Into The Wild
By Jon Krakauer Cycle 21 pg.85 – 102
Six decades ago, a twenty-year-old Everett Ruess carved his nom de plume into the Davis Gulch wall below a panel of Anasazi pictographs. He signed it “NEMO 1934”. This was no doubt the same reason why Chris McCandless carved his nom, “Alexander Supertramp/ May 1992” on the wall of the bus where he was living in. After he carved his name, he disappeared, and even after an extensive search and over sixty years, nothing has been found of him.
Everett was born in Oakland, California, in 1914, and was the younger of two sons raised by Christopher and Stella Ruess. The Ruess family was mainly a nomadic group that moved from Oakland to Fresno to Los Angeles to Boston to Brooklyn to New Jersey to Indiana before coming to rest in southern California at the age of 14. Ruess began wandering the country after he had earned his high-school diploma and often starved himself since he lacked money but he was happy.
A half-century later, McCandless sounds exactly like Ruess when he said that he is going to live the simple life for a good time to come. Both the two men were undeterred by physical discomfort and often slept on the ground pleasantly. Both of the two also were very near death during their explorations but were able to walk away. Ruess carved his nom into the wall NEMO that means ‘nobody’ in Spanish. Some people believe he fell from a cliff, others think he was murdered, but the most logical idea is that Ruess drowned. He was probably trying to get to the Navajo reservation where he would hide himself and while crossing the river, he drowned.
When the New York Times picked up the story on Chris, the Alaska State troopers had been trying for weeks to figure out who he was. When Chris died he was wearing a blue sweatshirt with a logo of a Santa Barbara towing company, but when contacted they said they know nothing about how Chris came into possession of it. Jim Galllien heard about the news and immediately knew that was Alex that had died. When the Chris’s family was finally located, they had no idea Chris had been doing this and now he is dead.
Jon Krakauer’s constructed this segment to show the reader the strange similarity between Ruess and Chris’s expeditions even though they were separated by about 70 years. Both the two were reckless risk-takers, and were lucky on many occasions but ultimately met their fate in the wilderness that they so adored. Krakauer does cross-examination to show how close the two people act like.