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Diary - December 30, 2010 A song in the night

Galaverna on pine loricati - photo by Indio; below: 1. small fir trees along the banks of the final section of F. Iannace 2. Iannace snow plan: to note the gleam of the grains in the sun, 3. loricato monument on the ridge north of St. Ciavole of 4. view from the top of the ridge 5. overview 6. the author (timer)

Night Fosso Iannace, ridge north of the Serra Ciavole

End of the year: The last week of December has given us three days of good weather. Forecasts put the sun to 30. With a friend had planned a trip to the summit of Monte Pollino for that day, but the friend hath been withdrawn at the last minute.

however I did not want to lose the opportunity to hike in the snow with good weather, so I decided on a solo, but by changing the destination. The goal was to reach the top of the Serra Ciavole the north ridge, but with tight deadlines that I had available I was able to get only the top of the ridge north. The excursions with snow are no joke and require twice as much time and effort of a normal summer excursion. I brought with me all the necessary equipment to deal with snow and ice, gaiters, crampons with heel crampons, snowshoes. Although very challenging, winter walks will provide an experience unique: the scenarios offered by the Pollino winter are really impressive. Fatigue is so richly rewarded. I left two hours before dawn and go up the path Fosso Iannace in complete darkness. The icing of the river shining in the light of my headlamp.

To boot I put the heel crampons, economic and useful to avoid slipping. One of the bridges of the river is submerged in ice. The air is cold and feels in your lungs. The firs Fosso Iannace seem only of shadows and silhouetted against the sky just lit by the moon, aligned the center of the throat. As you proceed on the path to clear the forest begins slowly with the rising of the sun. Reach the last bridge and light the lamp no longer needed. I plan to start Iannace. Encounter along the path of footprints. Sebbenes not distinguish perfectly into the powdery snow, looking good seem right features prints of the wolf. A Plan Iannace observe the summit of Mount Pollino, enveloped by the first rays of the sun. The sun rises suddenly from Serra di Crispo has seen an extraordinary spectacle: The grains of ice gleam of light and it appears that the plateau is dotted with diamonds. Here I'm wearing snowshoes because the snow is high and dry. I have some desire and I do the supply source is located below the road, just entered the woods. The water is cold and I have to drink in small sips. The best thing to do with it once so hard to bring a thermos full of nice hot tea, so you avoid the risk of colds and bronchitis.

Even my car is suffering from the cold. Note that the shutter is slow and the computer gives an error signal. Then I put the machine to the closing in my neck fleece jacket to keep her warm: classic picture below freezing system. Proceed in the steep slope leading to the floor of Toscano. The beech trees near the Serra Crispo are still covered with snow. Toscano plan is set in a magical, as always when the landscape is shaped by high mountain snow. The silence seems to dominate the vast wilderness of the Plans of pollen and besides me there seems to be no other. At the Great Gate Galaverna loricati still stands on the pines and the wind off the ice chunks that fall to the ground. I take off my jacket, because in addition to be no breeze, the sun is high and begins to heat the air, so I went toward the north ridge of the Serra Ciavole. I take off my snowshoes, because the ground becomes more rocky and replace the heel crampons (which will prove very useful, despite their cost) genuine crampons are now useless, because the snow is so dry as to prevent the formation of glass.

I expect a nice and easy climbing on the ridge north, populated by typical specimens of pine loricato, clinging to the rock. As I climb, a raven, perhaps intrigued by my presence, hovers above me croaking. Yeah, I'm really alone, but the discomfort disappears before the spectacle of the snowy peaks. I would stay here until the sunset and maybe even for the next few days if I could. Arriving at the top of the ridge and stand behind a rock for the "lunch": dried figs, cake and water, standing, as always. It 's almost one and even if I wish, I can not go to the top because I did not remain many hours of daylight. So I decide to go down to the floors, somewhere between monumental loricati of the north-west. I put my shoe and boot quiet on the way back. Serra di Crispo see on the figure far of a hiker, the only human being met in this day of solitude ...

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A poem by Giorgos Seferis in 2011

Ancora un poco / e scorgeremo i Mandorli fiorire / brillare i marmi al sole / fluttuare e il mare / / ancora un poco, / solleviamoci ancora un po 'più su

Only a few still / and we will see the blooming almonds the marble shining in the sun / sway and the sea / / just a few things still, / let us by a little higher up.

