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Into The Wild   2 comments

[14 June 2010]

Two days ago I finally finished reading Jon Krakauer’s Into The Wild. I read the first five or six chapters at a bookstore in Driggs, Idaho; I finished reading it here at the public library in Dubois, Wyoming. I liked the book a lot. Eventhough, the death of Chris McCandless was a tragedy, I believe that the two years of his life before his death were redeeming. He experienced more in two years than most people experience in a lifetime. He lived “deliberately” as Henry David Thoreau would have said.

Krakauer writes extensively on his own life and experiences. Krakauer was trying to draw a parallel between his strained relationship with his dad and Chris McCandless’ difficult relationship with Walt McCandless. When McCandless found out about his dad’s other wife and children, it seemed like he had been living a lie–maybe McCandless felt he was illegitimate: it wounded him deeply. This deep wounding partly drove him into the wild, onto the edge, the fringes of society.

The main reason McCandless hitchhiked, rode freight trains and ended up in the wilderness of Alaska was to prove to himself that he could survive on his own. Krakauer writes of his own mountain climbing experiences; he was young and he wanted to prove to himself that he could climb the mountain and survive some near-death experiences.

At first glance, I thought, how does mountain climbing compare with hitchhiking? Isn’t it much more dangerous to climb mountains than to hitchhike? At second glance, people die climbing mountains and people die hitchhiking the highways of the world. Mountain climbers explore and hitchhikers explore: they explore new geographical territory and terrain and they explore their own limits in difficult environments.

McCandless was obviously a very well-read young man. I liked the quotes of various writers at the beginning of each chapter in Into The Wild. McCandless left a deep and lasting impression on many people in his travels. Ron Franz, the old guy McCandless met in southern California, was especially touched by his life. I don’t see any evidence that McCandless had a relationship with Jesus Christ, but he did believe in God.

When a man of ninety-five dies, people say that he lived a long life and that it was time for him to go. When a young man like McCandless dies at the age of twenty-four, we say it was a tragedy that he died so young. Tragedy is in the eye of the beholder. Yes, I would rather that McCandless had survived his ordeal in the Alaskan wilderness, but he lived more in twenty-four years than some people would live in two hundred years. People have and will learn from McCandless’ life and death. It is not how long you live your life, but it is the quality of the life you lived that is important.

People will be reading and writing about McCandless’ life for years to come. I saw the film Into The Wild for the first time last summer; the cinematography is beautiful—I liked the movie a lot. The hitchhiking scenes in the movie reminded me of my own hitchhiking experiences: the people you meet on the road, sleeping in the desert, the odd jobs you get to make a little money. I may have hitchhiked more miles than McCandless, but he rode more freight trains than I ever will.

I was hitchhiking through Belle Fourche, South Dakota a couple of years ago and this lady picked me up. She told me that she and her boyfriend picked up McCandless while he was hitchhiking through South Dakota back in 1992.

I believe the Lord wanted me to read Into The Wild for a reason. There are similarities and differences between my life and McCandless’ life. I did a lot of exploratory hitchhiking back in 1986 and 1987, but since 1996, my hitchhiking has been God’s will for my life—this is my work: obeying the Lord on the road.

Genesis 47: 9: “And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

Jacob’s pilgrimage ended when he was one hundred and forty-seven years old (Genesis 47: 28); Chris McCandless’ pilgrimage ended when he was twenty-four; I am still a pilgrim on this earth.

“When the Stranger says: ‘What is the meaning of this city?
Do you huddle close together because you love each other?’
What will you answer? ‘We all dwell together
To make money from each other’? or ‘This is a community’?
And the Stranger will depart and return to the desert.
O my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger,
Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.”

–T.S. Eliot

Matthew 8: 20: “And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.”

Chris McCandless Revisited
A Critical Review of Into the Wild
Fairbanks Bus 142
Into the Wild (2007) (Tragedy, Epiphany and Closure)
Into the Ordinary
Into the Steel
Into the Foolishness of God
Chris McCandless on 20/20 (1997)
The Wild Truth by Carine McCandless (Amazon.com)
The Wild Truth by Carine McCandless
Krakauer + “Supertramp” + “Grizzly Man”
The Life of a Hobo

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The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories   6 comments

The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories
By Tim Shey

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Available at Barnes & Noble

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The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories
Hitchhiking Stories from Digihitch
Writings from the Road
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These are the titles of the 91 short stories in The First Time I Rode a Freight Train & other hitchhiking stories:

