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I honestly think that Chris was his own worst enemy. He was so sure he could survive without help, without wilderness survival knowledge, or any supplies at all. Boots and sandwiches were literally forced on him by the man who kindly dropped him at the trailhead. I do think it's remarkable that he survived for as long as he did, and I commend him on his resourcefulness and tenacity. I just wish he was humble enough to accept help and guidance.

This story resonates with me in a profound way because I am the mother of a beautiful son who lost his life in similar circumstances. The behavioral similarities between Christopher and my son Daniel are uncanny and disturbing. My boy was found in a remote and inaccessible river in the Australian bush by canoeists six months after he died. Daniel was 30 years old and for the best part of the 5 yrs before his death sought solace without worldly possessions, being self-sufficient in the remote bushlands nearby where we lived. He was a creative but tortured soul who lived with the insidious affliction of Paranoid Schizophrenia. I suspect Christopher suffered a similar affliction, a sad and tragic story. RIP beautiful souls!

I read the book, yet was never impressed by the movie. I actually do agree that Chris needed physcological help instead of running away from issues in his life that he refused to confront. He was mad at his parents, yet never did he tell them how he felt. Carine never run away like Chris did, which is quite telling. The answers to his questions would only come from discussing his problems with his parents, not by any other means. Chris never made only one mistake. He started off making mistakes, which is how he lost his car in a flood zone, and kept making them up to when he died. He could have got the car to work again but didn't have the experience to know that he had simply flooded the battery. His car was used by law enforcement for many years afterwards, so there wasn't anything wrong with it that couldn't be fixed with basic know how and patience. He thought he knew everything and refused to take advice from anyone. His reasoning for going to seek solitude was completely screwed up. The answers he was looking for weren't to be found in nature, yet from his parents. He got to know several people along his travels, leaving them distraught when he would disappear without saying goodbye. I call this cowardice. He would tell them lies about his childhood and would tell them how they should be living their lives despite the fact that he hadn't the wisdom to sought his own out. The story of the old man at the end was just heartbreaking. He sold everything he owned and lived in the desert just waiting for him to return due to wishing to adopt him. The only person Chris held in high esteem was a felon that he worked for and was apparently jailed during the time that Chris was working for him, not exactly a great judge of character. He never cared about the lives of others he got involved with, which ended up with the old man dying awaiting his return, something that most likely would not have occurred if he hadn't listened to the rubbish Chris lectured him on. He never held himself accountable for his endless screw ups and they were endless. At such a young age, he had no right to go telling those much more mature than he, how to live their lives. Chris couldn't even confront his parents, so how dare he tell others how to live! He totally cut off his sister and never attempted to contact her. There was no excuse for this. If he loved be penniless so much, why did he continue to get jobs to make money? He never bothered to research any area he wished to go, most especially Alaska. If he had, he would have known that there wasn't much game around to be found and that he wasn't truly out in the wild, yet surrounded by cabins. To this day, many whom own these cabins believe it was Chris who had broken in to steal food from a number of them that had been rummaged through after being broken into. Most Alaskans think of him as reckless and so do I. You never set out on an adventure without being prepared. He never had a map, compass nor anything basic that one should have when entering an unfamiliar area. He took far too little food, (rice), and foolishly thought this would sustain him in freezing temperatures when the body requires the most warmth. He was already under-weight when he set off to Alaska. His so-called 'Magic Bus' was only a security blanket. If this bus wasn't there, he wouldn't have stayed in this one spot for so long. It gave him comfort and protection from the elements and lead to his downfall. When Chris decided to leave the bus and headed for the river, he took one look at the river and then went straight back to his security blanket. He never followed the river to find an easier way to possibly traverse. If he had, he would have found the cable car that just happened to be on his side of the river. It was his ignorance, arrogance and know it all attitude that lead to his demise. Of course, the bus had a large role to play in the end. How could he possibly think that going back to the bus was going to save him? He was incapable of sorting anything out for himself. He went into Alaska without any experience on how to prepare or dry out food, hence the moose disaster. His entire experience in Alaska was one disaster after the other. So many tried to warn him and even offered to drive him great distances to pay for items he would need, yet these offers were turned down as Chris thought he knew more. Even from the very start of his story, it was obvious Chris was unstable. I have a very hard time contemplating why anyone would hold someone as reckless as this up as some hero. I absolutely disagree with what he wrote in a book at the end of his life when he stated that 'Happiness is only real when shared'. Maybe, he felt this way, but it's definitely not the way that many others feel, including myself. After I heard that the bus had been removed, I couldn't be more happier. Too many delusional young people, without goals of their own, decided to follow in this very young man's footsteps and either died as a result or had to be rescued. As Chris had taken nothing with him to communicate with others, a flare-gun or anything at all to help his situation, he had no choice but to accept that he had screwed up big time. The time to save himself had come and gone. Never will his parents understand why their son disappeared without a word, as he was too gutless to speak to them as an adult would. He thought that running away was going to somehow change the lives of his parents and sister. What did Carine ever do to be cut off by him like this? She was his confidante. I'm afraid that this story never inspired me at all. I read it whilst on an adventure of my own, along with my beautiful German Shepherd companion when travelling for five long years by ourselves. Sure, I met many along the way and was never wanting for company. As I was prepared, we were warm when needed, fully fed and very well supplied. The majority of the time we 'free-camped', used solar panels, gas and extra batteries. I cannot look up and admire anyone so reckless and arrogant as Chris McCandless. Why should we be looking at his life, when he never cared for it either? There are many more who have sought out nature, yet in a responsible manner whom we should be looking towards for inspiration and not this foolish young man who thought that Mother Nature was tame and would somehow delusionally protect him. You need to ask yourselves, why follow in the footsteps of one so ill-preprared that it lead to his death? Don't they have dreams of their own to fulfill? This book made me so mad, that it's hard to contemplate picking it up again. Chris McCandless is not one to look up to, yet learn a very good lesson from. The only one responsible for his end was himself and I can't feel sorry for one so utterly negligent. Always have the Scouts saying within your mind at all times - Be Prepared! 🇦🇺💖👩🏼‍🎨

