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A postcard from Alex, describing his journey through the Alaskan interior in 1992. He hitchhikes from South Dakota to Denali National Park, planning to live off the land. The account details the challenges of the Alaskan wilderness and the hitchhiker's determination to experience it.
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HAPTERONE C THEALASKAINTERIOR April27th,1992 GreetingsfromFairbanks!ThisisthelastyoushallhearfrommeWayne.Arrivedhere2 daysago.ItwasverydifficulttocatchridesintheYukonTerritory.ButIfinallygothere. Please...
HAPTERONE C THEALASKAINTERIOR April27th,1992 GreetingsfromFairbanks!ThisisthelastyoushallhearfrommeWayne.Arrivedhere2 daysago.ItwasverydifficulttocatchridesintheYukonTerritory.ButIfinallygothere. PleasereturnallmailIreceivetothesender.ItmightbeaverylongtimebeforeI returnSouth.Ifthisadventureprovesfatalandyoudon'teverhearfrommeagainIwant youtoknowyou'reagreatman.Inowwalkintothewild.Alex.p Postcardreceivedbywaynewesterberg incarthage,southdakota JimGallienhaddrivenfourmilesoutofFairbankswhenhespottedthehitchhiker standinginthesnowbesidetheroad,thumbraisedhigh,shiveringinthegrayAlaska dawn.Hedidn'tappeartobeveryold:eighteen,maybenineteenatmost.Arifleprotrudedfrom theyoungman'sbackpack,buthelookedfriendlyenough;ahitchhikerwith aRemingtonsemiautomaticisn'tthesortofthingthatgivesmotoristspauseinthefortyninth state.Galliensteeredhistruckontotheshoulderandtoldthekidtoclimbin. ThehitchhikerswunghispackintothebedoftheFordandintroducedhimselfas Alex."Alex?"Gallienresponded,fishingforalastname. "JustAlex,"theyoungmanreplied,pointedlyrejectingthebait.Fivefeetsevenor eightwithawirybuild,heclaimedtobetwenty-fouryearsoldandsaidhewasfrom outhDakota.HeexplainedthathewantedarideasfarastheedgeofDenaliNational S Park,whereheintendedtowalkdeepintothebushand"liveoffthelandforafew months." Gallien,aunionelectrician,wasonhiswaytoAnchorage,240milesbeyondDenali ontheGeorgeParksHighway;hetoldAlexhe'ddrophimoffwhereverhewanted. Alex'sbackpacklookedasthoughitweighedonlytwenty-fiveorthirtypounds,which struckGallien—anaccomplishedhunterandwoodsman—asanimprobablylightloadfor astayofseveralmonthsintheback-country,especiallysoearlyinthespring."Hewasn't carryinganywherenearasmuchfoodandgearasyou'dexpectaguytobecarryingfor thatkindoftrip,"Gallienrecalls. Thesuncameup.AstheyrolleddownfromtheforestedridgesabovetheTanana River,Alexgazedacrosstheexpanseofwindsweptmuskegstretchingtothesouth. Gallienwonderedwhetherhe'dpickeduponeofthosecrackpotsfromthelowerfortyeightwho comenorthtoliveoutill-consideredJackLondonfantasies.Alaskahaslong beenamagnetfordreamersandmisfits,peoplewhothinktheunsulliedenormityofthe LastFrontierwillpatchalltheholesintheirlives.Thebushisanunforgivingplace, however,thatcaresnothingforhopeorlonging. "PeoplefromOutside,"reportsGallieninaslow,sonorousdrawl,"they'llpickupa copyofAlaskamagazine,thumbthroughit,gettothinkin''Hey,I'mgoin'togetonup there,liveofftheland,goclaimmeapieceofthegoodlife.'Butwhentheygethereand actuallyheadoutintothebush—well,itisn'tlikethemagazinesmakeitouttobe.The riversarebigandfast.Themosquitoeseatyoualive.Mostplaces,therearen'talotof nimalstohunt.Livin'inthebushisn'tnopicnic." a Itwasatwo-hourdrivefromFairbankstotheedgeofDenaliPark.Themorethey talked,thelessAlexstruckGallienasanutcase.Hewascongenialandseemedwell educated.HepepperedGallienwiththoughtfulquestionsaboutthekindofsmallgame thatliveinthecountry,thekindsofberrieshecouldeat—"thatkindofthing." Still,Gallienwasconcerned.Alexadmittedthattheonlyfoodinhispackwasatenpoundbagof rice.Hisgearseemedexceedinglyminimalfortheharshconditionsofthe interior,whichinAprilstilllayburiedunderthewintersnowpack.Alex'scheapleather hikingbootswereneitherwaterproofnorwellinsulated.Hisriflewasonly.22caliber,a boretoosmalltorelyonifheexpectedtokilllargeanimalslikemooseandcaribou, whichhewouldhavetoeatifhehopedtoremainverylonginthecountry.Hehadnoax, nobugdope,nosnowshoes,nocompass.Theonlynavigationalaidinhispossessionwas atatteredstateroadmaphe'dscroungedatagasstation. AhundredmilesoutofFairbanksthehighwaybeginstoclimbintothefoothillsofthe AlaskaRange.AsthetrucklurchedoverabridgeacrosstheNenanaRiver,Alexlooked downattheswiftcurrentandremarkedthathewasafraidofthewater."Ayearagodown inMexico,"hetoldGallien,"Iwasoutontheoceaninacanoe,andIalmostdrowned whenastormcameup." AlittlelaterAlexpulledouthiscrudemapandpointedtoadashedredlinethat intersectedtheroadnearthecoal-miningtownofHealy.Itrepresentedaroutecalledthe StampedeTrail.Seldomtraveled,itisn'tevenmarkedonmostroadmapsofAlaska.On Alex'smap,nevertheless,thebrokenlinemeanderedwestfromtheParksHighwayfor fortymilesorsobeforepeteringoutinthemiddleoftracklesswildernessnorthofMt. McKinley.This,AlexannouncedtoGallien,waswhereheintendedtogo. Gallienthoughtthehitchhiker'sschemewasfoolhardyandtriedrepeatedlyto dissuadehim:"Isaidthehuntingwasn'teasywherehewasgoing,thathecouldgofor dayswithoutkillinganygame.Whenthatdidn'twork,Itriedtoscarehimwithbearstories.Itold himthatatwenty-twoprobablywouldn'tdoanythingtoagrizzlyexceptmake himmad.Alexdidn'tseemtooworried.Tilclimbatree'isallhesaid.SoIexplainedthat treesdon'tgrowrealbiginthatpartofthestate,thatabearcouldknockdownoneof themskinnylittleblacksprucewithouteventrying.Buthewouldn'tgiveaninch.Hehad