The First Time I Rode a Freight Train
A Conversation with a World War II U.S. Navy Frogman
A Hot Meal at a Campfire in Montana
A Providential Ride to Manhattan, Kansas
The Only Time Someone Pulled a Knife on Me
Sleeping at the Post Office in Bridgeport, California
My Backpack
Washing Dishes
A Christmas Story or Junked Cars Can Be Beautiful
Meeting a Former Editor from Warner Brothers or Things Happen for a Reason
A Conversation with a Vietnam Veteran
My First Time in Jail for Hitchhiking
On a Ranch Near Ennis, Montana
High Plains Drifter
A House or a Home?
Las Vegas Earthquake
A Fast Trip
A Dog Named Patton
Some Monks Hitchhike
San Miguel, California
Acts 2: 38
A Foot Soldier
A Hitchhiker in Bakersfield
Lucille
A Speed Skating Coach, a Dream and a Former Drug Dealer
Stacking Hay in Ashton, Idaho
They Are Fighting People
Escape from Cuba
Sitting in Jail in Broadus, Montana
Abraham from Macedonia
A Hitchhiker, a Knife and a Piece of Paper
A Ride in Nebraska
Barack Obama and the Media
Paga
Sleeping on a Stack of Lumber in Columbus, Montana
Men Plan and God Laughs
Never Bring a Knife to a Gun Fight
Someone Gets a Free Gas Can
Goodbye, Las Vegas
The Strangest Thing I Ever Saw
At a Cafe in Merriman, Nebraska
The Things I Carry
A Week in the Life of a Hitchhiker
The Pacific Ocean
Picked You Up On The Road
Good Karma
Miguel the Chef
A Ride on the Reservation
It’s a Small World
Branding Calves and the California Outback
Greensburg, Kansas
Rock Springs, Wyoming to Barstow, California
Chris McCandless Revisited
A Hitchhiking Trip to Kansas
Western Kansas
Meeting a Hermit in Montana
JUMP!
Why is Hitchhiking Illegal in Wyoming?
Outside the Box
Smuggled Over Teton Pass
Reckless Faith
Some Days Are Slow and Some Days Are Fast
Bereshith
I Should Go To Dairy Queen More Often
North of Brookings
The Son of Man Hath Not Where to Lay His Head
Wyoming, Idaho and Montana
Victor, Idaho
Elvis
Marty the Stonemason
Cal
Truth in the Inward Parts
A Bank Robbery
Shiloh
A Sleeping Bag in the Ditch
Eastern Wyoming
Egypt is Burning
A Walk in the Sun
The Helena Hobo
A Ransom For Many
A Peculiar Path
A Great Multitude Followed Him
The Spirit Driveth Him into the Wilderness
Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer
Fixing Fence the the Emigrant Trail
The Sunrise This Morning Was Very Beautiful
Two Pleasant Surprises:  High Plains Drifter Revisited
Wyoming to Utah
The Computer, Jane Smiley and Iowa State University
Dubois, Wyoming
Lance Corporal Chance Phelps, USMC, 1984-2004

Hitchhiking   3 comments

Tim Shey in Montana, 2008

Dreams from the LORD 2003-2006
21 March 2005

Ephesians 2: 10: “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.”

We are his workmanship. We cannot effect change in ourselves or in the world around us by our self-willed “good works”. We abide in Christ and He leads us into the good works that He has already prepared and ordained for us. A good work is a God work–a Father’s will work. There are many, many works in the earth, but most of these are self-will works, works of the flesh, works of pure reason. A good work is something that the Lord wants us to do, not what we want to do. God is always glorified in a good work; He is never glorified in a self-will work.

When I finished my college degree in May of 1995, I had no idea that the Lord would have me hitchhike around the United States so much. This is just a wild guess, but I believe I have hitchhiked coast-to-coast at least forty times (total hitchhiking mileage). If this is what the Lord wants, then so be it.

I look back to 1996 (when I began my hitchhiking after a nine-year hiatus) and I can see the Lord’s workmanship in my life. So many things have died out in my life, so that the life of Christ can be exalted in me. Curses have been broken in my life: these things (demons) can only come out through prayer and fasting. I am physically, mentally and spiritually stronger because of these past nine years of hitchhiking and obeying the Lord. It is the power of that revolutionary act–the Resurrection–that has made me into the New Man.

“That we should walk in them.” I know I have done a lot of hitchhiking, but I am curious how many miles I have walked. I bet I average seven to twelve miles per day. But then it is not necessarily the physical act of walking, but walking in the Light as He is in the Light. He lightens our path, our unique path–a path-with-a-purpose. Every man and woman is special and specially designed to walk that unique path that God has ordained. It may be a peculiar path. It may not bring fame, wealth or notoriety, but it will glorify Him and his workmanship. And whatever He works into us shall never go void.

Hitchhiking
An American Pilgrim: Some Reflections on High Plains Drifter
A Thumb and a Prayer–Ravalli Republic
High Plains Drifter
Surrendered Stones upon the wall of His Purpose

Back in California   1 comment

California Outback

Around the 23rd of August, I hitchhiked out of northeastern California and got a few rides past Redding, CA near Whiskeytown.  I camped out there that night and then hitchhiked to Arcata.  Arcata is probably the enviro-pagan capital of the United States.  I saw more homeless people there in an hour than in any place I have ever been.  I slept in a ditch that night near Trinidad—just north of Arcata.

The next day I hitchhiked through Crescent City to Brookings, Oregon.  While I was going through Crescent City this Christian picked me up.  He said something very interesting.  He said that either a U.S. Senator or a state senator from California said that she would rather see one human being die than have to cut down one tree.  No wonder things are so backward in parts of California.  Reminds me of Romans Chapter One:  when man began to worship the creation rather than the Creator, the Lord gave them over to a reprobate mind.

