“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”
― John Muir, The Mountains of California
posted on the outhouse wall:
“God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.”
“Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”
Just before the last light of day, we met Steve and Gabriel. They had started in Auburn 10 days earlier, and were walking to Reno. Gabriel was carrying all their food and Steve said they typically just walked into the night until Gabriel was tired, and then plopped down in the trail to sleep. When Gabriel started getting ansy, they would continue on.
“When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.”