Encore un peu / et nous les verrons Amandiers Fleurir / les Marbres briller au soleil / la mer, les vagues here déferlent / / encore un peu, / élevons-nous un peu plus haut.

A little farther / we will see the blossoming almond trees / the marble gleaming in the sun / the sea waves breaking into / / a little farther, / let us laugh a little higher.

Giorgos Seferis

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registration of ways - by Indio

"For eighty million years birds across the heavens, beyond the mountains, flying over land and sea. Every spring they cover huge distances to reach the places in which to nest. And in the autumn flies back to back along the same routes. The story of migratory birds is the story of a promise, the promise of return. Billions of birds of different species each year, moving with the seasons: endless journeys, from continent to continent, from north to south, full of danger with a single purpose: to continue the cycle of life.

An endless flight, a flight of hope "from the movie

The Winged Migration, directed by Jacques Perrin (2002)

's almost ten o'clock at night and the wind finally calmed down a bit 'after the stormy day today. My sister leaves for a moment and tells me that they feel strange noises ... I go out now. By listening carefully, you hear a strange croaking, echoing around. It would seem strange birds that are roosting in the trees, somewhere ... Back at home and take the phone to memorize those lines, I go out again and took me to the center of the garden. I do not stop to look to the sky, because that's where the chorus of voices seems to come. Maybe I already know what it is ...

Clouds run quickly pushed by the wind, under the canopy of clear, geometric constellations. The song comes and goes, resonates in many directions, this gets more subdued now closer ...

look in the direction of the moon.

And here at last ... I suddenly to discover the moon is covered with a cloud and right there is a line nebula arrow-shaped, stands out in temporary space with light. It 'a vision of sublime beauty that is consumed in the immediacy of a moment. I can only photograph the scene with my eyes and store it in mind ...

The origin of that song has materialized in the perfect and symmetrical array of birds flying over me, in this part of the sky. They are the cranes, and has long, since I was a child, that I happened to witness this spectacle. Even in the darkness, I can still distinguish the formation in its passage between the whiteness of the clouds.
Rather than a straight line across the sky, flying over the village and out ... seem to want to explore the surrounding air in the valley. The choir that I had the good fortune to hear sounds to me as unusual, and seems to come from distant worlds.

E then over time the song fades into the darkness, leading the host of winged travelers to other skies and other lands ...

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"Desert Solitaire" by Edward Abbey

Edward Abbey - below: the first edition of "Desert Solitaire" a glimpse of the "Arches" Abbey while doing the shooting, near the dam Glen Canyon Dam, Brice Canyon.

"No, wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of it, of what has been preserved over time, things that were originally deliberately separates himself from his roots and betrays the very principle on which it is based "

"If we can learn to love the space with the same intensity with which we are obsessed with time, we discover a new meaning of the phrase 'to live as men,'"

(Edward Abbey)

Desert solitaire. A season in the wilderness 1969, published in Italy by Franco Muzzio Editore, is a book by Edward Abbey, American author and environmentalist known for The monkey wrench gang, cult novel that became a manifesto of the American counterculture 70s, and which preceded and inspired the direct action of environmental organizations like Earth First. Abbey can be considered one of the last great wilderness American visionaries of the twentieth century (along with names like Leopold, Douglas Olson, etc...) A key pillar, therefore, of the Wilderness Movement. The book is based on the experience that the Abbey did in the sixties as rangers, living for months in a trailer in the area of \u200b\u200bArches National Monument, which unfortunately is a wonderful area just then preparing to face the invasion of "industrial tourism on a large scale." Abbey's book is a hymn to the dignity of the desert and its wild place that deserves to be preserved in its integrity against the encroachment of consumer civilization. Desert solitaire is both a journal of exploration and adventure experiences solitary in nature, a story about the life of cowboys and Indians, an essay by radical environmentalism and a reflection on the relationship between industrial society and wilderness.

