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A Road Running Southward
John Muir, circa 1870. Courtesy of the NPS, John Muir National Historic Site, JOMU 3519.
A Road Running Southward
Dan Chapman
© 2022 Dan Chapman
The findings and conclusions in this publication are those of the author
and should not be construed to represent any official US Government
determination or policy.
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marsh with cordgrass that magically changed colors as the day unfolded.
Bald eagles, snowy white egrets, and monarch butterflies dotted the sky.
It was mid-October and fall had yet to reach Savannah.
“The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confi-
dence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark
this place as one of the Lord’s most favored abodes of life and light,”
Muir wrote in A Thousand-Mile Walk to the Gulf.
He fashioned a small shelter of moss and sparkleberry bush and spent
a half-dozen nights in Bonaventure. Each day he hiked three miles into
town along a crushed shell road to the express office, where he hoped
a package from his brother containing $150 awaited. He survived on
breakfast crackers and water from a “coffee-colored stream” outside
the cemetery’s gate. Each day he grew fainter. Bonaventure, though,
invigorated Muir’s mind and made the twenty-nine-year-old wanderer
reconsider long-held notions of life, death, nature, and man’s twisted
relationship with all three.
Why, he wondered, are humans considered more important than
birds, bees, or bluets? Weren’t animals a “sacred fabric of life and well-
being,” worthy of preservation and not to be killed for fashion, sport, or
whim? The death of plants, animals, and men are all part of life’s natural
cycle and God’s plan. Yet Muir intuited that nature would ultimately
get crushed by man if not preserved. Flora and fauna of all sizes need
space—untrammeled forests, mountain ranges, ocean preserves, wild-
life refuges—so their lives can proceed apace without undue human
interference. Nature requires “the smallest transmicroscopic creature
that dwells beyond our conceitful eyes and knowledge,” Muir wrote.
Humans, too, need room to roam.
The budding environmentalist also began to realize at Bonaventure
that there was more to life than collecting plants.
Never was Muir happier than outside the industrial grime and inces-
sant clamor of the city. The Civil War’s destruction and ensuing decay
ghosts, skeeters, and rye 3
I leave Atlanta, my wife, Bita, and sons Sammy and Naveed on a warm
October morning. It rains sporadically as my Subaru chugs south to
Macon, then east to Savannah. My goal is to spend the night in Bonaven-
ture as close to Muir’s “hidden spot in a dense thicket” as possible. I’d
reported from Savannah a hundred times before and on occasion played
tourist in the cemetery. The parklike layout is magnificent, with boulevards
and paths bordered by towering oaks leading to the marsh, as is the crafts-
manship of the tombs. Poet laureate Conrad Aiken’s gravesite includes a
marble bench inscribed with the epitaph “Cosmos Mariner Destination
Unknown.” The plot for songsmith Johnny Mercer (“Moon River,” “Days
of Wine and Roses”) also includes a bench etched with his likeness. Little
Gracie Watson, the cemetery’s most beloved denizen, died at age six from
pneumonia. Visitors leave toys and stuffed animals alongside the iron gate
that surrounds her tomb and life-sized statue. Legend has it that tears of
blood flow from Gracie’s eyes if her presents are removed.
4 a r o a d r u n n i n g s o u t h wa r d
I figure that a popular sports bar about a mile from the cemetery is a safe,
unobtrusive spot to leave my car overnight. I shoulder my knapsack,
pull my Braves cap tight, and, head lowered, walk briskly to Bonaven-
ture. I’d spent the previous week in Florida chasing Hurricane Michael,
showering little, and shaving less. I look the part of the hobo searching
for a place to sleep; hard stares from residents of the working-class Vic-
tory Heights neighborhood confirm my shady appearance.
An oak-lined blacktop runs alongside Bonaventure. It is dark beyond
the city’s vapor-light glow and threatening rain. The wind-tousled moss
dangling from tree limbs adds to the spookiness. I follow the road to the
marsh, hop the fence, and enter Muir’s “Eden of the dead,” as biogra-
pher James B. Hunt put it. It’s quiet except for the chorus of frogs, the
susurrus of distant traffic, and the whine of mosquitoes.
I don’t see a soul, living or dead. The prospect of a long night out-
doors amidst the deceased bestirs some dread. I’d boned up the day
before—foolishly, in hindsight—on Bonaventure ghost stories. The
phantom “hell hounds” that roam the cemetery. The angelic statues that
glare at passersby. The sounds of distant laughter and shattering glass.
Little Gracie with her bloody tears.
ghosts, skeeters, and rye 7
Nonetheless, I scurry past Julia and opt for the Tiedeman family
crypt. At least five Tiedemans—four named George—are buried in
Section A, Lot 122. George Washington Tiedeman was a grocer and
a banker and, as mayor of Savannah in the early 1900s, managed the
purchase of Bonaventure for the city.
I lean back and sip the whiskey. It nears midnight. The rain stops. The
breeze quickens, dispersing the bugs. A three-quarter moon peaks from
the clouds and illuminates the graveyard in a pleasing, otherworldly
way. I’m at peace, happy as one of the clams found in the marsh along
the nearby Bull River.
I return to my Muir reverie. My mood soon sours, though. The Big
Thoughts are all Bad Thoughts on the state of Southern conservation
and how “the temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism,”
as Muir said, keep screwing things up. It’s hot, stuffy, and unnaturally
warm even for coastal Georgia. Halloween’s a week away, but it feels
like Independence Day. The mosquitoes are surely in midsummer form.
Even the azaleas, some of which naturally bloom in the fall, give off an
unseasonably weird vibe.
October 2018, it turns out, is one of the warmest Octobers on record
across Georgia’s coastal plain, as much as six degrees above normal. The
South, overall, has gotten nearly two degrees warmer since 1970. It
could get as much as seven degrees hotter by 2100. Summer seems to
last from April to November around here.
The seas surrounding nearby Tybee Island, where I spent an event-
ful Hurricane Matthew two years earlier, have risen ten inches since
1935. They could rise another three feet by century’s end and swallow
one-third of the funky-touristy beach town, which juts out into the
Atlantic Ocean.
Tall, dead oak trees resembling the bones of giants rise from the
marsh just north of Bonaventure, ghost-forest victims of a rising sea’s
surge of salt water. A billion-dollar river-deepening project for the port
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“backside.” A few tentative shots were fired, but apparently some
wisely dispensed liquor accomplished more than force. In any event
the New Englanders were “entertained,” one way or another, first at
Fort Elfsborg by the Swedes and then at Fort Nassau by the Dutch,
and in the end they were persuaded to turn back. They returned to
Boston in their pinnace, at great loss to the chagrined investors in
the enterprise.