The Mountains Are Calling



John Muir said it first, but I’m feeling it too, right now. The mountains are calling.

I thought about my campground the other day, and the giant sequoia I share a campsite with. I miss that tree. I can’t wait to live with it again. I can’t wait to hug it.

I talked to my California co-worker last night. He said the weather at 4,000 feet is lovely, with the feeling of the first day of summer in the air. He said come on out. He said if the campground isn’t open yet, I’m welcome at his place.

The mountains are calling. Soon I will go. Soon I will finish scoring student responses to standardized-test science prompts. Soon I will hit the road, excited to see what is around each corner and curve. Soon I’ll put on my drab, brown, polyester-blend uniform and greet the people, the nice ones and the ones who are behaving badly.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

While researching this post, I can across an article on the story behind this quote. You can read the story here:

About Blaize Sun

I live in my van, which makes me a rubber tramp. I like to see places I’ve never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again.

I like to play with color. I make collages and hemp jewelry and cheerful winter hats. I take photographs and (sometimes, not in a long time) write poetry. All of those things make me an artist.

Although I like to spread joy and to make people laugh, my wit can be sharp. I try to stay positives in all situations, to find the goodness in all people. But I often feel compelled to point out bullshit when I smell it.

I like to have fun, to dance, to eat yummy food, to sit by a fire and share stories. I want to know what people hold dear and important, not just make surface small talk.

This blog is a way for me to share stories. This blog is made up of my stories, rants, and observations, as well as my photographs.

6 Responses »

  1. I feel yor excitement. I’m so glad that you’ve got a home. A majestic tree (s) sound like a good “buddy”. It does feel like summer, a little early….what if there’s some spring snow….can you deal with that? I hope you have a few upgrades…after all that organizing…that will make your life more comfortable. I’m excited about the little store. Sometimes a snickers bar can “save your life”. It’s nice to have a friend on that end…..sounds good….

    • I think I can handle a spring snow, Jennifer, as long as it’s not too deep. I have those SmartWool socks you sent to me last year (as well as a another pair I got at the Goodwill Clearance Center), and other socks I can layer. My new (to me, at least) boots are marked “waterproof.” I have my Mr. Buddy heater too (but I better remember to get a bunch of cans of propane before I leave civilization). My coworker/friend lives 15 miles away and 2,000 feet lower and has told me I am welcome at his place any time, so I guess I could always run away down the mountain if necessary.

      (Note: Jennifer, I edited your comment, as not everything in it was public information.)

    • The man was a poet of nature. Yes, John Muir was fantastic.

      Thank you for reading and commenting, Ernest James. Your support means so much to me.

  2. About “the mountains are calling,” my first thought was that Muir may have been paraphrasing the worse of the ballad “Danny Boy”:

    Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
    From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
    The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
    ‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.

    In these famous lines you have “are calling” – “mountain side” – “must go”.

    Just a thought.

    • Thanks for the comment, Muriel. Interesting idea. I don’t know much about “Danny Boy” or John Muir, for that matter, but if Muir was aware of the song, his “mountains are calling” quote could be connected, even if subconsciously.

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