Why on earth is starving to death so attractive to young hikers? Chris could have lived there a long time if he'd trained and prepared. Living off the grid takes hard work and learning.

Mount Everest, special effects were spectacular, spared no expense 👍🤣🤣🤣 hilarious👍🤣🤣

At the same time I agree that one should not hinder or discourage people from going on an adventure (my God, I have done a few), it is still a valid point that Chris was not wise in his choices. Mistake after a mistake that led to his sad demise. So, go forth, be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid. But please, please, bring a map at least and do some research, ask locals for advice etc. Thank you for this video, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I love the way that you put things. You have a way of sharing your thoughts succinctly and beautifully. I love how you said that worry is equivalent to negativity. I have felt this way my whole life and I have lived my life accordingly. Thank you for being you.❤

Never underestimate Darwin.

Alaska is very rugged, very wild. Never go out in this raw outdoor paradise without a local guide!

I have no problem with people living on their own terms. Good for them-I admire their courage and tenacity. Chris lived more in his short life than most of us do. My only criticism with Chris is that he didn’t learn how to properly hunt and care for the meat that could have kept him alive. I fully support hunting as a means to provide for you and your family so I’m upset that the moose he bagged died in vain because of Chris’ lack of knowledge in this area. If you are going to hunt,it is your responsibility to respect the life of that animal and to use it accordingly. As for Chris, I admire him and his quest to find true meaning. Sometimes you have to travel miles and miles for that meaning and sometimes it right in your own back yard. RIP Chris. Another great video EM; thanks.

A very thoughtful perspective. The boldness to follow one's heart and create our own path is to be admired, and is just as likely to result in triumph as in tragedy. We don't know what we don't know, and I feel that Chris made peace with his mistakes in the end.

More research was all it would have taken for Chris to succeed. I got my hands on the book when it first came out. I was with him all the way.

I think u exactly touch upon the story showing an example who dared to search for the essence of life. This was so brave of him and made me think of Szilard Suhajda or other climbers who shouldnot have been stopped by family or friends..all of them needed to find their own path however it ended..

Christopher's story is interesting, but I totally agree: the insistence of similarly-badly-equipped tourists on visiting the bus and then needing rescue was a problem. I'm glad they whisked it away.

