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PEOPLE<br />
RUN AMOK<br />
BY<br />
DOUG<br />
MAYER<br />
Posers’ Delight<br />
Lessons learned from<br />
a trail-running shooter<br />
Dan tells me, “You’re missing a leg.”<br />
“I’m missing a leg?”<br />
“Yeah. Here, look. See? You’re an amputee. Try it again.”<br />
I am with the mountain-sport photographers Dan and<br />
Janine Patitucci, and I am flunking trail-running photo school.<br />
Badly. We are in Switzerland’s Jungfrau region, where there’s<br />
something like 500 miles of the best flowy singletrack in the<br />
world, and I am stuck in a 100-yard recursive trail-running<br />
loop. Working with Dan and Janine is like being in prison with<br />
two of the nicest people you could possibly imagine. I am in the<br />
photo equivalent of Groundhog Day.<br />
I make another pass on our alpine runway. I hear the shutter<br />
on Dan’s Sony a7rII whirring. I stop, and Dan stares intently at<br />
the camera’s screen, flying through something like 30 images<br />
in 10 seconds.<br />
“I don’t have it,” Dan says. “We need it.”<br />
Dan, I realize, is one part tweaker, one part Kilian Jornet,<br />
one part Dalai Lama. He has a heart of gold, and he is fully<br />
capable of accidentally grinding fellow runners into the dirt.<br />
But if he doesn’t get the shot he craves, he mopes.<br />
I am not helping. I move through the mountains like a worn<br />
Sherman tank, every inch of ground hard-fought. There’s<br />
someone nimble inside, but he hardly ever appears. Most of<br />
my surfaces have battle scars.<br />
Yet the power of imagery is such that it’s all worth the effort.<br />
Single images have changed people’s lives, mine included.<br />
Years ago, I saw a photo of a climber in British Columbia’s<br />
Bugaboos. He was happily dangling his feet off a ledge, the<br />
forest incomprehensibly far below. “One way or another,” I told<br />
myself, “I am going to do that.” A climbing and mountaineering<br />
life ensued, with celebrations atop remote peaks, funerals so<br />
soul-crushing my eyes still mist at the memories and many<br />
deeply fulfilling experiences between those poles.<br />
In my life’s slideshow, Dan and Janine’s trail-running<br />
images have supplanted the one of that climber. They have<br />
been everywhere I looked, from the Patagonia catalog to Rock<br />
and Ice to this magazine. So, when I needed photographs of<br />
trail running in the Alps for an idea that would become an<br />
improbable career, I hopped a train to their corner of the<br />
Alps, Switzerland’s ridiculously dramatic Jungfrau region.<br />
We talked for a few hours at their local pub, but not once<br />
about work. I caught the last train home feeling like a transfer<br />
in grade school who had found his new best friends.<br />
Everyone knows them, and everybody loves them. Just<br />
mentioning Dan and Janine creates an unspoken bond. In<br />
Colorado, a bartender once overheard my conversation and<br />
blocked me as I headed for the door, pleading, “Tell Dan and<br />
Janine Kathy from Silverton says hi.” One of these days, when<br />
I need a place to crash for the night, I’m going to head for the<br />
nearest brewery in the nearest mountain town and yell, “Dan<br />
Dan, I realize, is one part tweaker,<br />
one part Kilian Jornet, one part<br />
Dalai Lama.<br />
and Janine said I might be able to crash with one of you guys.”<br />
The door will open to someone’s spare bedroom.<br />
The last few summers, I have been training new trailrunning<br />
guides, who will lead running trips on which,<br />
of course, many clients will take photos. I try to convey<br />
what I learned from Dan and Janine: technical tips, bodymovement<br />
insights, advice on clothing choices. But<br />
something’s always been missing.<br />
Last fall, I realized what it was. We were trail running<br />
the Tour du Mont-Blanc, and found ourselves high on the<br />
col between Switzerland and Italy long after the season’s<br />
tourists had come and gone. The day was winding down.<br />
Hungry, we coasted through tilted pastures towards dinner<br />
in the Swiss border village of Ferret. Rounding a corner,<br />
we intruded on a scene that has played out in that spot for<br />
centuries—a shepherd, her flock, dog at her side. Dan was<br />
first through, and he captured a scene both beautiful and<br />
timeless. We were there, I realized, for the simple reason<br />
that he and Janine get out. A lot. They are there when<br />
beautiful things happen. Over and over, day after day, over<br />
the course of years. The important thing, as Kilian Jornet<br />
says, is to keep moving. Dan and Janine do.<br />
These days, I still lumber along. I wear clothing that’s<br />
not quite colorful enough, and I can barely remember the<br />
photographer’s rule of thirds. But I always think of their<br />
example: Get up early, grab your shoes, run through town<br />
and head into the hills while others are reaching for their<br />
first cup of coffee. Be the one who’s there.<br />
Doug Mayer is not sure if he lives in Chamonix, France, or<br />
Randolph, New Hampshire. But he thinks he might be a<br />
trail-running model in a future life.<br />
JOE KLEMENTOVICH<br />
12 SEPTEMBER <strong>2017</strong> TRAILRUNNERMAG.COM