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...that there, way up high on top of the Big Rock Candy Mountain a recording contract was being written by genial producers and stamped with approval by God. Nobody really had any idea what was going on, although every rumor you had ever heard was filed neatly in the rucksack of your mind to act as a pillow for your weary body as you stretched out on a cold night on the Big Rock Candy Mountain. Rumors also served as food while you were starving...
Dressed in a dusty fatigue shirt, faded green trousers and lightweight, high-top sandals, Che caught a bullet in his left thigh as he advanced toward the government troops; another bullet knocked his M-l semiautomatic carbine right out of his hands. In Che's rucksack, the Rangers found a book entitled Essays on Contemporary Capitalism, several codes, two war diaries, some messages of support from "Ariel"-apparently Castro-and a personal notebook. "It seems," read one recent notebook entry in Che's tight, crisp handwriting, "that this is reaching...
Frank Bergin, 26, of Pelham, N.Y., unloaded his rucksack and propped his .30/06 rifle against a tree. He had driven half the night, hiked five miles through the wilderness from the highway. Now for a snooze, and then on with the great bear hunt. A year before, in the same remote Adirondack clearing, he had come across black bear tracks, marked the spot carefully on a map. Came the dawn. Bergin yawned, stretched, looked around-to see twelve equally expectant faces peering curiously at him from behind the trees. Without a word, he rolled up his sleeping bag, hiked...
...name is Buddy Bohn. He is 23. He graduated from Illinois' Principia College and took off to stroll the earth with a guitar in one hand and a rucksack over his shoulder. He has traveled through 43 countries, and his accounts of his travels are as fabulous as any folk singer could...
Toward the mainland, north of Athens, are the Northern Sporades and the delightful island of Skiathos. Its beach, Koukounaries, is one of the finest in the Aegean, and the sand, laced with mica, glitters like silver. Skiathos is a playground for the sturdy loner who is happy with rucksack and sleeping bag. Although the islanders are conservative enough to be repelled by the sight of women in shorts or slacks, they are also warm and carefree. One night recently, two American women who had bedded down in sleeping bags in a park, woke suddenly to find the young...