I can't say whether I had heard the name before I moved to California, and more precisely, Northern California. Once I was there though, the name began to take on some significance. Muir Woods, Muir Beach...place names granted to the man were evident and his place as one of, if not THE leading environmentalist of our country became something I valued. I worked in Yosemite for a season and it was there that I truly became an admirer of Muir's...and his future chronicler, photographer Ansel Adams. An east coast flatlander, I hadn't walked in the mountains previously. I was, let's say, flabbergasted by the beauty, by the gargantuan trees and by the ever changing vistas of the Sierra Nevada. First time I saw a Giant Sequoia I stared at it for 45 minutes...trying to digest a tree as big around as a house. Muir's and Adams' inspirations gave me inspiration and made valuing nature and wilderness a lifelong spiritual consideration. I marvel at the natural world and find contemplative value in it unlike any other. I had become a fan of Adams work prior to my Yosemite employment and I was excited to take a hike and get to this magic place: Turns out, this is one of the most accessible spots in the entire valley, taken from the middle of The Valley Bridge bridge on the loop road, quite near the tourist facilities. The "hike" was about 500 yards from the employee camp. Still...magic. If you've been, you understand. If you haven't, try to get there.