Great book and awesome movie 💯 Sadly there was a bridge just a couple of miles away but he was obviously unaware of it 😢

That article you posted from CNN "Rescues can be really taxing on us", I paused to read. The last sentence says "I dont know why they made such a big deal about that whole story. It's just never made any sense to me." Some people just don't get it. For some reason something in their life has shut down that desire to find meaning in things or in life in general. It's almost as if their desire for any kind of spiritual awakening or growth is just not there. They often live a very shallow existence and don't get to experience things like we yearn to experience. But it's the only life they know. Just an observation. :)

You never can stop young poeple......... They have to find out themeselfs.....

How in the heck did the miners even get that bus back there! A story within many stories….

Sad the bus had to be removed. I was a bit like McCandless after I read Waldon Pond. I just wanted to live in the wilderness not necessarily Alaska. Live Simply and Smile Daily.

People are lined up on both sides of his story. For, and against, but he did his own thing in his own time. Long live the “Supertramp”.

You’ve got a new fan, been binging all your videos. I always respect your perspective and always advocating for safety!

I'm so glad you are telling this story. I wish i could have made the pilgrimmage before it was removed. But what a great story to tell from Mr. Thom, one of our generation's best story tellers. :) There's something alluring to "leaving all the distractions of modern living." Absolutley. That is precisely why I left the city several years ago, am now sitting on 12 acres in the middle of nowhere looking at the Smoky Mountains on the horizon from my front porch, growing all of my own food, and daily building my self sufficient homestead. Life is much slower here. There is no better life. Sometimes I go down the mental path of regret for not doing it sooner or anxiety of wondering if I can get it all done, but I snap myself back into the now. One of my spiritual guides years ago taught me "anxiety lives in the future, regret lives in the past, but neither can exist in the now."

The “undisclosed location” the bus went after getting flown out was the Cantwell AK DOT station. I worked there and we were swarm to secrecy as it stayed the night on a flat bed trailer before getting driven to Fairbanks. Got pictures with it. Also about 21 minutes in you said “in to thin air” instead of into the wild. An easy mistake considering how much we talk about that book on this channel.

Awesome video per usual 💪🏻

Thanks Thom, I respect your opinion, and appreciate your dedication to educating our community.

Robert Service wrote the law of the wild so clearly in his famous poem, The Law of the Yukon. I lived in Alaska for four years based in Fairbanks and spent much time in the bush. There is no admiration for McCandless and his failures. Just pity. Nature doesn't care. Even the strong die in the Alaskan wilds. May he rest in peace. Here is the poem: The Law of the Yukon by Robert Service This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane - Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore; Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core; Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat, Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat. Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones; Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons; Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat; But the others - the misfits, the failures - I trample under my feet. Dissolute, damned and despairful, crippled and palsied and slain, Ye would send me the spawn of your gutters - Go! take back your spawn again. "Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway; From my ruthless throne I have ruled alone for a million years and a day; Hugging my mighty treasure, waiting for man to come, Till he swept like a turbid torrent, and after him swept - the scum. The pallid pimp of the dead-line, the enervate of the pen, One by one I weeded them out, for all that I sought was - Men. One by one I dismayed them, frighting them sore with my glooms; One by one I betrayed them unto my manifold dooms. Drowned them like rats in my rivers, starved them like curs on my plains, Rotted the flesh that was left them, poisoned the blood in their veins; Burst with my winter upon them, searing forever their sight, Lashed them with fungus-white faces, whimpering wild in the night; Staggering blind through the storm-whirl, stumbling mad through the snow, Frozen stiff in the ice-pack, brittle and bent like a bow; Featureless, formless, forsaken, scented by wolves in their flight, Left for the wind to make music through ribs that are glittering white; Gnawing the black crust of failure, searching the pit of despair, Crooking the toe in the trigger, trying to patter a prayer; Going outside with an escort, raving with lips all afoam, Writing a cheque for a million, driveling feebly of home; Lost like a louse in the burning. . .or else in the tented town Seeking a drunkard's solace, sinking and sinking down; Steeped in the slime at the bottom, dead to a decent world, Lost 'mid the human flotsam, far on the frontier hurled; In the camp at the bend of the river, with its dozen saloons aglare, Its gambling dens ariot, its gramophones all ablare; Crimped with the crimes of a city, sin-ridden and bridled with lies, In the hush of my mountained vastness, in the flush of my midnight skies. Plague-spots, yet tools of my purpose, so natheless I suffer them thrive, Crushing my Weak in their clutches, that only my Strong may survive. "But the others, the men of my mettle, the men who would 'stablish my fame Unto its ultimate issue, winning me honor, not shame; Searching my uttermost valleys, fighting each step as they go, Shooting the wrath of my rapids, scaling my ramparts of snow; Ripping the guts of my mountains, looting the beds of my creeks, Them will I take to my bosom, and speak as a mother speaks. I am the land that listens, I am the land that broods; Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods. Long have I waited lonely, shunned as a thing accurst, Monstrous, moody, pathetic, the last of the lands and the first; Visioning camp-fires at twilight, sad with a longing forlorn, Feeling my womb o'er-pregnant with the seed of cities unborn. Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway, And I wait for the men who will win me - and I will not be won in a day; And I will not be won by weaklings, subtle, suave and mild, But by men with the hearts of Vikings, and the simple faith of a child; Desperate, strong and resistless, unthrottled by fear or defeat, Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat. "Lofty I stand from each sister land, patient and wearily wise, With the weight of a world of sadness in my quiet, passionless eyes; Dreaming alone of a people, dreaming alone of a day, When men shall not rape my riches, and curse me and go away; Making a bawd of my bounty, fouling the hand that gave - Till I rise in my wrath and I sweep on their path and I stamp them into a grave. Dreaming of men who will bless me, of women esteeming me good, Of children born in my borders of radiant motherhood, Of cities leaping to stature, of fame like a flag unfurled, As I pour the tide of my riches in the eager lap of the world." This is the Law of the Yukon, that only the Strong shall thrive; That surely the Weak shall perish, and only the Fit survive. Dissolute, damned and despairful, crippled and palsied and slain, This is the Will of the Yukon, - Lo, how she makes it plain!

