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Muir and More

John Muir, his life and walks
Millrace Books, 2008
Hardback 180x130mm, £14.95 (direct mail £13.50)
184 pages 11 B&W line drawings by Colin Brash, old photos, sketch maps
ISBN 978 1 902173 27 6

Cover: Cathedral Peak and its lake, by Colin Brash

John Muir -- a life, but also a hike. Muir is 200 miles of high-level granite and pine, but also the inventor of a clockwork self-awakening bed and the American national park system. Muir is East Lothian's Man of the Millennium -- this despite the fact that he left Scotland for ever at the age of eleven -- and one of the best long paths in the world.
       Award-winning writer Ronald Turnbull is the first and probably the only person to haved walked both California's John Muir Trail and East Lothian's very different John Muir Way in a single season. Between the cold grey waters of the Forth and the sunlit rock-slabs of California he consideres the cult of vegetable worship, the paradoxes inherent in the preservation of wilderness, and the fascination of 200 miles of granite. He tastes both the huckleberry and the deep-fried haggis, and contemplates the sexiness of pebbles and of Henry David Thoreau's chin-beard. But most of all, he meets John Muir himself -- inspired visionary and tiresome tree-hugger; the exiled Scot who invented the American outdoors.
       For John Muir is more than a source of sweetly-scented outdoor quotes. In this world of wind farms, nuclear power stations and big people-crusher cars, Muir matters.

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Through the letter box at Outdoors Station Studios -- just in time for Christmas -- comes this new offering from Millrace Books.
       The central figure is John Muir, the man from Dunbar on the East Coast of Scotland, who journeyed across and made his name exploring the wilderness of North America. Muir is a man who inspired much of what can now be seen as modern backpacking. His work, actions and campaigning led to the creation of the first national park, the forerunner of those throughout the world including our own here in Britain. Today, here in the UK, Muir is remembered through the work of the John Muir Trust that is preserving the last of our last great areas of wild land, for example, much of the the Knoydart peninsular of North West Scotland.
       Ronald Turnbull is, of course, one of the UK's most prolific outdoor writers. He is also one of our funniest and most eccentric. Is eccentric the right word for Ronald? Maybe. But he is also very funny, a touch cheeky even.
       So, put these two characters together and we should have a great book. And so we do.
       Central to
Muir and More is Ronald's walk along the North American John Muir Trail, that runs from Yosemite through the Sierra Nevada South East to Lone Pine. I spent a day with Ronald, up at Cicerone Books not long after he had completed his walk. You can hear Ronald talking to Bob Cartwight about the John Muir Trail here. [okay, I'll fix this link back in - RT]
       This is no guide book though. Muir and More uses the story of journey that Ronald made with his son Tom, to tell us much about John Muir, his exploration and his life's work. Muir was a fascinating character, one of those rare people who literally changed the way in which many of us see the world and choose to live our lives. There's just enough here to get you hooked on Muir and to encourage you to explore his own writings and look up some of the more conventional biographical material. Personally, I find much of Muir's writing a bit too flowery but when you read his accounts of his wandering you're left in no doubt that you are experiencing something that was -- in its own time -- as important as, say, the first summit of Everest.
       But there's more still to this book that the trail and John Muir. Ronald uses the walk to spin off in all kinds of tangental directions. There's a lot on geology. There's quite a lot of stuff on bears (bears being one of the hazards of the JMT). How about a section all about the Huckeberry (or the bilberry or the blueberry)? Then there's Ronald's thoughts on mountains in general, on the Lakes, on his beloved Highlands and on some of the other areas he's visited. (Read this and you'll probably strike the Tatras off your list of mountain regions to visit before you die). Oh, and he's not a fan of the Himalayas, or at least of organised treks through it.
       These tangental wanderings are something of a characteristic of Millrace Books (see my previous review of Tips of the North by Graham Wilson). I can almost hear the first conversation between publisher and write-to-be. "And go off all over the place. We love tangental thought. The more you can write about anything other than the subject -- the better it is!"
       We should all be grateful for this approach for it delivers us very unusual and entertaining books. So, Muir and More is at once informative, entertaining and very funny. But did I mention that Ronald can be, well, just a little cheeky? Here there is quite a lot of thinking about naked women! There's the huge Scots Woman and the dinner, whose nether regions seem to spread over three chairs; Ronald can't resist thinking of what she would look like naked. There are young, female, hikers stripping off and swimming in lakes (who may or may not have been snapped by the naughty chappie himself). And there's Ronalds great observation that Ansell Adams missed a great trick when he took his stunning black and white studies of these same mountains: the shots would have looked a lot better with a naked women in the corner!
       This is a great book that will entertain many. I should add that it also features the other John Muir Way, a somewhat less inspiring walk along the southern shores of the Firth of Forth (around Dunbar of course). Indeed, Ronald fancies that he is probably the only person to have hiked both John Muir Trails in one hiking season.
       This is a great short read, the narrative being only 170 odd pages long. I was pleased to have it to read in one setting while I was laid out suffering from an early winter virus.
       Millrace are one of our smaller publishers and the first print run of the book is only 800 copies. It comes as a lovely, pocket sized hard-back, perfectly shaped to slip into the rucksack to read in the tent or on public transport as you head out, or set back, from the hills. Snap one up quickly!
Andy Howell, the Outdoors Station, Dec 2008