Abbey Already on the front page immediately communicate his passion for " the desert plain of rocks" ... that he itself as "the most beautiful place on earth" . Abbey shows an aspect that occurs in many other American naturalists and explorers, to bind to a particular place rather than wild nature in general. Thus, as the place John Muir favorite was ideally the Yosemite Valley, with Abbey instead enter in the majestic scenery and desolate canyons and stone arches. "Every man, every woman, carries within itself the image of an ideal place, the right one, his true home, known or unknown, real or imaginary (...) As for me I choose Moab, Utah. I do not mean the city itself, of course, but the surrounding territory - the land of the canyon. The rocky desert plain. The red dust and the burnt cliffs and the lonely sky, all that lies beyond the end of the road. " The propensity that this place inspired by Abbey is to dive total in the primordial nature of the desert, a direct contact and lived in solitude, sought not only to escape from the hustle and bustle of urban civilization, " but also to confront, immediately and directly if it is possible, with the primary elements of existence with the primordial and fundamental, with the solid base that sustains us "... with a stripped nature of human categorization that "I am bare the mix with a world that is not human and yet, somehow, survives untouched, detached, separated." A world that not everyone can understand and therefore seek to reduce and "tame" in size and human categories: perhaps because, as suggested by Abbey, this world "not to scare its dangers and its hostility, but for something much worse, for its relentless indifference" . The territory of the Arches for Abbey refers to the awareness of the "wonderful", actual size, tangible, so different from the spaces in which man usually lives but easily within reach, if you can understand . "A natural object strange, beautiful and fantastic as Delicate Arch has the curious ability to remind us - the same happens with the rock, the sun, wind and wild landscapes - that there There is a different world, far older, bigger and deeper than that in which we live (...) for a while 'we are again able to see, as the child sees a world of wonders. " ;

For Abbey is the real Paradise on earth, "if only we had eyes to see" ... and is the only paradise that we need.

The wild world, in its vastness, resize the human need to live in society and even lead to moments of solitude suffering ( "There are times when you feel alone. How can I deny it?" ), in the wilderness seem to loosen the ties that bind us to the civilized world, the loneliness becomes the privileged way to "recover if same ": " but in the midst of such an extension could not think of Albuquerque. All human things are mixed with the sky and disappeared over the mountains and I felt like I still feel - that a man can never find, nor need, a company better than himself. " Abbey adds that " best of solitude, the only thing better than solitude, is society" . Abbey reflects on the relationship between nature and society, not by rejecting the company itself, because society does not identify only with the noise of the city and with all the limitations and charges incurred by individuals, but also with "coexistence human in general. I mean the company of a friend or more friends or a loving woman. " For Abbey also the same feeling of love for the wild is no stranger to the "civilization": "how could I be against civilization if all that I defend and revere as myself - including the love for nature at its primitive - is included in that term? " The question not arise against humanity, TECHNOLOGY and science in itself, but against "mania man considered the center of the universe, anthropocentrism, the opinion that the world exists solely for his benefit, not I had nothing against science, applied science, but against evil. " Abbey a step in civilization contrasted against Culture, meaning the term civilization in a positive, " Civilization is the life force of human history, culture quell'inerte mass of institutions and organizations that accumulates around the life tends to progress and overcome it ... " . It can be said in essence that the Civilization by Abbey, encompasses every thrust and libertarian critique of the individual aa tense stand and assert his case against the "power".
Man lives in society, therefore, man is a gregarious animal, "but we can not accept, for Abbey, that he always needs to live at close quarters with others to feel safe . Otherwise, men should be treated in the ungulates, a "flock of sheep." And if you can not accept this, to live authentically as humans is therefore necessary that there are wild places. That's so that nature becomes a necessity essential for man ... "vital to our lives as water and good bread" . For Abbey we need wild places we will not go though never in contact with them. But the important thing is that this possibility is guaranteed for all.

