Christopher McCandless

1. Thinking to myself… I remember awhile ago reading a book A bus in the tundra, lying in rust Away from the Stampede trail I shiver, the wind taking a nasty turn Around the last bend Skeleton branches sway violently Open a brief portal Exposing what waits Brilliant white roses lining The rusted bus...

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I have thought much about taking a trip to the bus. For my next trip to Alaska, I'm trying to accommodate the drive and time from Anchorage. Of course some people do not understand the significance of visiting the bus, since it is just that, a bus, lying in rust. But it is a symbol of following your...