In “A Geologist’s Winter Walk,” Muir has a sense of wonder and positivity around the way that he experiences nature, even if his writing makes it seem as though he can be compared to a reckless tourist. As someone who visited the Natural Bridge in Virginia as a nine-year old, I can relate to this. His thoughts seem to be almost naïve as a child’s, so this makes for an interesting small blurb to read. The fact that he slept on a rock in the middle of his hike and this quote: “Never did pine trees seem so dear. How sweet was their breath and their song, and how grandly they winnowed the sky!” (Muir 99) both make me think of and recall Thoreau’s enthusiasm of the wilderness. His gung-ho attitude about nature that he exudes while saying, “How wholly infused with God is this one big word of love that we call the world!” (Muir 104) also reminds me of Whitman’s all-encompassing affection for every aspect of the natural world as well as Bello’s complete romanticization of it. On the other hand, I’m not sure myself what Cronon would think of Muir’s opinion of the wilderness. Surely, both men believe that nature itself is to be treasured and respected, but it seems to me like Muir could be perceived as one of those tourists affecting the environment that Cronon ultimately despises. Either way, I’m sure that a conversation these too on environmentalism would be interesting.