John Muir

Photographer: @horizon_lines_
Location: Sunset over El Capitan, Yosemite

In 1868, John Muir first laid his eyes upon the luminous valley that came to be known as Yosemite, the greatest cathedral embedded in the Range of Light, Muir’s beloved Sierra Nevada. He had arrived in Yosemite by foot, after an epic journey that began on a steamship from San Francisco bound for Oakland, a growing hub on the eastern shores of San Francisco Bay. From there he set off by foot, across the vast Central Valley through an endless sea of wildflowers, waist deep in many places, a floral sea that stretched from the sinuous fingers of San Francisco Bay to the rolling foothills that climbed into the granite steps of the Sierra Nevada. Muir had walked over 300 miles, each step taking him one step closer to the glacial valley that would forever change his life and the future of America. This epic walk was actually quite characteristic of the 30 year old. One year earlier he had embarked on a 1,000 mile walk, marking the culmination of an adventure that began in Indiana and ended on the sandy shores of Florida, a journey that lasted roughly 4 months, one guided by a simple plan, to push on in a general southward direction by the wildest, leafiest, and least trodden way I could find.”

By Charles Post