I just finished reading Jon Krakauer's Into the Wild two nights ago. It is an amazing story, but has caused me several sleepless nights, as a mother and a former rebellious teenager.
Jon Krakauer retraces the footsteps of "A young man from a well-to-do family, who in April 1992, hitchhiked to Alaska and walked alone into the wilderness north of Mt. McKinley. His name was Christopher Johnson McCandless. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the money in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. Four months later, his decomposed body was found by a moose hunter..."
Throughout the story, you learn the background of Chris' life and the details of his travels as Alex. The author leaves to the opinion of the reader whether Chris was crazy and suicidal or just a young man seeking something larger from the world, although his personal experiences lead the tone of the book toward the latter.
I have to agree. I was once a teenager looking for something bigger in the world. Like Chris, my parents would have/will do anything for me, but staying in the same, sheltered community was too much for me. I had to go out on my own, make my own mistakes and find my own path. Granted, I did not hitchhike through much of the US, cut off my parents completely, lie about my identity and decide to go on an 'Alaskan Adventure', ill-prepared and all alone. But I understand the need for the distance.
What scares me about this story are the risks that I have taken, and how they could have left me in the same situation as Chris. Again, I did not hitchhike to Alaska, but I have made some bad decisions that could have left me hurt or dead. I think the difference is, that I kept in touch with my family and friends, and someone knew where I was, where to find me and how to contact me. I did not cut myself off from the world. I think what scares me the most is thinking about this person suffering all alone.
Please read this book. You will gain a greater appreciation for warmth, food and life.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Happy Halloween!
Okay, so I'm a few days behind. But I have been posting about our trip and working on a Christmas project for my mom, sister-in-law and grandma - also known as: procrastinating about unpacking.
We carved pumpkins on Saturday. S was such a girl - she only wanted to use the little shovel to scoop out the pumpkin guts and did not was to touch it with her bare hands. I, on the other hand, learned that I am allergic to Canadian pumpkins, as my hand that I used to remove the guts broke out in hives. Good thing we had benadryl on hand - after I frantically rummaged through the unpacked bathroom boxes. Crisis averted.
S had no idea how much she was about to love the events of the night to follow.
We carved pumpkins on Saturday. S was such a girl - she only wanted to use the little shovel to scoop out the pumpkin guts and did not was to touch it with her bare hands. I, on the other hand, learned that I am allergic to Canadian pumpkins, as my hand that I used to remove the guts broke out in hives. Good thing we had benadryl on hand - after I frantically rummaged through the unpacked bathroom boxes. Crisis averted.
We got our first Canadian snow Halloween morning - not sure if it was the first snow of the season or not, but it was gone by noon.
S had no idea how much she was about to love the events of the night to follow.
And without further ado, our Phia-Bear...
And the loot...
S had a great time. Kahlua also came with us, but she was more apprehensive about the whole experience - I don't think she liked that her walk had to stop at each house. S needed a little coaching on saying, "Trick or Treat" and "Thank you", but by the end of the night, she had it down. She even added in her own little, "Have fun Trick or Treating" after saying, "Thank you" - as people would tell her as we were walking away. If Halloween was that much fun this year, I can only imagine how awesome Christmas is going be!!!
Move to Canada -Day 6
October 23, 2011: Bozeman, MT - Calgary, AB
Crossing the border was unbelievably simple. We had all of our documents ready to go, and we spent longer waiting to get up to the agent, than we actually spent with him.
We rolled into Calgary around 5pm, and thus began our lives as American's in Canada.
Today was my favorite day of driving. Not only was it the most beautiful, but it was the END! We drove west/north through Butte, Helena and Great Falls before crossing the border at Sweetgrass, MT/Coutts, AB. We spent the first 3 hours of our drive winding through mountain passes covered with snow clouds and rainbows.
Crossing the border was unbelievably simple. We had all of our documents ready to go, and we spent longer waiting to get up to the agent, than we actually spent with him.
We rolled into Calgary around 5pm, and thus began our lives as American's in Canada.
Things we learned today:
1. Western Montana is much more exciting to drive through than Eastern Montana
2. Alberta has railroad crossings in the middle of their highways and a World Heritage Site called "Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump" - and they think Americans are weird?
3. Canadians are obsessed with Tim Hortons
4. After being in Canada for only 3 hours and in public for about 20 minutes, I got my first official Canadian "EH?"
5. iPhones are not cool when you turn off your data and have no wifi connection
6. The metric system is going to make my life difficult in every aspect (driving, temperature, cooking, buying deli meat, getting gas, buying fabric) while we are here
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Move to Canada - Day 5
October 22, 2011: Cheyenne, WY to Bozeman, MT
This day felt like the longest day of driving on the whole trip, by far. Wyoming and Eastern Montana, although beautiful in their own rolling-plain kind of way, are really really boring. We would go miles upon miles before seeing the next town, which made us wonder how people who live on these remote lands go grocery shopping, get gas, do anything other than stay at home. They probably love that life, but for me, a city girl, it is unimaginable.
We tried to stop every couple hours to take a break, stretch our legs and convince ourselves not to turn back to Texas. These stops were the first time in our trip that I felt we really did not belong. People just stared at us. Maybe it was the Texas license plates or the New Mexico State University sweatshirts, but it was very clear they knew we weren't from around there. I was hoping this wouldn't be the norm in Calgary too.
This day felt like the longest day of driving on the whole trip, by far. Wyoming and Eastern Montana, although beautiful in their own rolling-plain kind of way, are really really boring. We would go miles upon miles before seeing the next town, which made us wonder how people who live on these remote lands go grocery shopping, get gas, do anything other than stay at home. They probably love that life, but for me, a city girl, it is unimaginable.
We tried to stop every couple hours to take a break, stretch our legs and convince ourselves not to turn back to Texas. These stops were the first time in our trip that I felt we really did not belong. People just stared at us. Maybe it was the Texas license plates or the New Mexico State University sweatshirts, but it was very clear they knew we weren't from around there. I was hoping this wouldn't be the norm in Calgary too.
Things we learned today:
1. We do not fit in at the McDonald's in Cheyenne
2. We got better phone service in the middle of Wyoming than we got in our apartment in Houston
3. Wyoming is "the equality state" with 5.4 people per square mile, ranked 49/50 ahead of only Alaska
4. New state mottos for Wyoming:
WYoming - WY did we decide to drive through this state???
WYoming - WY is everyone staring at us???
5. Deer Antelope - EVERYWHERE!
6. We have officially driving every mile of Interstate 25 from Las Cruces, NM to Buffalo, WY, not all in this trip of course
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