Wilderness Wednesdays 1

By | September 18, 2013

John Muir was the founder of the Sierra Club. He died on Christmas Eve in 1914. He’d lobbied the government for what became Yosemite National Park. Thus, many call him the “father of the national parks.” When they made those statehood quarters awhile back, California’s featured John Muir. As such, and having been entertained lately by one of his books, I will present a short quote as often as I can to get his writing out to the very people he’d most like to reach, at least in my imagination of him.

muir stamp“I like to watch the squirrels. There are two species here, the large California gray, and the Douglas. The latter is the brightest of all the squirrels I have ever seen, a hot spark of life, making every tree tingle with his prickly toes, a condensed nugget of fresh mountain vigor and valor… He seems to think the mountains belong to him, and at first tried to drive away the whole flock of sheep, as well as the shepherd and dogs. How he scolds, and what faces he makes, all eyes, teeth, and whiskers! If not so comically small, he would indeed be a dreadful fellow. I should like to know more about his bringing up, his life in the home knot-hole.”

p. 68–69, My First Summer In The Sierra, John Muir.

 

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