Alaska Days with John Muir

Jul 15, 2012 by

Do you spend your days whining about your crappy commute? Did somebody cut in front of you at the grocery store and grab that ripe coconut you wanted?  Is it just me or has anyone else noticed that we have become a culture of whiners? A society of..oh poor me’s?  what the hell!  How sad to see we have become a society of boring fat people who call 911 if they don’t get catsup on their french fries. Please people – let’s wake up!   We all love to talk about how brave and crazy our ancestors were…but what about us? Do you want to embarrass your future clansmen (so to speak)?  What stories will your grandchildren tell about you? …”oh..my grandfather once took the bus instead of the carpool lane?”  Stop whining people!!  My first book to help wake us all up is ALASKA DAYS WITH JOHN MUIR  originally published in 1915.  Stop your whining people! wake up! Put on your boots and go for a walk!  What would happen if the corner market and  hospital were closed? Could you take care of yourself? How to feed yourself and your family. Stop being a part of the whiner society we have become. Enjoy this book….  Here’s a wee peek: “About four o’clock in the morning we came to a fall that we could not compass, sheer a hundred feet or more. So we had to attack the steep walls of the canyon. After a hard struggle we were on the mountain ridges again, traversing the flower pastures, creeping through openings in the brush, scrambling over the dwarf fir, then down through the fallen timber. It was half-past seven o’clock when we descended the last slope and found the path to Glenora. Here we met a straggling party of whites and Indians just starting out to search the mountain for us. As I was coming wearily up the teetering gang-plank, feeling as if I couldn’t keep up another minute, Dr. Kendall stepped upon its end, barring my passage, bent his bushy white brows upon me from his six feet of height, and began to scold: ” See here, young man; give an account of yourself. Do you know you’ve kept us waiting ” Just then Captain Lane jumped forward to help me, digging the old Doctor of Divinity with his elbow in the stomach and nearly knocking him off the boat. “Oh, hell!” he roared. “Can’t you see the man’s hurt?” Mrs. Kendall was a very tall, thin, severe looking old lady, with face lined with grief by the loss of her children. She never smiled. She  had not gone to bed at all that night, but walked the deck and would not let her husband or the others sleep. Soon after daylight she began to lash the men with the whip of her tongue for their ” cowardice and inhumanity ” in not starting at once to search for me. ” Mr. Young is undoubtedly lying mangled at the foot of a cliff, or else one of those terrible bears has wounded him; and you are lolling around here instead of starting to his rescue. For shame!” When they objected that they did not know where we had gone, she snapped: “Go everywhere until you find him.” Her fierce energy started the men we met. When I came on board she at once took charge and issued her orders, which everybody jumped to obey. She had blankets spread on the floor of the cabin and laid me on. She obtained some whiskey from the captain, some water, porridge and coffee from the steward. She was sitting on the floor with my head in her lap, feeding me coffee with a spoon, when Dr. Kendall came in and began on me again: ” Suppose you had fallen down that precipice, what would your poor wife have done? What would have become of your Indians and your new church? ” Then Mrs. Kendall turned and thrust her spoon like a sword at him. ” Henry Kendall,” she blazed, ” shut right up and leave this room. Have you no sense? Go instantly, I say ! ” And the good Doctor went. ”  That’s what I’m talking about folks…whiskey and porridge!  Stop yer whining and wake the F&ck up!  enjoy this book!  :)

 

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