Into the Wild inspired my life of adventure – but I learned the wrong lessons about freedom
The film helped me realise that getting out into nature would also allow me to escape my anxieties, but I started to see the costs
The film helped me realise that getting out into nature would also allow me to escape my anxieties, but I started to see the costs of constant escape It’s 5.30am, and I’m waking up on a granite slab overlooking the Domeland Wilderness, with nothing but forest, stone and silence for miles.
I am 44 days into hiking the Pacific Crest Trail – a journey of about 2,650 miles from the Mexican border to Canada through desert scrubland, pine forests, deep valleys, volcanic terrain and alpine mountains. Each day, I walk about 20 miles with everything I need for the next four months on my back.
I was 16 when I first watched Into the Wild, the film telling the true story of Christopher McCandless, an adventurer who gave up his middle-class life to live in the wilderness. I’d always had a sense of adventure and was enticed by the idea of breaking away from expectations and moving through the world on my own terms.
I began to fantasise about escaping my north London bubble to live somewhere as remote and unknown as the wild American landscapes in the film. Continue reading...
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