I also spent most of the month of August—while teaching
the class—in Southern California, where I went on several hikes in the San
Gorgonio Wilderness of the San Bernardino Mountains. So when I wasn’t thinking
about found texts, I was walking in the mountains.
And yet even in the mountains I seek out texts. Ascending
the final steps to the top of a ten thousand-foot peak, I begin to look for the
battered ammunition case chained to a rock that holds the peak’s register. After
hours on foot, at the top of Grinnell or Zahniser or Mt. San Gorgonio (at 11,500
feet, the tallest peak in Southern California), people scrawl their messages in
registers—small notebooks often stashed in plastic sandwich bags inside the
metal containers. They record their names, their time to the summit, their
total number of ascents, their routes and destinations, their hometowns, sometimes their ages, the lyrics to a
favorite song, a beloved quotation, a small sketch, a dedication.
Some of these registers—especially ones in the Sierra
Nevada—are historical documents in their own right, recording the first ascents
of famous mountaineers dating back a hundred years or more. The registers I’ve
seen in the San Bernardino Mountains are more recent—some going back to the
1970s, complete with mentions of Led Zeppelin—but others are not more than a couple
of years old. Some purists argue that the registers are trash, clutter,
eyesores in the pristine wilderness, and yet I am drawn to them—to learn who
has come before me, to feel the presence of others who have stood on that peak.
Looking out over the landscape from a high point, I am separated by those
others who came before and the others who will follow only by the thin fabric
of time.
On Charlton Peak, at 10,806 feet, the register is a new spiral-bound
pocket notebook, begun just last month on 7/19/2012. The entries take up just a
couple of pages. I read through them, thinking of found texts, thinking of my
students, thinking of that other life down the mountain. And then I fish the stub
of a pencil out of the ammo case and add my own words for someone else to find.