"We need a refuge even if we do not serve ever. E 'possible, for example, that during my life I never go to Alaska, but I'm grateful it's there. We need the possibility of escape as surely we can not help but hope .... " Abbey arrives also envisage the "policy" that the wilderness could one day hold, in case you need to escape from oppressive and authoritarian regimes: a thesis quite a few 'imaginative but ultimately has some truth ... Just think, as Abbey says, referring to Vietnam and Cuba, the guerrilla armies that "in the wilderness had their logistics base for resistance to centralized power."
The wilderness becomes a space-limit, , "other," alien to the categorization of civilization and for the same reason the place of freedom for the individual who wants to find the contact with the primordial elements of the world in which they live. Abbey is an anarchic, rebellious spirit, and seems to include the destruction and taming of the wilderness as one of the many manifestations of the totalitarian power of the modern "industrial civilization." In fact, this book is a bit of Abbey 'as the swan song of a' wild area that is about to disappear. E 'Abbey himself to say in the introduction: "Most of the things I speak in this book have already disappeared or are disappearing fast. This is not a travel guide, but an elegy. A commemoration. You hold a tombstone. " points mentioned by Abbey in Desert solitary began to suffer the invasion of mass tourism and industrialization. Arches will be constructed within the territory of parking lots and roads to promote mass tourism, while the Colorado River will be impeded by the huge dam in Glen Canyon. A chapter of the book (Down to the river ) is dedicated to the story of his trek by canoe made by Abbey along with his friend, along the course of the wonders of Colorado. "The world of the canyon becomes more beautiful every hour, as we approach the end. We believe we have forgotten, but we can not forget - the consciousness houses such as strontium in the bone of our bones - that the Glen Canyon was given the death sentence. "

In the chapter "A controversy," Abbey will review the management of nature parks nazonali period. He points out how the policies of the parks are targeted to commodify the wilderness, opening them up to what he calls "industrial-scale tourism." Mass tourism involves the construction of paved roads with car parks, ticket offices and equipped paths: all the things that demean, insult and spoil the beauty of the monumental Arches. And the money to build roads, says Abbey, always jumps out, and maybe there is no place for staff to ensure the protection and information services in the park. Abbey is not a fundamentalist and as an alternative a different type of tourism that does not compromise the environmental integrity of the wilderness. In the book, Abbey made concrete proposals, argued that in some places: "1. No more cars in national parks. That people walk. Or go on horseback, bicycle, mule, wild boar - anything as long as leave-out cars and motorcycles and other motor vehicle (...) 2. No new road in national parks (...) Where there are already those roads will be reserved for bicycles and the means needed to carry out essential services within the parks, such as the shuttle ... (...) 3. Putting the rangers (...) people will need guides. There will always be a minority adventurous eager to proceed alone, and no one should put obstacles in its path that everyone assumino their own risks, for the love of God, you lose, you Buschini some sunshine, who wander astray, to drown, to be eaten by bears, buried alive under avalanches, have all rights and privileges of every American free. But others, most, most of these new outdoor activities, will need and require assistance, along with appropriate education and guidance (...) In addition to this type of practical help the rangers will also be a bit 'naturalist, to build up the group that is entrusted with the human and natural history of area in detail and outline. The warnings and proposals for Abbey current sound terribly still, forty years later, because the issues he raised in this book are missing in national parks, Italy and the world. For all his foresight, love and passion for the wilderness, his indomitable spirit and libertarian anarchist, but his irony and sympathy, Abbey reminds us that to live authentically by "men" we can not take to heart the cry for help of nature resonates everywhere today (for those who can hear) last pristine areas of the planet ...

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Maurizio Marotta: A fragment from the Sultan CHEELI 'Shadow

The following page should have been presented by Maurizio Marotta in the course of the opening of the Editions of the Shadow in Pistoia, December 12 last year. Too much discretion and not an oversight allowed the reading. It is published here for common understanding with the author and with his permission.
June 10, 1998 Get
lying on the grass, his face toward the sky. Look
movement there in the universe. If your having a great time the clouds carried by the wind toward the landing of the highest mountains or in the open heart of a valley-de-sac. See how the plants themselves are affected by his gentle hand, how many leaves and pine needles falling off pouring on the ground, such as wheels, which surprised falling headlong.
And all the birds that there is no air and color.
then lean on his stomach. Keep your eyes stuck to the ground and look how huge that is small at times. He runs a beetle to a blade of grass and crushed. A black ant drag a piece of paper over her here somehow. Right this way a frothy slug above a bud just checked and here is a caterpillar is closed in her shyness and her fear curled in the shade of a stone, there as a shell without the water, dangling a fly cocooned in the canvas of a tiny spider , A sudden stroke to pass before your eyes the dark trails of flying insects buzzing trombones, violins rapid or high wind music.
All this happens as long as this life is not an auction stands the shiny green lizard. And everything goes out. Who was vanishes. And you're alone, you beast's eyes and the points that you have seen and recognized as nails still in my own life and the same fate.
Cheelì, my Sultan, tell me anything that does not know whether this might seem an empty fantasy is closed or not a deeper meaning. You who read these words in a gilded room in your home bright, maybe have a key or perhaps a machine of iron that can leave an imprint on the paper clearer and more sharply than that I do not know. And if today between those mechanisms secrets buried your cat's favorite golden snake or carry with you, I beg you to remove them from the hard toothed gears, start the wheel, correct design intent and the phrases that I wrote, to create more permanent ink and hell. You
you can, pull the rope that hangs from the edge of this pit. Shake the rusty pulley and see if you print at the bottom of the bucket of water or light the black carcass of a dead bee too much there for the thirst of all.