ananswerforeverythingIthrewathim." GallienofferedtodriveAlexallthewaytoAnchorage,buyhimsomedecentgear, andthendrivehimbacktowhereverhewantedtogo. "No,thanksanyway,"Alexreplied,"I'llbefinewithwhatI'vegot." Gallienaskedwhetherhehadahuntinglicense. "Hell,no,"Alexscoffed."HowIfeedmyselfisnoneofthegovernment'sbusiness. Fucktheirstupidrules." WhenGallienaskedwhetherhisparentsorafriendknewwhathewasupto— whethertherewasanyonewhowouldsoundthealarmifhegotintotroubleandwas overdue—Alexansweredcalmlythatno,nobodyknewofhisplans,thatinfacthehadn't spokentohisfamilyinnearlytwoyears."I'mabsolutelypositive,"heassuredGallien,"I on'trunintoanythingIcan'tdealwithonmyown." w "Therewasjustnotalkingtheguyoutofit,"Gallienremembers."Hewas determined.Realgungho.Thewordthatcomestomindisexcited.Hecouldn'twaitto headoutthereandgetstarted." ThreehoursoutofFairbanks,Gallienturnedoffthehighwayandsteeredhisbeat-up 4x4downasnow-packedsideroad.ForthefirstfewmilestheStampedeTrailwaswell gradedandledpastcabinsscatteredamongweedystandsofspruceandaspen.Beyond thelastofthelogshacks,however,theroadrapidlydeteriorated.Washedoutand overgrownwithalders,itturnedintoarough,unmaintainedtrack. Insummertheroadherewouldhavebeensketchybutpassable;nowitwasmade unnavigablebyafootandahalfofmushyspringsnow.Tenmilesfromthehighway, worriedthathe'dgetstuckifhedrovefarther,Gallienstoppedhisrigonthecrestofa lowrise.TheicysummitsofthehighestmountainrangeinNorthAmericagleamedon thesouthwesternhorizon. AlexinsistedongivingGallienhiswatch,hiscomb,andwhathesaidwasallhis oney:eighty-fivecentsinloosechange."Idon'twantyourmoney,"Gallienprotested, m "andIalreadyhaveawatch." "Ifyoudon'ttakeit,I'mgoingtothrowitaway,"Alexcheerfullyretorted."Idon't wanttoknowwhattimeitis.Idon'twanttoknowwhatdayitisorwhereIam.Noneof thatmatters." BeforeAlexleftthepickup,Gallienreachedbehindtheseat,pulledoutanoldpairof rubberworkboots,andpersuadedtheboytotakethem."Theyweretoobigforhim," Gallienrecalls."ButIsaid,'Weartwopairofsocks,andyourfeetoughttostayhalfway warmanddry.'" "HowmuchdoIoweyou?" "Don'tworryaboutit,"Gallienanswered.Thenhegavethekidaslipofpaperwith hisphonenumberonit,whichAlexcarefullytuckedintoanylonwallet. "Ifyoumakeitoutalive,givemeacall,andI'lltellyouhowtogetthebootsbackto me." Gallien'swifehadpackedhimtwogrilled-cheese-and-tunasandwichesandabagof cornchipsforlunch;hepersuadedtheyounghitchhikertoacceptthefoodaswell.Alex pulledacamerafromhisbackpackandaskedGallientosnapapictureofhim shoulderinghisrifleatthetrailhead.Then,smilingbroadly,hedisappeareddownthe snow-coveredtrack.ThedatewasTuesday,April28,1992. Gallienturnedthetruckaround,madehiswaybacktotheParksHighway,and continuedtowardAnchorage.Afewmilesdowntheroadhecametothesmall communityofHealy,wheretheAlaskaStateTroopersmaintainapost.Gallienbriefly consideredstoppingandtellingtheauthoritiesaboutAlex,thenthoughtbetterofit."I figuredhe'dbeOK,"heexplains."Ithoughthe'dprobablygethungryprettyquickand justwalkouttothehighway.That'swhatanynormalpersonwoulddo." [SeeMapPage8] CHAPTERTWO THESTAMPEDETRAIL JackLondonisKing AlexanderSupertramp May1992 graffitocarvedintoapieceofwooddiscovered atthesiteofchrismccandless'sdeath Darkspruceforestfrownedoneithersidethefrozenwaterway.Thetreeshadbeen strippedbyarecentwindoftheirwhitecoveringoffrost,andtheyseemedtoleantoward eachother,blackandominous,inthefadinglight.Avastsilencereignedovertheland. Thelanditselfwasadesolation,lifeless,withoutmovement,soloneandcoldthatthe spiritofitwasnoteventhatofsadness.Therewasahintinitoflaughter,butofa laughtermoreterriblethananysadness—alaughterthatwasmirthlessasthesmileof theSphinx,alaughtercoldasthefrostandpartakingofthegrimnessofinfallibility.It wasthemasterfulandincommunicablewisdomofeternitylaughingatthefutilityoflife andtheeffortoflife.ItwastheWild,thesavage,frozen-heartedNorthlandWild. jacklondon,whitefang nthenorthernmarginoftheAlaskaRange,justbeforethehulkingrampartsofMt. O McKinleyanditssatellitessurrendertothelowKantishnaplain,aseriesoflesserridges, knownastheOuterRange,sprawlsacrosstheflatslikearumpledblanketonanunmade bed.BetweentheflintycrestsofthetwooutermostescarpmentsoftheOuterRangeruns aneast-westtrough,maybefivemilesacross,carpetedinaboggyamalgamofmuskeg, alderthickets,andveinsofscrawnyspruce.Meanderingthroughthetangled,rolling bottomlandistheStampedeTrail,therouteChrisMcCandlessfollowedintothe wilderness. Thetrailwasblazedinthe1930sbyalegendaryAlaskaminernamedEarlPilgrim;it ledtoantimonyclaimshe'dstakedonStampedeCreek,abovetheClearwaterForkofthe ToklatRiver.In1961,aFairbankscompany,YutanConstruction,wonacontractfrom thenewstateofAlaska(statehoodhavingbeengrantedjusttwoyearsearlier)toupgrade thetrail,buildingitintoaroadonwhichtruckscouldhaulorefromthemineyear-round. Tohouseconstructionworkerswhiletheroadwasgoingin,Yutanpurchasedthree junkedbuses,outfittedeachwithbunksandasimplebarrelstove,andskiddedtheminto thewildernessbehindaD-9Caterpillar. Theprojectwashaltedin1963:somefiftymilesofroadwereeventuallybuilt,butno bridgeswereevererectedoverthemanyriversittransected,andtheroutewasshortly renderedimpassablebythawingpermafrostandseasonalfloods.Yutanhauledtwoofthe busesbacktothehighway.Thethirdbuswasleftabouthalfwayoutthetrailtoserveas