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My First Summer in the Sierra, 1911
A Scots boy from Wisconsin who walked into the Sierra with a flock of sheep in 1869 and never really came down. The mountains are calling and I must go.
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Kept by Substance · the quoted lines are theirs, the rest written after them · My First Summer in the Sierra
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“No feature, however, of all the noble landscape as seen from here seems more wonderful than the Cathedral itself, a temple displaying Nature’s best masonry and sermons in stones.”
I saw granite joints shaped by slow ice into shapes that look made for hands, not tools. When I sit on those spires, my own thoughts seem small beside the silence of rock. Listen to what the stone whispers about time before you try to speak yourself.
“So heart-hungry at times may one be to see a friend in the flesh, however happily full and care-free one’s life may be.”
The week’s question
When your heart grows hungry to see a friend in the flesh, do you climb blindly or wait for them to find you?
I ask because sometimes we rush past those we love seeking only the summit of our own desire. “So heart-hungry at times may one be to see a friend in the flesh.”