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Editions: engravings and books in the space of Via Hospice. Pistoia, December 12, 2010 Shadow

Space Via Hospice Grattacaso Joseph, James, Trinci, Maurizio Marotta Statement by James Simon Melani Trinci

law Andrea Martini The SPACESHIP Alessandro Trasciatti law VOICES OF THE CASE The law Maurizio Marotta SLEEP Roberto Carifi Joseph Grattacaso law TWO NOTES

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Editions: Fernanda Ferraresso on STALTRA FROM THE DE LA RIVA Andrea Longega

Fernanda Ferraresso became interested in "From staltra part of the shore" by Andrea Longega in Cartesensibili blog (The Bridge of salt). Thank you very much. Here is the link to the intervention:
http://cartesensibili.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/andrea-longega-da-staltra-parte-de-la-riva-edizioni-dellombra/

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The Congregation of St. Rosario Vincenzo Adamo

The Congregation of S. ROSARIO

Of

Celso Cilento

Parish Church of Celso Cilento

S. S. Maria Assunta Celso

Victory reported by the Christian coalition forces in the waters of Lepanto on October 7, 1571 the Ottoman aroused great enthusiasm especially in the Neapolitan people, they, at the urging of Pope Pius VI, who attributed the victory to the power and protection of Our Lady of the Rosary, they yes it spread a strong devotion rosariana.

worship, of course, he was treated and released, in large and small communities, the Dominican Fathers who began to establish congregations of women and men had in common devotion to the S. Rosario. [1

Holy Thursday 2008

Although we have not found a trace of a presence and activity in the territory of Celsus and neighboring countries, a "Promoter of the Rosary" and actor rosariana dissemination, but we can not deny the matrix in the Dominican foundation of the Brotherhood.

The Community Church of Celsus welcomed, no doubt, with much enthusiasm and a strong devotional spirit of this pious and holy devotion, the report states that he made in his S. Visit the 1606 Bishop Morello in which it states that on the altar of the Rosary, there were candles on the altar of the Assumption as so, at this altar was given the same dignity as that of the Assumption, the owner of the Parish

The first mention of the Congregation of S. Rosario is in a different S. January 14, 1747 visit made by Bishop Raymond describing the condition and the chapels of the Rosary "... canvas with the mysteries of the Rosary, Confraternity of the University."

Stella Cilento

Therefore, the Chapel of the Rosary was built dall'Universitas of Celsus, was owned by the city, certainly built with the alms of the people and of its directors and was managed by the Brotherhood.

From the beginning the devotion to Our Lady of the Rosary and the practice of the Rosary brought together daily in house churches and the highlights of the community, along with "comp" entire families to implore graces and blessings.

great impetus to this S. Devotion was given by the encyclical "Supreme Apostalatus" that SS Pope Leo XIII promulgated September 1, 1883.

With this encyclical, the S. Father urges "... urge all the faithful to, or public or in private, each in your home and family, they strive to practice the devotion of the Rosary, never forgetting the use, but we also that the entire month of October of this year will be dedicated and consecrated to the heavenly Queen of the Rosary. ... Strongly approve of the Confraternity of the Rosary, following an ancient tradition, make solemn procession through the streets of the city, a public demonstration of their faith ....

