![]() ![]() “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings,” Muir urges. ![]() Muir had the eye of a scientist and the wonder of an enthusiast in his observations, run-on sentences spill forth in adjectival ecstasies (“the vast forests feeding on the drenching sunbeams, every cell in a whirl of enjoyment”), nature transforms from a place into a character, and the whole tumult resolves in giddy benedictions. And because the naturalist turned activist was so prolific-many of his writings were originally published in The Atlantic-I’ve been loving Wilderness Essays, a collection of the work he produced as he explored the western United States in the late-19th and early-20th centuries. When we canceled this year’s trip ( hope to see you soon, Zion), I found some consolation in the writings of John Muir. Acadia, Glacier, Badlands, Grand Teton, Yellowstone-they’re places as humbling as they are astounding, and our goal is to visit each one, eventually. For the past several years, my family has spent our summer vacations exploring America’s national parks. ![]()
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