backcountryshelterforhuntersandtrappers.Inthethreedecadessinceconstruction ended,muchoftheroadbedhasbeenobliteratedbywashouts,brush,andbeaverponds, butthebusisstillthere. AvintageInternationalHarvesterfromthe1940s,thederelictvehicleislocated twenty-fivemileswestofHealyastheravenflies,rustingincongruouslyinthefireweed besidetheStampedeTrail,justbeyondtheboundaryofDenaliNationalPark.Theengine isgone.Severalwindowsarecrackedormissingaltogether,andbrokenwhiskeybottles litterthefloor.Thegreen-and-whitepaintisbadlyoxidized.Weatheredlettering indicatesthattheoldmachinewasoncepartoftheFairbanksCityTransitSystem:bus 142.Thesedaysitisn'tunusualforsixorsevenmonthstopasswithoutthebusseeinga humanvisitor,butinearlySeptember1992,sixpeopleinthreeseparatepartieshappened tovisittheremotevehicleonthesameafternoon. In1980,DenaliNationalParkwasexpandedtoincludetheKantishnaHillsandthe northernmostcordilleraoftheOuterRange,butaparceloflowterrainwithinthenew parkacreagewasomitted:alongarmoflandknownastheWolfTownships,which encompassesthefirsthalfoftheStampedeTrail.Becausethisseven-by-twenty-miletract issurroundedonthreesidesbytheprotectedacreageofthenationalpark,itharborsmore thanitsshareofwolf,bear,caribou,moose,andothergame,alocalsecretthat'sjealously guardedbythosehuntersandtrapperswhoareawareoftheanomaly.Assoonasmoose seasonopensinthefall,ahandfulofhunterstypicallypaysavisittotheoldbus,which sitsbesidetheSushanaRiveratthewesternmostendofthenonparktract,withintwo ilesoftheparkboundary. m KenThompson,theownerofanAnchorageauto-bodyshop,GordonSamel,his employee,andtheirfriendFerdieSwanson,aconstructionworker,setoutforthebuson September6,1992,stalkingmoose.Itisn'taneasyplacetoreach.Abouttenmilespast theendoftheimprovedroadtheStampedeTrailcrossestheTeklanikaRiver,afast,icy streamwhosewatersareopaquewithglacialtill.Thetrailcomesdowntotheriverbank justupstreamfromanarrowgorge,throughwhichtheTeklanikasurgesinaboilofwhite water.Theprospectoffordingthis/affe-coloredtorrentdiscouragesmostpeoplefrom travelinganyfarther. Thompson,Samel,andSwanson,however,arecontumaciousAlaskanswithaspecial fondnessfordrivingmotorvehicleswheremotorvehiclesaren'treallydesignedtobe driven.UponarrivingattheTeklanika,theyscoutedthebanksuntiltheylocatedawide, braidedsectionwithrelativelyshallowchannels,andthentheysteeredheadlongintothe flood. "Iwentfirst,"Thompsonsays."Theriverwasprobablyseventy-fivefeetacrossand realswift.Myrigisajacked-upeighty-twoDodgefourbyfourwiththirty-eight-inch rubberonit,andthewaterwasrightuptothehood.AtonepointIdidn'tthinkI'dget across.Gordonhasaeight-thousand-poundwinchonthefrontofhisrig;Ihadhim followrightbehindsohecouldpullmeoutifIwentoutofsight." Thompsonmadeittothefarbankwithoutincident,followedbySamelandSwanson intheirtrucks.Inthebedsoftwoofthepickupswerelight-weightall-terrainvehicles:a three-wheelerandafour-wheeler.Theyparkedthebigrigsonagravelbar,unloadedthe ATVs,andcontinuedtowardthebusinthesmaller,moremaneuverablemachines. Afewhundredyardsbeyondtheriverthetraildisappearedintoaseriesofchest-deep beaverponds.Undeterred,thethreeAlaskansdynamitedtheoffendingstickdamsand rainedtheponds.Thentheymotoredonward,uparockycreekbedandthroughdense d alderthickets.Itwaslateafternoonbythetimetheyfinallyarrivedatthebus.Whenthey gotthere,accordingtoThompson,theyfound"aguyandagirlfromAnchoragestanding fiftyfeetaway,lookingkindaspooked." Neitherofthemhadbeeninthebus,butthey'dbeencloseenoughtonotice"areal badsmellfrominside."Amakeshiftsignalflag—aredknittedlegwarmerofthesort wornbydancers—wasknottedtotheendofanalderbranchbythevehicle'srearexit. Thedoorwasajar,andtapedtoitwasadisquietingnote.Handwritteninneatblock lettersonapagetornfromanovelbyNikolayGogol,itread: S.O.S.INEEDYOURHELP.IAMINJURED,NEARDEATH,ANDTOOWEAKTO HIKEOUTOFHEREIAMALLALONE,THISISNOJOKE.INTHENAMEOFGOD, PLEASEREMAINTOSAVEME.IAMOUTCOLLECTINGBERRIESCLOSEBYAND SHALLRETURNTHISEVENING.THANKYOU,CHRISMCCANDLESS.AUGUST? heAnchoragecouplehadbeentooupsetbytheimplicationofthenoteandthe T overpoweringodorofdecaytoexaminethebus'sinterior,soSamelsteeledhimselfto takealook.ApeekthroughawindowrevealedaRemingtonrifle,aplasticboxofshells, eightorninepaperbackbooks,sometornjeans,cookingutensils,andanexpensive backpack.Intheveryrearofthevehicle,onajerry-builtbunk,wasabluesleepingbag thatappearedtohavesomethingorsomeoneinsideit,although,saysSamel,"itwashard tobeabsolutelysure. "Istoodonastump,"Samelcontinues,"reachedthrougha backwindow,andgavethebagashake.Therewasdefinitelysomethinginit,but whateveritwasdidn'tweighmuch.Itwasn'tuntilIwalkedaroundtotheothersideand sawaheadstickingoutthatIknewforcertainwhatitwas."ChrisMcCandlesshadbeen deadfortwoandahalfweeks. Samel,amanofstrongopinions,decidedthebodyshouldbeevacuatedrightaway. Therewasn'troomonhisorThompson'ssmallmachinetohaulthedeadpersonout, however,norwastherespaceontheAnchoragecouple'sATV.Ashortwhilelaterasixth personappearedonthescene,ahunterfromHealynamedButchKillian.BecauseKillian wasdrivinganArgo—alargeamphibiouseight-wheeledATV—Samelsuggestedthat Killianevacuatetheremains,butKilliandeclined,insistingitwasataskmoreproperly lefttotheAlaskaStateTroopers. Killian,acoalminerwhomoonlightsasanemergencymedicaltechnicianforthe HealyVolunteerFireDepartment,hadatwo-wayradioontheArgo.Whenhecouldn't raiseanybodyfromwherehewas,hestarteddrivingbacktowardthehighway;fivemiles