The Sierra Club Cup

Below is a story taken from Yosemite National Park’s website:

Curious Matters: A Tin Cup with a Story

July 23, 2015 Posted by: HG – Museum Intern

Sometimes John Muir seems like a myth. Like a fantastical Greek god that strolled the forests belaying his unquestionable wisdom upon the creatures of uncharted lands and the withered pages of his notebooks. As he trekked through the backcountry of Yosemite, he triumphantly carried “only a tin cup, a handful of tea, a loaf of bread, and a copy of Emerson.” The fact that the Yosemite Museum has his tin cup in its collection has fueled accusations of hero-worship. With his quotations written in italics on the walls of most buildings in Yosemite Valley, he seems more like a prophet than a fallible traveler, a young man getting lost in the woods. But from most accounts, John Muir was shy. He was sensitive and had flaws, just like any of us.

His tin cup reminds us of the human John Muir. Not only is it a tangible object that he carried and cleaned and tossed about in his pack, but it is a relic of a mistake. Muir left the cup behind, alongside a trail while he was camping through Hetch Hetchy in August, 1895. It was an accident. He forgot something, like everyone does. Maybe he had that feeling as he was walking onto the grass that day that he was forgetting something. Or maybe it had completely slipped his mind until he wanted a sip of hot tea the next night. Either way, we can empathize. We can feel, if only in this moment, like we understand and are equals with the fabled woodsman. In a world where Britney Spears’ chewed gum sells for $14,000 on eBay, we’re accustomed to sanctifying objects that have come in contact with our idols. And yes, John Muir did touch this cup. But that’s not the only reason it matters. More importantly, this rusted and mundane chunk of tin grounds the legend and myth back to the reality of an imperfect and utterly human man. A man we can relate to.


Sierra Club Cups


Sierra Club Bulletin 1940

If I had to be a cup, and wanted a delightful, varied, interesting, and useful career, I think I’d say,

“Make me neat and smooth, out of tin, stamp these words on me, ‘Sierra Club of California,’

and hang me on the belt of a good mountaineer.” Bright, little Sierra Club cups!  

Over the mountains they go, dipping pure, sparkling water for thirsty high-trippers.

They dip from streams – streams over trails, streams over granite, streams in forests, streams in meadows,

white streams cascading down from the blue sky, clear streams bubbling up from the ground. 

They dip from lakes – blue, wind-ruffled lakes, quiet, reflecting lakes, green-blue,

half-frozen lakes, dark, silent, star-filled lakes. From streams and lakes,

changing and changeless in sunshine and shadow, cups of cold water.

Ansel Adams with the Sierra Club Cup:

In 1928 the Sierra Club did a trip into the Canadian Rockies.  The same year that Glen and Bessie Hyde disappeared on their honeymoon river trip.  One of the people on the expedition was Ansel Adams.  This is a great photo showing Adams wearing his Sierra Club cup.

The Group on Peak Number One ( r., standing: William Colby, Ansel Adams, Lulie Nettleton, Mrs. Huber, Helen LeConte, Margaret Forbes; seated: two unidentified men, Jessie Whitehead) by Ansel Adams

Kenneth Brower, David Brower, and John McPhee:

Kenneth Brower the son of David Brower who was the first executive director of the Sierra claims “it was in the mountains that I learned the cup’s real value. If the Sierra Club cup is ideal for anything, it is dipping in a stream to drink. We could do this in any Western mountain range in those days, the era before giardia. Snowmelt is the best water in the world, of course, and as a boy I tried to sample every stream. I was nearly grown before it occurred to me to drink directly from the current, like a wolf, but that felt oddly unnatural. I tried it once or twice and quickly reverted to my cup.”  He went on to tell a story:

In middle age, a father now myself, I flew by bush plane into the wilderness of Alaska’s Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, on an assignment for National Geographic. We were backpacking into a region seldom visited. Our guide, an Everest climber who knew the country, specified at the end of the equipment list he sent: Do not bring a Sierra Club cup. I bristled at this. At our first camp, when I debated him on it, he pointed out that the cup is not insulated. It burns your lips and tongue. And by the same principle that scalds the tongue—instantaneous heat transfer—the cup quickly turns hot food cold. It’s an awful little cup.

I knew all this, in a subliminal way, though I would never have put it so brutally.

But it misses the point. Communion goblets are not insulated either. Nor is the chalice in which wine is transmuted into the blood of Christ. For some of us, wild country really is like religion. For others—me, for example—it is religion, for we have been instructed in no other kind.

In Encounters with the Archdruid, his 1971 John McPhee describes the use of the Sierra Club cup ” In the mountains, a Sierra Club mountaineer eats and drinks everything out of his Sierra Club cup, and in various wildernesses with Brower I had never seen him eat or drink from anything else. In the past, in the High Sierra, he had on occasion rubbed pennyroyal-mint leaves over the embossed letters in the bottom of his cup and added snow and whiskey for a kind of high-altitude julep.”  McPhee goes on ” everything—noodles, beef, chocolate pudding—was eaten from the cups.”

The first Sierra Club cup dates back to 1905, when John Muir was fighting to keep the Hetch Hetchy Dam out of Yosemite.   It was was the cup for mountaineers for the first three quarters of the twentieth century and continues to be a symbol of that incredible time of adventure.  The original cups were stamped in tin, but changed to stainless steel after World War II.

An original Sierra Club of California Cup dating somewhere between 1905 and WWII.

The photo below was taken by Bob Whitney in 1974 of Bill Trevithick in Lava Falls.  The photo was featured in the Whale Calendar.



Bill Trevithick running Lava Falls Circa 1974 with Sierra Club Cups on Belts.

Photo of Colorado River & Trail Expeditions owners David and Vicki Mackay with Sierra Club Cup circa 1968.

CRATE owners Dave and Vicki Mackay with Sierra Club Cup.




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