There has been a deep peace, vast calm and fury, strange comradeships and intimacies, and many times my life and all my possessions have tottered on the far side of the balance, but as yet, from each such encounter I have in the end come away, unharmed, and even toughened.

Backpacking and philosophizing in the Grand Canyon. Forced from my warm down sleeping bag by a bathroom call, I was initially disappointed that the earlier starry sky had been replaced by a cloud bank; but now I stand still and just enjoy the rare perfect silence. Maybe when I peered into the canyon fo.

Spruce Run and the Sunshine Sister.

Wanderings in the Sierra Nevada mountains. The Range of Light filled John Muir with child-like wonder, joy and awe. Do the mountains still inspire today? For going to the mountains is like going home. I had to go there, if only for two weeks. One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routin.

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