downthetrail,justbeforedark,hemanagedtomakecontactwiththeradiooperatorat theHealypowerplant."Dispatch,"hereported,"thisisButch.Youbettercallthe troopers.There'samanbackinthebusbytheSushana.Lookslikehe'sbeendeadfora while." Ateight-thirtythenextmorning,apolicehelicoptertoucheddownnoisilybesidethe businablizzardofdustandswirlingaspenleaves.Thetroopersmadeacursory examinationofthevehicleanditsenvironsforsignsoffoulplayandthendeparted. hentheyflewaway,theytookMcCandlesssremains,acamerawithfiverollsof W exposedfilm,theSOSnote,andadiary—writtenacrossthelasttwopagesofafield guidetoedibleplants—thatrecordedtheyoungman'sfinalweeksin113terse, enigmaticentries. ThebodywastakentoAnchorage,whereanautopsywasperformedattheScientific CrimeDetectionLaboratory.Theremainsweresobadlydecomposedthatitwas impossibletodetermineexactlywhenMcCandlesshaddied,butthecoronercouldfind nosignofmassiveinternalinjuriesorbrokenbones. Virtuallynosubcutaneousfatremainedonthebody,andthemuscleshadwithered significantlyinthedaysorweekspriortodeath.Atthetimeoftheautopsy, cCandless'sremainsweighedsixty-sevenpounds.Starvationwaspositedasthemost M probablecauseofdeath. McCandless'ssignaturehadbeenpennedatthebottomoftheSOSnote,andthe photos,whendeveloped,includedmanyself-portraits.Butbecausehehadbeencarrying noidentification,theauthoritiesdidn'tknowwhohewas,wherehewasfrom,orwhyhe wasthere. HAPTERTHREE C CARTHAGE /wantedmovementandnotacalmcourseofexistence.Iwantedexcitementand dangerandthechancetosacrificemyselfformylove.Ifeltinmyselfasuperabundance ofenergywhichfoundnooutletinourquietlife. leotolstoy,"familyhappiness" passagehighlightedinoneofthebooks foundwithchrismccandless'sremains Itshouldnotbedenied...thatbeingfootloosehasalwaysexhilaratedus.Itis associatedinourmindswithescapefromhistoryandoppressionandlawandirksome obligations,withabsolutefreedom,andtheroadhasalwaysledwest. wallacestegner,theamericanwestaslivingspace Carthage,SouthDakota,population274,isasleepylittleclusterofclapboardhouses, tidyyards,andweatheredbrickstorefrontsrisinghumblyfromtheimmensityofthe northernplains,setadriftintime.Statelyrowsofcottonwoodsshadeagridofstreets seldomdisturbedbymovingvehicles.There'sonegroceryintown,onebank,asinglegas tation,alonebar—theCabaret,whereWayneWesterbergissippingacocktailand s chewingonasweetcigar,rememberingtheoddyoungmanheknewasAlex. TheCabaret'splywood-paneledwallsarehungwithdeerantlers,OldMilwaukeebeer promos,andmawkishpaintingsofgamebirdstakingflight.Tendrilsofcigarettesmoke risefromclumpsoffarmersinoverallsanddustyfeedcaps,theirtiredfacesasgrimyas coalminers'.Speakinginshort,matter-of-factphrases,theyworryaloudoverthefickle eatherandfieldsofsunflowersstilltoowettocut,whileabovetheirheadsRossPerots w sneeringvisageflickersacrossasilenttelevisionscreen.Ineightdaysthenationwill electBillClintonpresident.It'sbeennearlytwomonthsnowsincethebodyofChris McCandlessturnedupinAlaska. "ThesearewhatAlexusedtodrink,"saysWesterbergwithafrown,swirlingtheice inhisWhiteRussian."Heusedtositrightthereattheendofthebarandtellusthese amazingstoriesofhistravels.Hecouldtalkforhours.Alotoffolkshereintowngot prettyattachedtooldAlex.Kindofastrangedealwhathappenedtohim." Westerberg,ahyperkineticmanwiththickshouldersandablackgoatee,ownsagrain elevatorinCarthageandanotheroneafewmilesoutoftownbutspendseverysummer runningacustomcombinecrewthatfollowstheharvestfromTexasnorthtothe Canadianborder.Inthefallof1990,hewaswrappinguptheseasoninnorth-central Montana,cuttingbarleyforCoorsandAnheuser-Busch.OntheafternoonofSeptember 10,drivingoutofCutBankafterbuyingsomepartsforamalfunctioningcombine,he pulledoverforahitchhiker,anamiablekidwhosaidhisnamewasAlexMcCandless. McCandlesswassmallishwiththehard,stringyphysiqueofanitinerantlaborer. Therewassomethingarrestingabouttheyoungster'seyes.Darkandemotive,they suggestedatraceofexoticbloodinhisheritage—Greek,maybe,orChippewa—and conveyedavulnerabilitythatmadeWesterbergwanttotakethekidunderhiswing.He hadthekindofsensitivegoodlooksthatwomenmadeabigfussover,Westerberg imagined.Hisfacehadastrangeelasticity:Itwouldbeslackandexpressionlessone minute,onlytotwistsuddenlyintoagaping,oversizegrinthatdistortedhisfeaturesand exposedamouthfulofhorsyteeth.Hewasnearsightedandworesteel-rimmedglasses. Helookedhungry. TenminutesafterpickingupMcCandless,Westerbergstoppedinthetownof Ethridgetodeliverapackagetoafriend."Heofferedusbothabeer,"saysWesterberg, "andaskedAlexhowlongit'dbeensinceheate.Alexallowedhowit'dbeenacoupleof days.Saidhe'dkindofrunoutofmoney."Overhearingthis,thefriendswifeinsistedon cookingAlexabigdinner,whichhewolfeddown,andthenhefellasleepatthetable. McCandlesshadtoldWesterbergthathisdestinationwasSacoHotSprings,240 milestotheeastonU.S.Highway2,aplacehe'dheardaboutfromsome"rubbertramps" (i.e.,vagabondswhoownedavehicle;asdistinguishedfrom"leathertramps,"who lackedpersonaltransportationandwerethusforcedtohitchhikeorwalk).Westerberg hadrepliedthathecouldtakeMcCandlessonlytenmilesdowntheroad,atwhichpoint hewouldbeturningnorthtowardSunburst,wherehekeptatrailernearthefieldshewas utting.BythetimeWesterbergsteeredovertotheshouldertodropMcCandlessoff,it c wasten-thirtyatnightandraininghard."Jeeze,"Westerbergtoldhim,"Ihatetoleave yououthereinthegoddamnrain.Yougotasleepingbag—whydon'tyoucomeonupto