“ Many still small voices will not be heard in the noisy rush and din, suggestive of going to the sky in a chariot of fire or a whirlwind, as one is shot to the Shasta mark in a booming palace-car cartridge; up the rocky cañon, skimming the foaming river, above the level reaches, above the dashing spray—fine exhilarating translation, yet a pity to go so fast in a blur, where so much might be seen and enjoyed. The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men. Therefore we are all, in some sense, mountaineers, and going to the mountains is going home. ”
John Muir
Summary
John Muir’s Steep Trails offers a vivid portrayal of the rugged landscapes of California’s Sierra Nevada, Oregon’s Cascade Range, and Nevada’s untamed regions, highlighting themes of wildness, conservation, and the spiritual connection to nature.
Through poetic depictions of glaciers, forests, and mountainous scenery, Muir emphasizes the renewing influence of untouched environments, promoting their protection as reflected in his appeals for the creation of national parks. The text presents nature as both a wellspring of inspiration and an essential inheritance, calling for respect for its original beauty and ecological importance.
Quotes from Steep Trails (John Muir)
“ And in the inspiring morning light all are so fresh and rosy-looking that they seem new-born; as if, like the quick-growing crimson snowplants of the California woods, they had just sprung up, hatched by the warm, brooding, motherly weather. In trying to describe the great pines and sequoias of the Sierra, I have often thought that if one of these trees could be set by itself in some city park, its grandeur might there be impressively realized; while in its home forests, where all magnitudes are great, the weary, satiated traveler sees none of them truly. ”
“ One glacier after another comes into view, and the outlines of the mountain are ever changing, though all the way around, from whatever point of view, the form is maintained of a grand, simple cone with a gently sloping base and rugged, crumbling ridges separating the glaciers and the snowfields more or less completely. The play of colors, from the first touches of the morning sun on the summit, down the snowfields and the ice and lava until the forests are aglow, is a never-ending delight, the rosy lava and the fine flushings of the snow being ineffably lovely. ”
