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JOHN MUIR Ultimate Collection: Travel Memoirs, Wilderness Essays, Environmental Studies & Letters (Illustrated): Picturesque California, The Treasures of the Yosemite, Our National Parks, Steep Trails, Travels in Alaska, A Thousand-mile Walk to the Gulf, Save the Redwoods, The Cruise of the Corwin and more

John Muir's Ultimate Collection is a compilation of his seminal works, offering a rich tapestry of his experiences and insights into the natural world. It includes travelogues such as 'Picturesque California' and 'Travels in Alaska,' essays on the importance of Yosemite and national parks, and his passionate plea to preserve the redwoods. The collection also features 'The Cruise of the Corwin,' among other works, providing a comprehensive look into Muir's life and his profound influence on conservation and environmental thought. more

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John Muir
John Muir

John Muir (April 21, 1838 - December 24, 1914) was an American naturalist, writer, explorer, and environmentalist. Known for his love of nature and advocacy for environmental protection, Muir is considered one of the pioneers of the modern environmental movement. more

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