Sunburst,spendthenightinthetrailer?" McCandlessstayedwithWesterbergforthreedays,ridingoutwithhiscreweach morningastheworkerspilotedtheirlumberingmachinesacrosstheoceanofripeblond grain.BeforeMcCandlessandWesterbergwenttheirseparateways,Westerbergtoldthe oungmantolookhimupinCarthageifheeverneededajob. y "WasonlyacoupleofweeksthatwentbybeforeAlexshowedupintown," Westerbergremembers.HegaveMcCandlessemploymentatthegrainelevatorand rentedhimacheaproominoneofthetwohousesheowned. "I'vegivenjobstolotsofhitchhikersovertheyears,"saysWesterberg."Mostofthem weren'tmuchgood,didn'treallywanttowork.ItwasadifferentstorywithAlex.Hewas thehardestworkerI'veeverseen.Didn'tmatterwhatitwas,he'ddoit:hardphysical labor,muckingrottengrainanddeadratsoutofthebottomofthehole—jobswhereyou'd getsodamndirtyyoucouldn'teventellwhatyoulookedlikeattheendoftheday.And heneverquitinthemiddleofsomething.Ifhestartedajob,he'dfinishit.Itwasalmost likeamoralthingforhim.Hewaswhatyou'dcallextremelyethical.Hesetprettyhigh standardsforhimself. "YoucouldtellrightawaythatAlexwasintelligent,"Wester-bergreflects,draining histhirddrink."Hereadalot.Usedalotofbigwords.Ithinkmaybepartofwhatgot himintotroublewasthathedidtoomuchthinking.Sometimeshetriedtoohardtomake senseoftheworld,tofigureoutwhypeoplewerebadtoeachothersooften.Acoupleof timesItriedtotellhimitwasamistaketogettoodeepintothatkindofstuff,butAlex gotstuckonthings.Healwayshadtoknowtheabsoluterightanswerbeforehecouldgo ontothenextthing." AtonepointWesterbergdiscoveredfromataxformthatMcCandless'srealnamewas Chris,notAlex."Heneverexplainedwhyhe'dchangedhisname,"saysWesterberg. "Fromthingshesaid,youcouldtellsomethingwasn'trightbetweenhimandhisfamily, butIdon'tliketopryintootherpeople'sbusiness,soIneveraskedaboutit." IfMcCandlessfeltestrangedfromhisparentsandsiblings,hefoundasurrogate familyinWesterbergandhisemployees,mostofwhomlivedinWesterberg'sCarthage home.Afewblocksfromthecenteroftown,itisasimple,two-storyVictorianinthe QueenAnnestyle,withabigcottonwoodtoweringoverthefrontyard.Theliving arrangementswerelooseandconvivial.Thefourorfiveinhabitantstookturnscooking foroneanother,wentdrinkingtogether,andchasedwomentogether,withoutsuccess. McCandlessquicklybecameenamoredofCarthage.Helikedthecommunity'sstasis, itsplebeianvirtuesandunassumingmien.Theplacewasabackeddy,apoolofjetsam beyondthepullofthemaincurrent,andthatsuitedhimjustfine.Thatfallhedevelopeda lastingbondwithboththetownandWayneWesterberg. esterberg,inhismid-thirties,wasbroughttoCarthageasayoungboybyadoptive W parents.ARenaissancemanoftheplains,heisafarmer,welder,businessman,machinist, acemechanic,commoditiesspeculator,licensedairplanepilot,computerprogrammer, electronicstroubleshooter,video-gamerepairman.ShortlybeforehemetMcCandless, however,oneofhistalentshadgothimintroublewiththelaw. Westerberghadbeendrawnintoaschemetobuildandsell"blackboxes,"which illegallyunscramblesatellite-televisiontransmissions,allowingpeopletowatch encryptedcableprogrammingwithoutpayingforit.TheFBIcaughtwindofthis,setupa sting,andarrestedWesterberg.Contrite,hecoppedapleatoasinglefelonycountandon ctober10,1990,sometwoweeksafterMcCandlessarrivedinCarthage,beganserving O afour-monthsentenceinSiouxFalls.WithWesterberginstir,therewasnoworkatthe grainelevatorforMcCandless,soonOctober23,soonerthanhemighthaveunder differentcircumstances,theboylefttownandresumedanomadicexistence. TheattachmentMcCandlessfeltforCarthageremainedpowerful,however.Before departing,hegaveWesterbergatreasured1942editionofTolstoy'sWarandPeace.On thetitlepageheinscribed,"TransferredtoWayneWesterbergfromAlexander.October, 1990.ListentoPierre."(ThelatterisareferencetoTolstoy'sprotagonistandalterego, PierreBezuhov—altruistic,questing,illegitimatelyborn.)AndMcCandlessstayedin touchwithWesterbergasheroamedtheWest,callingorwritingCarthageeverymonth ortwo.HehadallhismailforwardedtoWesterberg'saddressandtoldalmosteveryone hemetthereafterthatSouthDakotawashishome. IntruthMcCandlesshadbeenraisedinthecomfortableupper-middle-classenvirons ofAnnandale,Virginia.Hisfather,Walt,isaneminentaerospaceengineerwhodesigned advancedradarsystemsforthespaceshuttleandotherhigh-profileprojectswhileinthe employofNASAandHughesAircraftinthe1960sand70s.In1978,Waltwentinto businessforhimself,launchingasmallbuteventuallyprosperousconsultingfirm,User Systems,Incorporated.HispartnerintheventurewasChris'smother,Bil-lie.Therewere eightchildrenintheextendedfamily:ayoungersister,Carine,withwhomChriswas extremelyclose,andsixhalf-brothersandsistersfromWalt'sfirstmarriage. InMay1990,ChrisgraduatedfromEmoryUniversityinAtlanta,wherehe'dbeena columnistfor,andeditorof,thestudentnewspaper,TheEmoryWheel,andhad distinguishedhimselfasahistoryandanthropologymajorwitha3.72grade-point average.HewasofferedmembershipinPhiBetaKappabutdeclined,insistingthattitles andhonorsareirrelevant. Thefinaltwoyearsofhiscollegeeducationhadbeenpaidforwithaforty-thousanddollar bequestleftbyafriendofthefamily's;morethantwenty-fourthousanddollars remainedatthetimeofChris'sgraduation,moneyhisparentsthoughtheintendedtouse forlawschool."Wemisreadhim,"hisfatheradmits.WhatWalt,Billie,andCarinedidn't knowwhentheyflewdowntoAtlantatoattendChris'scommencement—whatnobody knew—wasthathewouldshortlydonateallthemoneyinhiscollegefundtoOXFAM