Yeah, higher pastures, I know what you mean. Hey, I found this amazing cache of free ebooks by John Muir on Project Gutenberg I finished The Mountains of California (1894) and am reading The Yosemite (1912) right now. His writing is amazingly engaging. It would be very interesting to read these books along the trail or before the hike to see the changes and what is still unchanged by man. I love knowing more than the rangers and docents.
@Coloma If you haven’t read it already, the PG site above has My First Summer in the Sierra (1911). He explores with the eye of an artist-naturalist and in another time, making him an accidental historian. The book includes some old photos and a lot of his sketches taken from his 1869–71 journal.
Note: Simply click open the page to the book, press Control+A —which is select all—then right click, select copy, then paste the whole book onto a document, then Save. Voila. Or take the Epub or Kindle options.
My First Summer in the Sierra is a first-person narrative that begins on 3 June 1869 when 31 year-old Muir, a draft-dodging, university dropout greenhorn naturalist from back East, only a week off the New York City-to-San Francisco boat, was given charge of a flock of sheep to look after for the next two years assisted only by a St. Bernard named Carlo. And together they head for higher pastures.
“I was fortunate in getting a fine St. Bernard dog for a companion. His master, a hunter with whom I was slightly acquainted, came to me as soon as he heard that I was going to spend the summer in the Sierra and begged me to take his favorite dog, Carlo, with me, for he feared that if he were compelled to stay all summer on the plains the fierce heat might be the death of him. “I think I can trust you to be kind to him,” he said, “and I am sure he will be good to you. He knows all about the mountain animals, will guard the camp, assist in managing the sheep, and in every way be found able and faithful.” Carlo knew we were talking about him, watched our faces, and listened so attentively that I fancied he understood us. Calling him by name, I asked him if he was willing to go with me. He looked me in the face with eyes expressing wonderful intelligence, then turned to his master, and after permission was given by a wave of the hand toward me and a farewell patting caress, he quietly followed me as if he perfectly understood all that had been said and had known me always.”
If you can get past those long, 19th-century paragraphs, this is a great adventure that took place in that part of the range just south of you. You will recognize many of the plants, animals and may have experienced some of the same things as Muir did so long ago.