ultramarathon, The High, on a mountain road that crossed the world's two highest motorable passes -- Khardung La (17,615 feet) and Tanglang La (17,582 feet).

But even more engaging were the mountains and the mountain people: merchants in Leh who served tea and offered in-depth conversation, workers and residents (old and young) at the Tibetan Children's Village, shepherds who trekked from pasture to pasture with their sheep, "handiworkers" who toiled at road maintenance by hand, truck drivers and taxi drivers who traversed dangerous mountain roads, and military and government officials who frequently checked foreign passports and somehow held their part of the world together. This part of the journey was fascinating, scary, thought-provoking, tiring, bewildering -- and alluring.

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