“There is a pleasure in the path less woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” — Lord Byron
Greetings from Fairbanks!
Arrived here two days ago. It was very difficult to catch rides in the yukon territory. But I finally got here. Picked up a new book on the local Flora and Fauna. I'm prepared and have stocked all necessary comforts to live off the land for a few months.
Might be a very long time before I return south.
Just wanted you know, you are a great man.
（配乐 Long Nights）
Two years he walked the earth. No phone. No pool no pets no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager. Whose home is the road.
Now, after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution.
No longer to be poisoned by civilization, he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.
Cris measured himself and those who around him with by a fiercely rigorous moral code.
He risked what could have been a relentlessly lonely path, but found company in the characters of books that he loved, from writers like Tolstoy, Jack London, and Thoreau. He could summon their words to suit any occasions, and he often would.
It was inevitable that Cris would break away. And when he did, he would do it with characteristics immoderation.
书单：War and Peace, The Death of Ivan Ilych, The Call of the Wild, White Fang, Walden, The Spectator Bird, Doctor Zhivago, Family Happiness
第一章 觉醒 (Chapter 1 My Own Birth)
配乐 Hard Sun
“It should not be denied that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.” --Wallace Stegner
I understand what he was doing. That he had spent four years fulfilling the absurd and tedious duty of graduating fro college, and now he was emancipated from the world of abstractions, false security, parents, and material excess, the things that cut Cris off from the truth of his existence.
Jan: Leather Tramp. That's what they call the ones that hoof it, go on foot. Technically, we are rubber tramps.
Rainey: Cause we have a vehicle.
Jan: Alex could have a vehicle as well but he decided to burn all of his money. And why did you do that?
Alex: I don't need money. Make people cautions.
Jan: Come on Alex. You gotta to be a little cautious. I mean the books of yours is cool and everything, but you can't depend entirely on leaves and berries.
Alex: I don't know if you want to depend on much more than that.
Jan: Where are your mom and dad?
Alex: Live in their lies somewhere.
Jan: You look like a loved kid. Be fair.
Jan: You know what I mean.
Alex: I'll paraphrase Thoreau here. "Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness, give me truth."
Alex: “Some people feel like they don’t deserve love, they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps to the past.”
Rainey: “That’s the hell of an insight, Jesus!”
King of the road
第二章 浅尝 Chapter 2 Adolescence
第三章 成熟 Chapter 3 Adulthood
第四章 闻道 Chapter 4 Wisdom