Hey Thom, looks like you’re on Everest again! Planning on summiting? Are you photographing again. Be safe! on Everest again?

Bus 142 exerted the same lethal pull on pilgrims that Mt Everest continues to do every year. Fortunately, Alaska had sense enough to remove the bus, and it's a shame that Mt Everest access can't be regulated similarly.

Nice presentation, Thom. Very interesting. Given his sad ending I agree with his sister. The hubris of youth . . .

Please don't go to Everest anymore. You were starting to lose your mind and talking to a cat!

I’ve had this desire of being a mountain man my whole life. I think anyone who loves the outdoors wishes they could do it forever or go back to a time when there were parts of the map left blank.

Truly fabulous youtube video. Jon Krakauer's book "Into the Wild" was the first I read by him. I had a huge interest, as I had the same drive to at times escape the drama of day to day life. I lived in Newfoundland Canada at the time and would go out every year in July a few weeks into the wilds on NFLD. I would hike back into a remote section of a salmon river call Branch River and fly fish every day from sun up to sun down. This was minimalist camping, I would take bare essentials and basically survive on the land while I was there. It was not easy, and at times I came back multiple kilograms lost, hungry and exhausted. Not to talk about the dangers of navigating the river crossings as you move upstream (or down) to get to more productive pools (a few very close calls with injury). I can't imagine trying to survive for long term without planning. There are times in the year when nature simply does not provide. July is one, too early for foraging for many of the berries and to collects roots and greens depends on you having a firm understand of what you are harvesting. I had the limitation of not being able to hunt game because of the laws against harvesting game out of season and without a license. I think Chris was naïve and unprepared for the challenge he set for himself. The biggest mistake, in my opinion, is that the river eliminated a solid back out plan at certain times of the year. Unfortunately, he ate the wrong seeds and got sick when he could not cross the river. That said, he chased his dreams and died pursuing them. I have always said, that when I get old and the end is near, I would love to go on that trip to the Branch, and die on the side of the river with a fly rod in my hand and a salmon widely fighting on the end of the line. Chris, maybe with better planning, you did not have to die, but I salute you.

When I hear stories like this one, I feel very sad for a waste young life. He threw his precious wonderful life away. There are literally millions of people who dream of having what he had: good family, financial support, health, looks, youth.

Thanks. You always bring good and interesting - not just wide-eyed - perspectives on these stories. Well done on this one.