Introduction
1 The John Muir Way: towards Dunbar
2 The John Muir Way: departing Dunbar
3 Yosemite to Half Dome The invention of Yosemite
Glamorous granite
4 Cathedral Pass How high is a hill?
5 Lyell Canyon
6 Garnet Lake Jade
Speeds and distances
7 Devil's Postpile Muir on Mt Ritter
The huckleberry and H D Thoreau
8 Mammoth Crest Wild Woods
9 Pocket Meadow The notion of a national park
10 Vermilion Resorty Trail tales
11 Evolution Basin Ice
12 Le Conte Canyon Vegetable love
Transcendentalism and pantheism
13 Palisades the hairiness of hikers
14 Forester Pass the importance of getting up in the morning
15 Mount Whitney The bigness of Whitney
16 Lone Pine food
17 New York
18 The Eagle in his Ink The road not taken
Death of the Teddy
Sheep in the Sierras


INTRODUCTION

Muir and More
One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.
'Mountain Thoughts', written by Muir during the 1870s, collected by Linnie Marsh Wolfe and published in John of the Mountains (1938)

Every game has its homeland. Walking up pretty hills and going to the pub: you can do it in various parts of the world, but England's Lakeland is where it's all about. My personal game of austere hikes with bivvy-bag is basically Highland Scotland. Mountaineering -- rocky ridges, snowy crests, glaciers -- happens in the Alps and is referred to in several languages as 'Alpinism'. Nepal is the spiritual centre of yakpacking -- hand your luggage to a helpful inhabitant who also boils the evening lentils, get altitude sickness, use up a lot of photo film and not that much bootsole.
       What St Andrews is to golf, North America is to backpacking. Country where you walk for 250 miles without crossing a road; where you get attacked by biting insects but also by bears; where you camp for five days while a river runs down after a storm. And so we get the frightful ergonomics of how to don a 50lb rucksack -- an act I set off from Yosemite sincerely hoping not to have to perform. In navigation, the technique of ‘aiming-off’ is applied over a fortnight of empty country, eventually arriving at the handrail road just 40 miles from the intended target.
       And yet, like golf itself, like deerstalking, backpacking seems to have been invented by a Scotsman. "I only took a walk in the Yosemite," says Johnnie Muir from Dunbar, "but stayed for six years." America invites excess, and Americans do tend to overdo things -- even so, Muir's followers along the Pacific Crest and Appalachian Trails spend a mere six months afoot before retiring to some cosy city to replace their equipment, relearn their social skills, and earn a little money for the next hiking season.
      
John Muir in bivvy, by Colin Brash

       So to call the John Muir Trail, in California's Sierra Nevada, the best long walk in the world is wrong straight away. By the standards of the country, and of the man who gave it his name, it's a short saunter that, even if you embrace that unnecessarily heavy backpack, still takes a mere three weeks. Cricket is the best game in the world -- if you happen to like cricket. Long or not, the John Muir Trail is the best walk in the world -- if what you like is a self-reliant journey through remote country inhabited by bears. If what you like is a mule path through the wilderness and being a beast of burden yourself as you hoof along it. If what you like is big trees and bare granite. If what you like is...
       ... a wide, well-built path that after five days heads gradually down to the outflow of a narrow lake. The slopes around the lake are tumbled boulders and ice-smoothed granite slabs, but the path is terraced across the stone-fields and carved into the occasional outcrop. The tree roots tangle in a maze of boulders, and their trunks and branches above are twisted in sympathy.
       Beyond the lake rises a tall, shapely mountain. On our map it has no name, and some of its buttresses might even be unclimbed; for we are several days away from the nearest car parks. Half way through a September afternoon, me and Tom may be the only people looking at this particular mountain and this particular lake.
       The lake we look at is blue-grey; the sky above is grey with patches of gangrene yellow. Small thunderstorms are rumbling among the summits. We cross the outflow, and emerge from the lake's hanging valley to a hollow of dark forests. Ten miles away, the opposite slopes are mottled with scrub, then rise to slabs and domes of bare granite.
       We descend in zigzags to a trail that contours along the valley. Between thick trunks we glimpse again the forest hollow below us. By late afternoon, the trail is descending again, to the outflow of Purple Lake. A single angler stands on the opposite shore. We drop the packs onto the strip of meadow between the lakeside and the rising trees. We stand for a minute. We wiggle our shoulderblades, let the power of thinking seep back into tired minds.

Just as we've got the tent up, it rains. It rains for twenty minutes, while I lie and listen to it on the green nylon, Thomas stands outside to see if he's going to get wet. The sun comes out, and we pour boiling water onto our dehydrated supper. Above the Purple Lake, buttresses of black basalt interrupt the granite hillside. As the sun sinks, the paler rocks turn golden. By the time we've finished eating, the forest is slaty grey, the granite rocks are delicate greyish pink.
       The fishermen are apologetic. "It doesn't normally do this, not at this time of year." They didn't really need to be embarrassed. Never, in my life so far, have I walked six days with only twenty minutes rain. "You see, we're from Scotland."
       "Oh, but John Muir was from Scotland!"
       And after we'd finished talking about bears, one of the American walkers kindly told us all about John Muir.