I’ve been asked the question “What keeps you going?” twice recently, in very different contexts. The first was after I described a hike I’d just taken in Oregon’s Siskiyou Mountains. The narrow, rocky trail picked its way across a steep mountainside. It was hot, the footing was tricky and I’m 73 years old with a gimpy knee. Exhilarating but hard. The second time was after I mentioned a political demonstration I’d just attended – one of many. Pep…