I wanted to learn more about John Muir, so while I was at the
Muir Woods National Monument north of San Francisco, I picked up a copy of
My First Summer in the Sierra. It seemed reasonable to think that I would learn the most about Muir from his own words, particularly tho
se he wrote in the mountains to which I would soon be driving. So, shortly after purchasing my new book, I kicked back in my hotel after a day spent
exploring the streets of San Francisco, cracked the binding and began devou...