Archbishop Primate Archbishop of Salerno Valeria Aspro ... urged and encouraged the use of the Holy Virgin. Mary and the Rosary, according to the attentions of the Pope lives, especially in 1884 in occasion of the terrible pandemic of cholera that had spread in all regions of Italy. [2]

Serramezzana

Celso A devotion to the Virgin Mary and the practice of the Rosary, has experienced moments of great spiritual intensity and especially in 1888 in the thirtieth anniversary of the apparitions at Lourdes (1858 - 1888) in February 12, 2008 today we celebrate the 150th anniversary, in memory of posterity date of 1888 was reported leather belt on the support of the crucifer.

It has always been faithful to that mission, the Holy Father and his bishops have granted and has always been a point of reference and within the clot in his community.

Church Sessa Cilento

In relation to the institution of the parish the Brotherhood has never experienced conflict, including the pastor because he is the spiritual father.

In particular we hope that the principles handed down by the church through the centuries and new charges arising from the pastoral and liturgical Vatican 2 ° that the congregation made its , are not neglected, indeed, are more ferment and leaven within the ecclesial community.

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[1] still in Folklore call use the rosary "the Paternoster" this is due to the use of instruments, knotted cords, chains that the Byzantine monks used to keep track of prayers (VII cent.).

[2] From - Generoso Crisci: The Church's journey in the work of its bishops Salernitana - (sec. V-XX) - vol. III.

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Shadow Editions: engravings and books in the space of Via hospice. Pistoia, 12 December 2010 - January 8, 2011 Shadow

Dear Friends, Sunday 12 to 17 hours in space via the Hospice of Pistoia inaugurates an exhibition of fine editions of books and engravings of the Shadow of Gaetano Bevilacqua. It will also be available the last production Two notes, which collects three of my poems and an engraving of Bevilacqua. The opening is also an opportunity to spend some 'time together and read a (short) poems, with the participation of Roberto Carifi, Maurizio Marotta, James Trinci and myself, along with other poets who will join us from other cities Tuscany. Many greetings (and invite your friends also to the appointment).

Joseph Grattacaso

http://www.lospaziodiviadellospizio.sitiwebs.com/

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A Tramp in the wilderness - John Muir, "My first summer in the Sierra" (Vivaldi editions)

John Muir in contemplation. below: views of Yosemite, in a photo by Ansel Adams;

Muir with President Roosevelt; Muir was young; map of the John Muir Wilderness Area, California, U.S. postage stamp with John Muir.

"Never as tired, he will fall along the way who had the grace of a day of mountain, whatever his fate, long or short the life that is on the lot, stormy or calm, he is rich forever. "

"Here there is no trouble either now empty, there is no fear of the past, nor care for the future. These blessed mountains are so filled with the beauty of God that there is no room for our petty hopes and personal experiences. "

(John Muir)

John Muir, of Scottish ancestry, emigrated to America at the age of eleven, after many trades in 1869 at the age of thirty-one years, left "walking with a herd of sheep" the mountains of the Sierra, becoming employed as assistant pastor. Not having a penny in my pocket, Muir found himself the way to achieve what he wanted: wandering in the wilderness in search of "beauty".

Muir is the prototype of the "Tramp": "... word dear to the American tradition: it evokes wide open spaces and men who walk through them - a tradition, literary or otherwise, who comes from pioneers to the poets beat of this century "(introduction). The spirit of "Tramp" is well exemplified in this sentence Muir: "throw a handful of tea leaves and a little 'bread in an old sack and jump the gate of the garden of the house."
The book "My first summer in the Sierra", refers to his diary that Muir held every day during the period of his wanderings among the mountains of Yosemite.

Great is the descriptive skills of Muir, who in great detail, contains detailed observations about plants, flowers and animals encountered in the course of his wanderings.

But , although he shows great talent as a naturalist (the comments are an example of the glacial origin of Yosemite Valley), Muir's approach is that of "mystic," the contemplation of nature, the human being in search wonder that the wilderness is able to infuse the human soul with its beauty; Escursions Muir is a tireless and you run no opportunity to leave the sheep alone and leave the exploration of mountains, valleys and waterfalls. As Paola Mazzarelli says in the introduction: "after the naturalist who meticulously, even pedantically special reports, which emerges the mystical experience of ecstasy all offers." The exaltation of the beauty of nature and the vision of its majestic scenery retraces a bit 'all the pages of the book. Here are some of the many passages referring to the emotions aroused by the vision of Muir in Yosemite Valley, state of mind where you can find anyone who has personally experienced the euphoria and joy aroused by contact with wild scenarios ...

