This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an over fed, long haired, leaping gnome, should be the star of a Hollywood movie.
Galen Clark was the best mountaineer I ever met, and one of the kindest and most amiable of all my mountain friends.
No words will ever describe the exquisite beauty and charm of this mountain park – Nature’s landscape garden at once tenderly beautiful and sublime. No wonder it draws nature-lovers from all over the world.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.
I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
I'm 31 years old and can't complain about the money I make and the smiles I can create on people's faces.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
Animals are born and bred in litters. Solitude grows blessed and peaceful only in old age.