come, walk with me.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people, in whom natural curiosity has been quenched in toil, care, and poor, shallow comfort, are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.
Awakening from the stupefying effects of the vice of over-industry and the deadly apathy of luxury, they are trying as best they can to mix and enrich their own little ongoings with those of Nature, and to get rid of rust and disease...
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. The mountains are calling, and I must go. -John Muir