81 Rock not light not heavy not transparent not opaque, but [every] [pore] gushed glowed [like a thought] with immortal life. Veil of mist thin like a breath through wh stars show scarce dimmed issued from a row above me, and [trailed] slantingly over the top out of sight, leaving grass stems close to [ ] [inspired] too Suddenly I heard the solemn wind [voiced] in the pines above me, the lake was [ ] all reflection was ruffled from the lake. It [regained] its voice of wavelets lapsing & tinkling on the sand. 82 Stars [lept] from its waves & ripples. Lake Nevada came back to earth with its own natural beauty, shored & mountained in terrestrial [natural] grandeur wearing the [jeweled] garments of a winter storm I felt like a horse brought out to run. I would know every cross canon when I came to it. On S side I would have to cross 2 large tribs. On N it could get below the trib from summit & from Cath Pk reach morain by clvg some chaparrelled slope Blackness the black of heaven that whiteness the white of “ [heaven]
Original journal dimensions: 13.5 x 12.5 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
John Muir, journals, drawings, writings, travel, journaling, naturalist