When I first hatched the idea, what would later become the Marquette Climbers’ Co-op, I did not sleep for three days. I was too excited. My mind just would not let it go. In class, distracted, I sketched out crude schematics for a boulder wall, a small indoor climbing gym on which dedicated climbers could train. At night, I pictured a blooming urban homestead, its orchards and gardens pollinated by buzzing bees from a rooftop apiary. Nonstop, I fantasized about a collective of student climbers coming together to take on the responsibilities of sustainable homeownership. I pondered lessons from social psychology, pit theories of community against diffusion of responsibility. I thought too about how this idea might affect my future. Previously, I had planned to move west after graduation to follow through with my interest in wilderness therapy. I was frazzled and more than a little conflicted, but obviously inspired. On the fourth day I admitted defeat, resolved to act, and fell at last into an exhausted slumber.
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