1. The Diary of Chris
McCandless
a.k.a. Alexander
Supertramp
2. Dear Diary,
Today I finally reached the great white north
of Alaska, the birthplace and beginning of my great
odyssey! This is the final and greatest adventure that
I will ever undertake. “The climactic battle to kill
being false within and victoriously conclude the
spiritual revolution” (112). I will live in the wild, away
from civilization and without money. Being alone
without government control and the poisonous
civilization, I can truly live as a free spirit in ultimate
freedom. “I now walk into the wild” (92).
God bless us all,
Alexander Supertramp, 1992
3. Dear Diary,
Magic bus day! As a lone adventurer, I have
ventured deep into the wild and discovered an
abandoned Fairbanks bus 142! Even though this old
bus is not luxurious or comfortable, it will provide my
needs of shelter during my days out in the wild. In
addition, the shabby interior of the vehicle can offer
me some degree of refuge from the constant
mosquito swarms at night. The decrepit vehicle is
now my new home in this unknown territory. As “[a]n
aesthetic voyager whose home is the road” (122). I
keep my eyes peeled for other surprises and
discoveries, I wonder what else is out there?
Yours truly,
Alexander Supertramp, 1992
4. Dear Diary,
Today I bagged the greatest prize of all—
MOOSE! I am overjoyed to have brought down one
of these great beasts with my .22 caliber rifle! Words
cannot describe how proud I am of myself, I feel “like
some unemployed janitor who’d gone to Reno and
won a million-dollar jackpot” (114). Bringing down
this moose is not the only triumphant achievement I
have had these days. A few days ago, I shot my third
porcupine and “a Canada goose as big as a
Christmas turkey” (114). I am now living life in its
most natural and purest form. God its great to be
alive!
Proudly,
Alexander Supertramp, 1992
5. Dear Diary,
Despite past successes, today was a day of
famine and hunger. Missed some ducks and only
managed to shoot one small squirrel and nothing
else. Picked a couple of berries, roots, and
herbs, but still not enough to satisfy my hunger. I
hope to have better luck tomorrow, but for the
meantime, it’s going to be hard falling asleep on an
empty and growling stomach.
Good night,
Alexander Supertramp, 1992
6. Dear Diary,
“DAY 100! MADE IT!...But in weakest
condition of life. Death looms as serious threat. Too
weak to walk out, have literally become trapped in
the wild.—No game” (133). “Extremely weak…Much
trouble just to stand up. Starving. Great jeopardy”
(129). I need serious medical attention and right
now, the chances of me getting it out of this Alaskan
wilderness alive are very slim. Being trapped in the
wild, I cannot do anything to save myself.
Sincerely,
Alexander Supertramp, 1992