After sleeping on the beach north of Brookings, I hitchhiked north on U.S. 101 to Bandon.  I slept under a bridge north of Bandon that night.  The next day I hitchhiked to Coos Bay where I stayed at a Christian mission for the night.

It took me a couple of days to hitchhike from Bandon to Florence to Eugene through Madras to Pendleton, Oregon.  In Pendleton, I slept under a bridge north of town and stayed out of the rain.  It hadn’t rained in two months.  I made it to Dayton, Washington where I stayed with some friends for three days.  While I was there, I learned that my book High Plains Drifter was purchased by the local library.  So I went to the library there in Dayton and signed their copy of my book.

After Dayton, I hitchhiked through Moscow, Idaho and later made it to Kooskia that evening.  I stayed with some friends in Kooskia for a couple of days and then headed east into Montana.  I went through Missoula, Belgrade and West Yellowstone and ended up in Victor, Idaho where I stayed with some friends for two nights.

The next day I hitchhiked to Jackson, Wyoming and stayed at Jeremy and Felice’s place for one night.  The next week I hitchhiked to Bozeman, Montana and stayed with some friends for a night; I hitchhiked to Cody and then slept on the bleachers at a baseball field in Meeteetse, Wyoming; I stayed in Riverton at the shelter for three nights; I stayed with a friend in Dubois for one night.  After staying in Victor, Idaho and Jackson, Wyoming for two nights, I headed back north.

In one day, I got from Jackson to Helena, Montana where I slept on that hill just south of the library.  The next day I made it to Missoula and Lolo where these three Christians picked me up and let me camp out with them for a night; we had some really good fellowship.  The next day I made it to Kooskia, Idaho.

After Kooskia, I hitchhiked through Lewiston and then through Walla Walla, Washington and Pendleton, Oregon.  I slept outside a few miles west of Pilot Rock, Oregon.  The next day I got a ride from Pilot Rock through John Day to Burns, Oregon.  I got to Riley and walked south a couple of miles and then got a ride with a couple of Christians to Lakeview where they let me stay at the driver’s sister’s camper.

The next morning, I got a ride to New Pine Creek, California.  I walked a few miles south and got a ride with a guy named Jesse.  We drove to Alturas where he had to run a couple of errands.  He then drove me to where John and Susie live and bought a copy of my book, High Plains Drifter.  It is good to be back in this part of California.

High Plains Drifter   1 comment

Barnes & Noble
An American Pilgrim:  Some Reflections on High Plains Drifter
Clint Eastwood’s film High Plains Drifter (1973)
Tim Shey Hitchhiking in Western Wyoming

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High Plains Drifter typescript   3 comments

High Plains Drifter typescript

Chris McCandless Revisited
A Book Review for High Plains Drifter
High Plains Drifter:  A Hitchhiking Journey Across America

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Writings From The Road
By Tim Shey

Three Dollars in Whitehall, Montana
A Short Hitchhiking Trip
Locusts and Wild Honey
As a Thief in the Night
The Man Christ Jesus
New Testament Circumcision
Baal-perazim
Overcome With Great Sorrow
Enmity:  True Christians versus False Christians
Samson:  A One-Man Wrecking Crew
The Hidden Streets of Babylon
Zion is My Home
A Dream About General George S. Patton
Outside the Camp
Broken Bread and Poured-out Wine
A Pleasant Memory
Wearing a Rough Garment
Back in California
Two Dreams:  A Christian Cult and a Jezebel Spirit
A Pie in the Face and a Riot in a Church
When I Came to Destroy the City
Two Emails (Intercession)
A Fast-Moving Battlefield
He Beheld the City and Wept Over It
A Fire in My Bones
A Dream About Egypt
The Last Supper
Japan Earthquake
Glorified in His Saints
Special Forces
The Second Coming
What Can’t Kill You Will Only Make You Stronger
A Parable About Lukewarm, American Christianity
Obedience:  The Bondage Breaker
Physical Sight and Spiritual Sight
You Can’t Make This Stuff Up
This is Sodom! This is Sodom!
Praying in Tongues
Solomon Islands Earthquake
The Saint Louis Crossing Independent Methodist Church
A Disciple of Christ
Deja Vu
Brian’s Dream about the United States and Africa
Walls of Jericho Revisited
Behold, I Send Unto You Prophets
Upon This Rock I Will Build My Church
Yom Kippur
A Deeper Deliverance
Enoch:  The Seventh from Adam
The Lord Will Judge the Lukewarm Church in America
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Eighteen Years in a Cuban Prison
A Vision about George Washington and America
Destroyed Them That Believed Not
War and Peace
Escaping the Gestapo
Upon Mount Zion Shall Be Deliverance
Battlefield
The U.S. Senate
My First Time in Jail for Hitchhiking
Freed from the Prison of Sin
The American Flag:  A Christian Symbol
Two Dreams:  General George Patton and Clint Eastwood
God’s Protection in Battle
A Prophetess from Minnesota
Escape from a Death Camp
The Kingdom of Heaven

(66 chapters)

A Red-Letter Day

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