Tea with John Muir

Posted by julie on Sunday, 4 October 2009, 0:29

Before tonight, I never knew how to answer the question that comes up in some games and quizzes: “With which historical figure would you most like to have a conversation?” But, after a phone call with my Dad and an e-mail from my Mom, in which they independently extolled the wonders of Ken Burns’s National Parks series on PBS (which you can watch online until October 9), I was sufficiently intrigued to make the show my companion as I cooked some potato-leek soup and prepped tomorrow morning’s breakfast, a puffed sliced apple dish (sounds good, doesn’t it? We’ll see how it goes.).

Not surprisingly, the National Parks footage is beautiful. How could it not be, with the “crown jewel” nature of the places that we Americans own together? Old photographs fill in some historical information in the 12-hour documentary, and a number of eloquent historians, authors, and park rangers share their thoughts and experiences.

I’ve only watched half of the first episode, The Scripture of Nature. I found myself near tears on a number of occasions. While I was, actually, chopping onions, it was, instead, the film’s declaration of ideas that stirred me–of public ownership of this country’s most jaw-dropping places, places that more than one urban easterner in the 1880s just stood before, speechless, before writing of his religious experience there; of the contentious decision, later, to include in our National Park system those battlegrounds where blood was shed as this nation struggled.

John Muir, when he started working in the Yosemite Valley, built a cabin near the foot of Yosemite Falls with the floor’s flagstones just far enough apart that ferns could still grow. The moment I heard that, I knew how to answer that niggling question about with which historical person I’d like to chat. While I wouldn’t know what to ask John Muir, how to open a conversation, I would like to listen to his ideas, just hear him speak about the Sierra.

Of course, as we drank tea from the thermos, Mr. Muir would eat only crusts of bread as I lavished clotted cream on my scones. And he would still hike 50 miles in two days. That man was truly fueled by sequoias and granite.

2 Responses to “Tea with John Muir”

  1. Melynda says:

    I’ve been a big John Muir fan for a long time, thanks in part to camping trips in Yosemite as a kid. Several summers in a row we’d see a one man John Muir show. It took place the night before it was decided to dam Hetch Hetchy (a valley near Yosemite that was its equal in terms of granite cliffs, waterfalls and a meandering river cutting its middle). In the show, John Muir was awaiting the decision and reminiscing about his hikes in the Sierras. Of course, Hetch Hetchy is under water now.

    The Sierras are a magical place and once of my favorite spots on earth. Even in majestic Montana, I miss those mountains. I think we can thank Muir for a lot of the wild land still dominating that range.

    Please, please, please invite me too if you have tea with him!

  2. Melynda says:

    Oh yeah, I’d love to hear more about that puffed apple breakfast. We have a lot of apples around here looking for homes in a delicious concoction.