IN THE HIGH SIERRA wilderness
country that is the climax of what John Muir liked to call the
Range of Light, Wright fell in love with the high world even
as Muir had, and each summer brought him closer to its forms,
its moods, its tones, its light -- and to the thousand textures
that unfolded as the trail turned or as a trailess slope opened
up on a broad sweep or an intimate glen that no man had seen
before.
DAVID BROWER
