Going back in time a couple of years. I took these pics while in the beginning stages of building this shelter. According to the information on the digital shots, I followed him around for 40 minutes. Heh.
Went out for a while on a cloudy day in April. Never did get to go as far as I did down the river in past years this season because of the fucked up temperature fluctuations throughout the winter.
Here is a collection of photos of and relating to Christopher J. McCandless. I found most of these on the web the last couple of years, and recently a number of previously unavailable pictures surfaced. Quite an interesting look into his past. The defining characteristic of the photos is the elation in his expression.. Even when he was facing death. McCandless as a young child.
Family.
A young Chris hiking. Likely from the yearly trips with his father referenced in the book.
Grinning, teenage McCandless.
High school photo.
Eerie shot.
Chris circa 1990.
Chris with the Datsun.
Denali, AK & the Stampede Trail
Self portrait at Bus 142.
Satellite view of Bus 142. A big game kill. Possibly a caribou, definitely not the moose referred to in the book and pictured below.
Teklanika River.
Aerial view of bus.
Stampede trail.
The thin, ragged mattress in which McCandless spent his last moments.
Last photo taken on Chris' camera. Disturbingly thin and weak, resigned to his fate but smiling as clear as ever.
The suitcase of emergency supplies left by McCandless' parents in the bus.
Memorial plaque installed by his parents in Bus 142.
Chris' mother, during their visit to the bus a year after his death.
I took out the XC for the first ride of the year. Snow was falling in masses, but the temperature was still low. Trails ungroomed and overall unpleasant conditions.
I headed into the woods for a few hours around 5 PM. Lit a fire using natural tinder and a firesteel. Watched the sunset in silence for a long time and smoked a joint. Amazing atmosphere for me..