[Bubb’s Creek, High Sierra, California]
I discovered the work of poet Gary Snyder in the spring of 1971 in a “hippie” book store in Charlotte, North Carolina. Snyder was an active camper, and a hiker in the tradition of John Muir. He worked logging gangs, trail crews, and served several summers as a fire lookout for the forest service in the 1950s, spending the entire summer in the solitude of a mountain top firewatch cabin, reading, writing, meditating, growing… Not a bad life… It was always something for me to aspire to, but I never took on the adventure.
“Bubb’s Creek Haircut” was one of the first poems I read, and I have always made a tradition to read it every spring before my camping season begins.
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