In my last post I shared photos from a trip to Muir Woods National Landmark. It's an incredible, ancient place with trees bigger than what feels like anything I've ever seen, though I've been near buildings just as tall. It's named for John Muir, John of the Mountains, an early naturalist and preservationist (and also an immigrant) who's passion was responsible for our National Parks. There is nothing I could write about him that hasn't already been said, but I think I've thanked his memory every day since we visited Yosemite and even more in these last couple of weeks.
Here are some of his words:
"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. "
The Yosemite, John Muir
"Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed -- chased and hunted down as long as fun or a dollar could be got out of their bark hides, branching horns, or magnificent bole backbones. Few that fell trees plant them; nor would planting avail much towards getting back anything like the noble primeval forests. .. It took more than three thousand years to make some of the trees in these Western woods -- trees that are still standing in perfect strength and beauty, waving and singing in the mighty forests of the Sierra. Through all the wonderful, eventful centuries ... God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand straining, leveling tempests and floods; but he cannot save them from fools -- only Uncle Sam can do that."
Our National Parks, John Muir
Looking on the Valley and Half Dome from Columbia Rock I said, "John Muir is a saint."
If you get the opportunity, visit a national park. Read about climate science. Get concerned. These lands are our Nation's greatest asset and we owe it to our children to have a place to play in and pray in.
Here are my photos from our trip to Yosemite, a place where every turn felt like the most incredible thing I had ever seen.