"Never have I found so impotent before the show, so an unlimited wealth of sublime beauty of the mountains. Who has not admired at least once a similar view with your own eyes any description, however elaborate, can not communicate an idea of \u200b\u200bthe grandeur and spirituality that emanates from this view. In a surge of irrepressible enthusiasm, screaming and gesturing, with great wonder of the St. Bernard Charles ... "

" Every time ritiratomi from those points of view of the enthusiastic view, I say, 'Enough, I will not be on the edge'. But what can the council's caution at the spectacle of Yosemite? Seduced by the spell goes where the body's most s'aggrada, motivated by a desire on which there appears to have little power. "

Muir calls the sanctity of the wilderness, and many times will use terms such as "temples" and "cathedrals" with reference to the wilderness. "It is not surprising mountains and forests that were the first temples of God, the more I cut them and strikes to build churches and cathedrals as far away and the Lord appears opaque. The same can be said for the temples of stone ... "

Muir, although West was a farsighted man, that went beyond the prevailing mentality of his era (characterized precisely by the fever of conquest the West, the "progress of civilization"), because he had already realized the importance of thinking about nature as something that held a "intrinsic value" regardless of its use for utilitarian purposes and for the satisfaction, however, the emotional needs of man. "Like so many other things whose utility is not obvious to humans, this plant has few friends and is often heard to repeat the stupid question 'Why was it created?'. It's never occurred to anyone that perhaps it was first created for itself. " The "intrinsic value" refers to the conception of the nature fiolosofica who later formed the cornerstone of the American conservationist movement, of which Muir was an early pioneer. A forward-looking man said, he had already guessed the consumerist aspects of the trendy tourist town, which by then began to invade the immaculate Yosemite Valley. Muir sees the tourist as a wealthy individual who almost can not appreciate the beauty of the places you visit, as it is concerned about the practice of sports in which it is committed. "It seems strange that tourists visiting Yosemite are so little touched by such unusual splendor, as if they had blindfolded and ears plugged (...) As well, people look quite respectable, even people who seem wise to look at, is to spearing pieces of worm on a piece of wire bent in order to catch trout. This activity called sport. "

Muir is Even so sensitive complain several times about the devastating poaching of sheep in the valleys bloom Yosemite, which he accompanies himself!

Maybe you can only blame Muir lack of consideration with which he assesses the Native Americans in a few pages, not seen as "more natural" civilized whites, and which does not bear the "filth" (it is certainly to consider the impact that white civilization was on the habits of the Indians). Muir, however, also admit that: "Maybe if I knew them better appreciate them more," . But it is not Muir could not accuse of discrimination, as elsewhere, is conscious of the perfect harmony of India with the rest of nature, in contrast to the white man, who leaves Muir signs everywhere destructive. "The Indians have a light step and hurt the landscape a little more of the birds and squirrels, and their huts of leaves and bark will last about as much as the nests of voles and even their most enduring monuments disappear within a couple of hundred years except the traces left by the fires in the forest ... "

The travelogue of Muir is also a description of the adventurous life of rugged mountain, not at all idyllic of shepherds who live in solitude, "dumbed down by fatigue" and the dirty clothes so as to form a stratification of interest almost "geological" situations in which the bread is scarce and the dreams of the night. And then there are the crossings of streams and the flock of bears in the night raids, and bivouacs night outside in the moonlight.

E 'to Muir that we owe the first description of the protected areas in America. As the editor of the book introduction: "the shy lover of wilderness will dedicate the last fifteen years of his life fighting for the creation of protected areas. All American parks are stablished in those years, starting with the Yosemite, owe their existence largely to his work. " Muir will lead the battle against the interests of speculators, industrialists and farmers threaten the destruction of the great American wilderness sanctuaries.

Muir is one of the "founding fathers" of the Wilderness Movement, in him the four poles of fiolosofia wilderness: the ' experience in the wild, the feeling the scientific knowledge and struggle for the preservation intersect, in its contribution to human culture and which he gave to the understanding and conservation of wild nature.