“These blessed mountains are so compactly filled with God’s beauty, no petty personal hope or experience has room to be. Drinking this champagne water is pure pleasure, so is breathing the living air, and every movement of limbs is pleasure, while the whole body seems to feel beauty when exposed to it as it feels the camp-fire or sunshine, entering not by the eyes alone, but equally through all one’s flesh like radiant heat, making a passionate ecstatic pleasure-glow not explainable.”
” It is easier to feel than to realize, or in anyway explain, Yosemite grandeur”.
John Muir, “My First Summer In The Sierra“, chapter 5 “The Yosemite“.
Paul C Adams May, 2017