~the sublimity of nature~

February 18th, 2011


We made a stormy, moody drive down Hwy 1, once known (in its various sections) as Theodore Roosevelt Highway. Above is the Bixby Bridge, completed in 1932 and joining Monterey to Big Sur. Prior to its construction this 30-mile journey was made over a day or two on sketchy wagon roads over precipitous ridges.

Gratitude to Roosevelt and Naturalist John Muir for preserving so much wild landscape, including the so-called Redwood Empire. The dashing fellows are pictured below on the legendary Yosemite camping trip that inspired those preservationist efforts–dig the natty kerchief on Teddy and tree branch boutineer on Muir, who apparently camped in full suit sans tie.

One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books, so says the prodigious writer Muir. I’d say there is room in the world for the deep pleasures of both, but heartily agree that the clearest way into the Universe is through a (forest) wilderness.

The very stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly.
Below, Muir listens to the secrets of petrified wood and storm clouds chase us down the coast.



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