This is the BEST video about this thing out there.

Well, the starving to death puts a damper on the whole adventure

Ad from Everest, now that is something!

I grew up on a small farm, doing many outdoor activities. A lot of people romanticize the kind of life McCandless was living but honestly it's very difficult. I personally think he was mentally ill. What makes life worth living is my connections with other people. You can't get those connections from nature alone. You can be incredibly close to nature but your connections with other people will always be different. If you are unable to make those connections with other people, there's likely something wrong with you mentally. You should seek professional help.

I love your spirit 😊

Read the book soon after it came out and was engrossed and fascinated through the whole reading. There are people who are driven to extreme adventures maybe in search of true meaning for themselves or testing their abilities and perseverance. I'm not one of them. I do my searching inwardly and often. I'm ok with people making these choices for themselves but that choice should not come with the expectation that others will have to endanger themselves to rescue them if things go bad.

Yeah. Sorry. I was trying to make a general comment not necessarily replying to you directly. I am legally blind so I have some difficulty with these interfaces sometimes. I don't usually comment but I agree with you. It seems to me romanticizing this unfortunate guy will only lead others into a dangerous situation that they may not be able to handle.

I seek great knowledge, escape, wisdom, peace. I shall find it in a bus.

Watching videos and reading a few books does not make one a expert on anything including living off the land. Hard lesson to learn the hard way.

His biggest mistake was not taking a map. He would have seen the cable crossing over the Teklanika not far away. He decided to try to 100% rely on his instincts and go fully wild in abandoning the map and this was the inevitable risk which found him out. If he wanted to go full caveman, then he failed in another way by taking refuge in a 20th century bus. His belief in his own resilience and self reliance was misplaced. Fail to prepare - Prepare to fail and this bit him hard.

I read the book, too, but I never once have wanted to go looking for, “The Magic Bus”.

Fascinating that the bus was finally removed, had no idea. FYI the feature film of 'Into The Wild' was the furthest thing from a blockbuster, a most unfortunate but in retrospect inevitable outcome that, having worked on it, I know all too well. Frankly was a nightmarish project on every level, from getting a shootable script, casting the lead (Emile did a fine job with a very tricky role in the end IMO) locations etc. In the end a perfect example of excellent source material that in feature film terms is virtually un-filmable. In this case essentially a first person monologue about solitude...a good read, yes, a compelling movie? Perhaps not. But Sean had a passion for it that somehow got it over the line. Which, as difficult as making feature films is, is ALWAYS a sort of miracle in and of itself (pre-steaming era that is...easier now as evidenced by the heaping piles of trash original scripted content currently fouling a 'premium streaming' platform near you!) I'd be very curious to hear the opinion of fans of the book re: the movie version...

I loved the movie. Compelling story about a young man in search for himself. Too bad others died trying to duplicate his adventure.

GREAT PRESENTATION, Sir!! Read the book as soon as it came out! Btw...was living in Camp 4 in '77 when Krakauer was there!

That was a really interesting video. Take some serious dedication to do what he did.

Very poignant episode. Thank you for sharing. Your perspective is refreshing and very insightful.

Thank you! Always beneficial to hear new perspectives…. It helps me to realize that we all have differing opinions…. And that this is a good thing!!!! This was enlightening, enriching, and I appreciate your analysis.

I absolutely loved "Into the Wild," as well as his Eiger book, "Into Thin Air", and "Under the Banner of Heaven." As I've gotten older, although I still admire lots about Chris McCandless, I've found more about his beliefs and actions naive than wise. Still, young people need to be brave, and I think his bravery outweighed his stupidity. However, statements like, "Money is the root of all evil," scream naivety, and are nearly as childish and ill-informed as statements like, "Capitalism is evil."

I professionally and respectfully disagree that worry is a negative emotion, and the suggestion that it’s unfair to the other person smacks of self-centeredness. If we deserve the right to pursue our passions, our loved ones deserve the right to show concern and to worry. We don’t get to throw that yoke off just because it doesn’t fit the often selfish motivations we have.