America,acharitydedicatedtofightinghunger. hegraduationceremonywasonMay12,aSaturday.Thefamilysatthroughalongwinded T commencementaddressdeliveredbySecretaryofLaborElizabethDole,andthen BilliesnappedpicturesofagrinningChristraversingthestagetoreceivehisdiploma. ThenextdaywasMother'sDay.ChrisgaveBilliecandy,flowers,asentimentalcard. Shewassurprisedandextremelytouched:Itwasthefirstpresentshehadreceivedfrom hersoninmorethantwoyears,sincehehadannouncedtohisparentsthat,onprinciple, hewouldnolongergiveoracceptgifts.Indeed,ChrishadonlyrecentlyupbraidedWalt andBillieforexpressingtheirdesiretobuyhimanewcarasagraduationpresentandoffering topayforlawschooliftherewasn'tenoughmoneyleftinhiscollegefundtocover it. ealreadyhadaperfectlygoodcar,heinsisted:abeloved1982DatsunB210, H slightlydentedbutmechanicallysound,with128,000milesontheodometer."Ican't believethey'dtryandbuymeacar,"helatercomplainedinalettertoCarine, orthattheythinkI'dactuallyletthempayformylawschoolifIwasgoingtogo....I've toldthemamilliontimesthatIhavethebestcarintheworld,acarthathasspannedthe continentfromMiamitoAlaska,acarthathasinallthosethousandsofmilesnotgiven measingleproblem,acarthatIwillnevertradein,acarthatIamverystrongly attachedto—yettheyignorewhatIsayandthinkI'dactuallyacceptanewcarfrom them!I'mgoingtohavetoberealcarefulnottoacceptanygiftsfromtheminthefuture becausetheywillthinktheyhaveboughtmyrespect. ChrishadpurchasedthesecondhandyellowDatsunwhenhewasaseniorinhigh school.Intheyearssince,he'dbeeninthehabitoftakingitonextendedsoloroadtrips whenclassesweren'tinsession,andduringthatgraduationweekendhecasually mentionedtohisparentsthatheintendedtospendtheupcomingsummerontheroadas well.Hisexactwordswere"IthinkI'mgoingtodisappearforawhile." Neitherparentmadeanythingofthisannouncementatthetime,althoughWaltdid gentlyadmonishhisson,saying"Hey,makesureyoucomeseeusbeforeyougo."Chris smiledandsortofnodded,aresponsethatWaltandBillietookasanaffirmationthathe wouldvisittheminAnnandalebeforethesummerwasout,andthentheysaidtheirgoodbyes. TowardtheendofJune,Chris,stillinAtlanta,mailedhisparentsacopyofhisfinal gradereport:AinApartheidandSouthAfricanSocietyandHistoryofAnthropological Thought;AminusinContemporaryAfricanPoliticsandtheFoodCrisisinAfrica.A briefnotewasattached: Hereisacopyofmyfinaltranscript.GradewisethingswentprettywellandIended pwithahighcumulativeaverage. u Thankyouforthepictures,theshavinggear,andthepostcardfromParis.Itseems thatyoureallyenjoyedyourtripthere.Itmusthavebeenalotoffun. IgaveLloyd[Chris'sclosestfriendatEmory]hispicture,andhewasverygrateful; hedidnothaveashotofhisdiplomagettinghandedtohim. Notmuchelsehappening,butit'sstartingtogetrealhotandhumiddownhere.Say Hitoeveryoneforme. ItwasthelastanyoneinChris'sfamilywouldeverhearfromhim. DuringthatfinalyearinAtlanta,Chrishadlivedoffcampusinamonkishroom furnishedwithlittlemorethanathinmattressonthefloor,milkcrates,andatable.He keptitasorderlyandspotlessasamilitarybarracks.Andhedidn'thaveaphone,soWalt andBilliehadnowayofcallinghim. BythebeginningofAugust1990,Chris'sparentshadheardnothingfromtheirson sincethey'dreceivedhisgradesinthemail,sotheydecidedtodrivedowntoAtlantafor avisit.Whentheyarrivedathisapartment,itwasemptyandaFORRENTsignwastaped tothewindow.ThemanagersaidthatChrishadmovedoutattheendofJune.Waltand Billiereturnedhometofindthatallthelettersthey'dsenttheirsonthatsummerhadbeen returnedinabundle."ChrishadinstructedthepostofficetoholdthemuntilAugust1, pparentlysowewouldn'tknowanythingwasup,"saysBillie."Itmadeusvery,very a worried." BythenChriswaslonggone.Fiveweeksearlierhe'dloadedallhisbelongingsinto hislittlecarandheadedwestwithoutanitinerary.Thetripwastobeanodysseyinthe fullestsenseoftheword,anepicjourneythatwouldchangeeverything.Hehadspentthe previousfouryears,ashesawit,preparingtofulfillanabsurdandonerousduty:to graduatefromcollege.Atlonglasthewasunencumbered,emancipatedfromthestifling worldofhisparentsandpeers,aworldofabstractionandsecurityandmaterialexcess,a worldinwhichhefeltgrievouslycutofffromtherawthrobofexistence. DrivingwestoutofAtlanta,heintendedtoinventanutterly newlifeforhimself,oneinwhichhewouldbefreetowallowinunfiltered experience.Tosymbolizethecompleteseverancefromhispreviouslife,heevenadopted anewname.NolongerwouldheanswertoChrisMcCandless;hewasnowAlexander Super-tramp,masterofhisowndestiny. [SeeMapPage24] CHAPTERFOUR DETRITALWASH Thedesertistheenvironmentofrevelation,geneticallyandphysiologicallyalien, sensorilyaustere,estheticallyabstract,historicallyinimical....Itsformsareboldand suggestive.Themindisbesetbylightandspace,thekinestheticnoveltyofaridity,high temperature,andwind.Thedesertskyisencircling,majestic,terrible.Inotherhabitats, therimofskyabovethehorizontalisbrokenorobscured;here,togetherwiththe overheadportion,itisinfinitelyvasterthanthatofrollingcountrysideandforestlands.. ..Inanunobstructedskythecloudsseemmoremassive,sometimesgrandlyreflecting theearth'scurvatureontheirconcaveundersides.Theangularityofdesertlandforms impartsamonumentalarchitecturetothecloudsaswellastotheland.... Tothedesertgoprophetsandhermits;throughdesertsgopilgrimsandexiles.Here theleadersofthegreatreligionshavesoughtthetherapeuticandspiritualvaluesof retreat,nottoescapebuttofindreality. paulshepard,maninthelandscape: AHISTORICVIEWOFTHEESTHETICSOFNATURE Thebear-pawpoppy,Arctomeconcalifomica,isawildflowerfoundinanisolated corneroftheMojaveDesertandnowhereelseintheworld.Inlatespringitbriefly producesadelicategoldenbloom,butformostoftheyeartheplanthuddlesunadorned ndunnoticedontheparchedearth.A.califomicaissufficientlyrarethatithasbeen a classifiedasanendangeredspecies.InOctober1990,morethanthreemonthsafter McCan-dlessleftAtlanta,aNationalParkServicerangernamedBudWalshwassentinto thebackcountryofLakeMeadNationalRecreationAreatotallybear-pawpoppiesso thatthefederalgovernmentmightbetterknowjusthowscarcetheplantswere. A.califomicagrowsonlyingypsumsoilofasortthatoccursinabundancealongthe outhshoreofLakeMead,sothatiswhereWalshledhisteamofrangerstoconductthe s botanicalsurvey.TheyturnedoffTempleBarRoad,drovetworoadlessmilesdownthe bedofDetritalWash,parkedtheirrigsnearthelakeshore,andstartedscramblingupthe steepeastbankofthewash,aslopeofcrumblywhitegypsum.Afewminuteslater,as theynearedthetopofthebank,oneoftherangershappenedtoglancebackdownintothe washwhilepausingtocatchhisbreath."Hey!Lookdownthere!"heyelled."Whatthe hellisthat?" Attheedgeofthedryriverbed,inathicketofsaltbushnotfarfromwheretheyhad parked,alargeobjectwasconcealedbeneathadun-coloredtarpaulin.Whentherangers pulledoffthetarp,theyfoundanoldyellowDatsunwithoutlicenseplates.Anotetaped tothewindshieldread,"Thispieceofshithasbeenabandoned.Whoevercangetitoutof herecanhaveit." Thedoorshadbeenleftunlocked.Thefloorboardswereplasteredwithmud, apparentlyfromarecentflashflood.Whenhelookedinside,WalshfoundaGianini guitar,asaucepancontaining$4.93inloosechange,afootball,agarbagebagfullofold clothes,afishingrodandtackle,anewelectricrazor,aharmonica,asetofjumper cables,twenty-fivepoundsofrice,andintheglovecompartment,thekeystothe vehicle'signition. Therangerssearchedthesurroundingarea"foranythingsuspicious,"accordingto Walsh,andthendeparted.Fivedayslateranotherrangerreturnedtotheabandoned vehicle,managedtojump-startitwithoutdifficultyanddroveitouttotheNationalPark ServicemaintenanceyardatTempleBar."Hedroveitbackatsixtymilesanhour," Walshrecalls."Saidthethingranlikeachamp."Attemptingtolearnwhoownedthecar, therangerssentoutabulletinovertheTeletypetorelevantlaw-enforcementagencies andranadetailedsearchofcomputerrecordsacrosstheSouthwesttoseeiftheDatsuns VINwasassociatedwithanycrimes.Nothingturnedup. Byandbytherangerstracedthecar'sserialnumbertotheHertzCorporation,the vehicle'soriginalowner;Hertzsaidtheyhadsolditasausedrentalcarmanyyears earlierandhadnointerestinreclaimingit."Whoa!Great!"Walshremembersthinking. "Afreebiefromtheroadgods—acarlikethiswillmakeagreatundercovervehiclefor druginterdiction."Andindeeditdid.OverthenextthreeyearstheParkServiceusedthe Datsuntomakeundercoverdrugbuysthatledtonumerousarrestsinthecrime-plagued nationalrecreationarea,includingthebustofahigh-volumemethamphetaminedealer operatingoutofatrailerparknearBullheadCity. "We'restillgettingalotofmileageoutofthatoldcarevennow,"Walshproudly r eportstwoandahalfyearsafterfindingtheDatsun."Putafewbucksofgasinthething, anditwillgoallday.Realreliable.Ikindofwonderedwhynobodyevershowedupto reclaimit." TheDatsun,ofcourse,belongedtoChrisMcCandless.Afterpilotingitwestoutof Atlanta,he'darrivedinLakeMeadNationalRecreationAreaonJuly6,ridingagiddy Emersonianhigh.Ignoringpostedwarningsthatoff-roaddrivingisstrictlyforbidden, McCandlesssteeredtheDatsunoffthepavementwhereitcrossedabroad,sandywash. edrovetwomilesdowntheriverbedtothesouthshoreofthelake.Thetemperature H was120degreesFahrenheit.Theemptydesertstretchedintothedistance,shimmeringin theheat.Surroundedbychollas,bursage,andthecomicalscurryingofcollaredlizards, McCandlesspitchedhistentinthepunyshadeofatamariskandbaskedinhisnewfound freedom. DetritalWashextendsforsomefiftymilesfromLakeMeadintothemountainsnorth ofKingman;itdrainsabigchunkofcountry.Mostoftheyearthewashisasdryas chalk.Duringthesummermonths,however,superheatedairrisesfromthescorchedearth likebubblesfromthebottomofaboilingkettle,rushingheavenwardinturbulent convectioncurrents.Frequentlytheupdraftscreatecellsofmuscular,anvil-headed cumulonimbuscloudsthatcanrisethirtythousandfeetormoreabovetheMojave.Two daysafterMcCandlesssetupcampbesideLakeMead,anunusuallyrobustwallof thunderheadsrearedupintheafternoonsky,anditbegantorain,veryhard,overmuchof theDetritalValley. McCandlesswascampedattheedgeofthewash,acoupleoffeethigherthanthe mainchannel,sowhentheboreofbrownwatercamerushingdownfromthehigh country,hehadjustenoughtimetogatherhistentandbelongingsandsavethemfrom beingsweptaway.Therewasnowheretomovethecar,however,astheonlyrouteof egresswasnowafoaming,full-blownriver.Asitturnedout,theflashflooddidn'thave enoughpowertocarryawaythevehicleoreventodoanylastingdamage.Butitdidget theenginewet,sowetthatwhenMcCandlesstriedtostartthecarsoonthereafter,the enginewouldn'tcatch,andinhisimpatiencehedrainedthebattery. WiththebatterydeadtherewasnowaytogettheDatsunrunning.Ifhehopedtoget thecarbacktoapavedroad,McCandlesshadnochoicebuttowalkoutandnotifythe authoritiesofhispredicament.Ifhewenttotherangers,however,theywouldhavesome irksomequestionsforhim:Whyhadheignoredpostedregulationsanddrivendownthe washinthefirstplace?Washeawarethatthevehicle'sregistrationhadexpiredtwoyears