I had a super-hippie teacher for Great Books II that made us read Into The Wild by Krakaur.
I was happy when the over-privileged granola muncher who tried to escape the fascist capitalist society and live with the animals and plants, ironically died either eating poisonous berries or freezing to death.
Actually, he didn't munch enough granola - he starved to death. That's even stupider. He knew he was starving, but waited until he was too weak to move and his body was shutting down before he thought "Holy shit, I need help." His diary/journal reflects this train of thought. And he wasn't THAT far from the road - he was in a well traveled area, and had he decided before he got in too deep that he needed to get help, he could have hiked back out easily.
Too late, buddy, just too late. Darwinism at its finest.
Wes, if I hadn't read the book, I probably would enjoy the movie too. My Side of the Mountain is one of my favorite books/movies and I have a healthy respect for people who decide to chuck it all and go native. I wish I had the courage. And I bet the scenery was breathtaking - Denali is an incredibly beautiful place. Most of Alaska is.
Still, there is a right way and a wrong way. Prepared and unprepared. Live free, or die.
And I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, but it's not because I won't watch it - I am just waiting for Carl to go on an overnight trip because he flat refuses to let me watch it with him in the house.