I was really conflicted when I read this book years ago and later saw the film ... I fully understand and relate to his motives and message behind how he chose to live the last few years of his life, but was very saddened by his fatal overestimation of his capabilities in a landscape that was brutally uncompromising. I suspect that a Chris McCandless who would have walked out of that wilderness and back into the world of the living would have been a force of much good over the remainder of his life.

i don't have a problem with the insights that Chris McCandless was trying to discover. I do have a serious problem with someone who is completely unprepared going out into the wilderness. His romantic ideas about living off the land were insane, without taking the time to learn the skills he needed to survive on his own. Because of that, he has made other people think that going off into the wilderness without enough preparation will be transforming rather than bringing your death.

I loved your take on this story. I just read Into the Wild a few months ago and I thought Krakauer did a great job with his narrative. (Which leads me to a future video idea: a narrative about The Devil’s Thumb. I’d never heard of it before I read Into the Wild.)

I never knew how the bus actually got where it was, even though I've heard of it before. That was especially interesting to learn about.

Locals hate that bus and movie

Loved this video!! I have to say I agree with you 100%. This man can teach us all to live. He attempted a common dream of us all and unfortunately found death. But better to have lived his dream, than to have lived his fears. RiP Dear One.n

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I am curious. Were the drowned people wearing PFD's? Thank you for videos.

Awesome as usual Thom! I loved both book and film, although Krakauer's "creative" journalism regarding his Everest experience has me asking further questions. I cannot help but see the similarities between the bus and the Everest summit, how they both have become something questionable. On a lighter note, I heard that Bus 142 is active in a school district in the Guatemalan highlands!

Is the sitting room the living room or the den?

The magic bus can’t be the only one. There must be other inspirational totems to find and explore!

The story makes me very sad. I think he was very misinformed and ignorant into the land that he was going into. I think it’s very wrong to celebrate an individual that does not research what he is going into. That being said I feel very sad for his family.

The guy poisoned himself by eating the wrong berries.

Admirable, but he starved to death….

It was his choice. He died happy. But... anyone who reads that book and thinks "wow brilliant, let's go", is an idiot. Not learning from his mistakes. How would McCandless feel I wonder about his grave having caused deaths? Being an idealist, I suspect he would be horrified. Krakauer romanticized the story, but the ultimate responsibility to think critically lies with the reader. Thank goodness the bus is gone. Young men (and women) will die making stupid mistakes, but at least it won't be laid at McCandlesses feet anymore. I hope.

Emotionally disturbed people following emotionally disturbed people. How many people have Jon Krakauer's actions and books negatively affected?

Maybe the same as going up Everest w/o oxygen

I’m still blown away how anyone would sleep on that mattress that was in there… “no, no…. No…. Nope… no” Talk about a rodent hive and god only knows what else!

I think some of them just wanted a cool picture for their Instagram.

Very good EM. While I believe McCandless was naive in the extreme and this led to his death I have to temper any criticism I might make of him. I think you and I are about the same age and by nature inclined to certain activities . Maybe we’ve been lucky to survive similar years of naïveté and/or we just made better decisions 😉

This is the itch that people pay 1/4 of million dollars to die on a mountain

He was probably mentally ill, he was unprepared and inexperienced. Not really very good attributes to do what he did. Quite foolish really.

Hopefully you’re there at Everest to pick up trash!

He just must have prepared. With our modern way of live, we are not just immediately ready to live in the wilderness. Study and preparation would have help him to survive. There are actually people that currently live and know to survive in those conditions without issue. It was too much idealism and to little training, knowledge and preparation. He was not self-reliant. To do so, he needed to learn about it. This was not the ultimate freedom. You need always to learn how to be autonomous in the environment you chose to live in. That is true freedom. This is not an inspirational story. It is a cautionary tale and it be presented as such

If at all feasible, they ought to erect some sort of bridge over the river so people can cross safely -- it's sad that some have died trying to ford it, but then common sense is always called for: when you see a raging river that looks rather dangerous to cross, unless you're a strong, expert outdoorsman who knows what he's doing, it's probably a good idea not to try to cross

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Many of us can understand the desire to not want to participate in the Rat Race, but very few people actually can do it.

I’ll never understand how you can starve. There’s a river and you can eat bugs everywhere if you can’t hunt. I don’t know. I guess what I would do in that situation would be the same

Always the privileged searching for the “meaning of life” by voluntarily risking it. Hm.

Do you have children?