beforeandhadnotbeenrenewed?Didheknowthathisdriverslicensehadalsoexpired, andthevehiclewasuninsuredaswell? Truthfulresponsestothesequerieswerenotlikelytobewellreceivedbytherangers. McCandlesscouldendeavortoexplainthatheansweredtostatutesofahigherorder— thatasalatter-dayadherentofHenryDavidThoreau,hetookasgospeltheessay"Onthe DutyofCivilDisobedience"andthusconsideredithismoralresponsibilitytofloutthe lawsofthestate.Itwasimprobable,however,thatdeputiesofthefederalgovernment wouldsharehispointofview.Therewouldbethicketsofredtapetonegotiateandfines topay.Hisparentswouldnodoubtbecontacted.Buttherewasawaytoavoidsuch aggravation:HecouldsimplyabandontheDatsunandresumehisodysseyonfoot.And that'swhathedecidedtodo. Insteadoffeelingdistraughtoverthisturnofevents,moreover,McCandlesswas exhilarated:Hesawtheflashfloodasanopportunitytoshedunnecessarybaggage.He concealedthecarasbesthecouldbeneathabrowntarp,strippeditofitsVirginiaplates, andhidthem.HeburiedhisWinchesterdeer-huntingrifleandafewotherpossessions thathemightonedaywanttorecover.Then,inagesturethatwouldhavedoneboth ThoreauandTolstoyproud,hearrangedallhispapercurrencyinapileonthesand—a patheticlittlestackofonesandfivesandtwenties—andputamatchtoit.Onehundred twenty-threedollarsinlegaltenderwaspromptlyreducedtoashandsmoke. WeknowallofthisbecauseMcCandlessdocumentedtheburningofhismoneyand mostoftheeventsthatfollowedinajournal-snapshotalbumhewouldlaterleavewith WayneWest-erbergforsafekeepingbeforedepartingforAlaska.Althoughthetoneof thejournal—writteninthethirdpersoninastilted,self-consciousnessvoice—oftenveers towardmelodrama,theavailableevidenceindicatesthatMcCandlessdidnot misrepresentthefacts;tellingthetruthwasacredohetookseriously. Afterloadinghisfewremainingpossessionsintoabackpack,McCandlesssetouton July10tohikearoundLakeMead.This,hisjournalacknowledges,turnedouttobea "tremendousmistake....InextremeJulytemperaturesbecomesdelirious."Sufferingfrom heatstroke,hemanagedtoflagdownsomepassingboaters,whogavehimaliftto CallvilleBay,amarinanearthewestendofthelake,wherehestuckouthisthumband tooktotheroad. McCandlesstrampedaroundtheWestforthenexttwomonths,spellboundbythe scaleandpowerofthelandscape,thrilledbyminorbrusheswiththelaw,savoringthe intermittentcompanyofothervagabondshemetalongtheway.Allowinghislifetobe shapedbycircumstance,hehitchedtoLakeTahoe,hikedintotheSierraNevada,and spentaweekwalkingnorthonthePacificCrestTrailbeforeexitingthemountainsand returningtothepavement. AttheendofJuly,heacceptedaridefromamanwhocalledhimselfCrazyErnieand offeredMcCandlessajobonaranchinnorthernCalifornia;photographsoftheplace showanun-painted,tumbledownhousesurroundedbygoatsandchickens,bedsprings, brokentelevisions,shoppingcarts,oldappliances,andmoundsandmoundsofgarbage. Afterworkingthereelevendayswithsixothervagabonds,itbecamecleartoMcCandless thatErniehadnointentionofeverpayinghim,sohestolearedten-speedbicyclefrom theclutterintheyard,pedaledintoChico,andditchedthebikeinamallparkinglot. Thenheresumedalifeofconstantmotion,ridinghisthumbnorthandwestthroughRed Bluff,Weaverville,andWillowCreek. AtArcata,California,inthedrippingredwoodforestsofthePacificshore, McCandlessturnedrightonU.S.Highway101andheadedupthecoast.Sixtymiles southoftheOregonline,nearthetownofOrick,apairofdriftersinanoldvanpulled vertoconsulttheirmapwhentheynoticedaboycrouchinginthebushesoffthesideof o theroad."Hewaswearinglongshortsandthisreallystupidhat,"saysJanBurres,a forty-one-year-oldrubbertrampwhowastravelingaroundtheWestsellingknick-knacks atfleamarketsandswapmeetswithherboyfriend,Bob."Hehadabookaboutplants withhim,andhewasusingittopickberries,collectingtheminagallonmilkjugwith thetopcutoff.Helookedprettypitiful,soIyelled,'Hey,youwantaridesomewhere?'I thoughtmaybewecouldgivehimamealorsomething. "Wegottotalking.Hewasanicekid.SaidhisnamewasAlex.Andhewasbig-time ungry.Hungry,hungry,hungry.Butrealhappy.Saidhe'dbeensurvivingonedible h plantsheidentifiedfromthebook.Likehewasrealproudofit.Saidhewastramping aroundthecountry,havingabigoldadventure.Hetoldusaboutabandoninghiscar, aboutburningallhismoney.Isaid,'Whywouldyouwanttodothat?'Claimedhedidn't needmoney.IhaveasonaboutthesameageAlexwas,andwe'vebeenestrangedfora fewyearsnow.SoIsaidtoBob,'Man,wegottotakethiskidwithus.Youneedto schoolhimaboutsomethings.'AlextookaridefromusuptoOrickBeach,wherewe werestaying,andcampedwithusforaweek.Hewasareallygoodkid.We thoughttheworldofhim.Whenheleft,weneverexpectedtohearfromhimagain, buthemadeapointofstayingintouch.ForthenexttwoyearsAlexsentusapostcard everymonthortwo." FromOrick,McCandlesscontinuednorthupthecoast.HepassedthroughPistol River,CoosBay,SealRock,Manzanita,As-toria;Hoquiam,Humptulips,Queets;Forks, PortAngeles,PortTownsend,Seattle."Hewasalone,"asJamesJoycewroteofStephen Dedalus,hisartistasayoungman."Hewasunheeded,happy,andneartothewildheart oflife.Hewasaloneandyoungandwilfulandwildhearted,aloneamidawasteofwild airandbrackishwatersandtheseaharvestofshellsandtangleandveiledgreysunlight." OnAugust10,shortlybeforemeetingJanBurresandBob,McCandlesshadbeen ticketedforhitchhikingnearWillowCreek,inthegold-miningcountryeastofEureka.In anuncharacteristiclapse,McCandlessgavehisparents'Annandaleaddresswhenthe arrestingofficerdemandedtoknowhispermanentplaceofresidence.Theunpaidticket appearedinWaltandBil-lie'smailboxattheendofAugust.