Between other books I’m slowly re-reading The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit. Started with The Hobbit, finished The Fellowship of the Ring, currently about halfway through The Two Towers.
Anyhow, coming back to these works later in life, and especially with many miles and nights of backpacking under my belt, I’m really struck by the fact that so much of Tolkien’s work is essentially a celebration of nature…or relies upon nature to create a sense of dread and danger. I think it’s safe to say that 75% of The Fellowship of the Ring consists of nothing but wandering descriptions of the party journeying through forests, peaks, and rivers. And then there’s Tom Bombadil, living in Tolkien’s highly poetic and descriptive forest paradise on the outskirts of the Barrow Downs…
I find a lot of similar enthusiasm and energy in Tolkien’s written descriptions as I do in John Muir’s…I have to presume he spent considerable time quietly observing the outdoors as there are just so many minute details about the character of the land…


