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(WIND WHISTLING SOFTLY)

(FOOTSTEPS, WOMAN PANTING)

(WOMAN CONTINUES PANTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING LOUDLY)

(BIRD SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(PANTING LOUDLY)

(GROANS)

God.

Okay. Okay.

"I'd rather be a hammer
than a nail."

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING LOUDLY)

No.

No.

Fuck you, bitch!

(SCREAMING)

Good luck.
Thanks.

Hi.

I need a room for the night.

$18.

Unless, uh, you have a
companion joining you later.

If you have a companion,
it's more.

I don't have a companion.

So it's $18.

For now.

It'll stay $18.

Unless someone comes later.

Which he won't.

He may.

REPORTER ON TV:
To throw out certain evidence

obtained at
O.J. Simpson's house.

Um, I'm hiking the PCT.

And, um, I don't have a license
plate number or an address.

Just put down
your folks' address.

(LINE RINGING)

MAN: (OVER PHONE) Hello.
Hey.

(FOOD SIZZLING)

Oh, hey.

Hi.

Hey.

Y-You in Mojave?

Yeah.
Um, I used your address

as my address on the
registration form 'cause I...

I couldn't think
of anything else.

No, that's cool.
Anytime.

Hey,
if you see my little brother,

will you let him
know where I am?

Not that he would give a shit,
but I just want him to know.

No, he does, he will.

Um, listen, I'm making dinner
for a friend, and, uh...

Oh. Which friend?

Does it make
any difference?

You know, I only called because
I was looking for Leif.

No, I want you to call.
I want you to call.

We're friends, remember?

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

For what?

I-I don't know.

I'm-I'm sorry, uh...

that you have to walk
a thousand miles just to...

Finish that sentence.

Why do I have to
walk a thousand miles?

Uh, do you have the list
of addresses to write to?

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you want me to
send anything else?

Uh, no, thanks.

Aimee's in charge
of all the boxes.

Okay. Okay-

Um...

I got to go.

Happy trails, Cheryl.

(LINE CLICKS)

(WATER DRIPPING)

AIMEE: Remember,
you can quit anytime.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(AIR HISSING SOFTLY)

Shit.

(WATER SLOSHING)

Oh, my God.

Shit!

(SIGHS)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(CARS PASSING)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING
IN DISTANCE)

MAN: So where are you going?

CHERYL: I'm hiking
the Pacific Crest Trail.

It goes from the Mexican
border up to Canada.

I'll be walking for
the next three months.

Wow.

Up to Ashland.

You do a lot of hiking?

Well, I mean,

I'm not obsessive, but this is
quite a stretch, even for me.

I guess we're gonna be
the last human contact

you have for a while, huh?

That's true.

(RADIO CLICKS ON)

(CHANNELS CHANGING)

WOMAN: (SINGING)
You can never

Go home anymore

Listen

Does this sound familiar?

You wake up every morning

Go to school every day

Spend your nights
on the corner

Just passing time away

Your life is so lonely

Like a child without a toy

Then a miracle

A boy

And that's called "glad"

Never

Go home anymore

Now...
(MUSIC CLICKS OFF)

(SIGHS)

MAN: Love you, too, son.

(VAN DOOR CLOSES)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(WRITING ON PAPER)

CHERYL: "if your Nerve, deny
you, Go above your Nerve."

Emily Dickinson.
And Cheryl Strayed.

(PANTING)

Oh, my God.

What the fuck have I done?

(SIGHS)

What... The fuck?

What...

The fuck?

What the fuck?

You can quit anytime.

You can quit...

anytime.

You can quit...

anytime.

(PANTING)

(INSECTS BUZZING AND TRILLING)

(INHALING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

Yes!

Shit.

(SIGHS)

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yes, I would

(SIGHS)

If I could

I surely would

(GROANS, SIGHS)

(WIND BLOWING)

CHERYL:
I thought of you today.

I felt a burst of energy,

remembering why I thought
I could hike this trail.

I hope you won't be
mad at me if I quit.

"Today a backhoe divulged out
of a crumbling flank of earth,

"one bottle amber, perfect,

"a hundred-year-old cure
for fever or melancholy...

"A tonic for living
on this earth.

"Today I was reading
about Marie Curie."

LECTURER: "She died a famous
woman, denying her wounds...

"Denying her wounds
came from the same source

"as her power."

CHERYL: So, what did he say?

He said he was
going to call you.

Are you serious?
Yeah, I know.

GIRL: Does he think
we're in junior high?

(LAUGHING) Exactly!

GIRL: I think he's going
to ask for your number!

Bobbi?

Hey- Hey

How's it going?
Good.

Hard but fun.

All right. See you.

(SOFTLY) Yeah, cool.

BOBBI: I'm just gonna
grab this for a second.

I'm sorry I ignored you
at school today.

That's okay, hon.

We agreed, right?

It's pretty strange going
to school with your mom.

It's not because
I'm not proud of you.

I'm really proud of you.

You know what?
I'm pretty proud of me, too.

God, there's so much to know.

I mean, I knew
there was a lot, but...

(CHUCKLING) not this much.

You've read Erica Jong, right?
Mm-hmm.

Okay, so tell me
about the zipless fuck.

Mom, lam not gonna discuss
zipless fucks with you.

Uh, you have to, 'cause I have
to write a paper about it.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

I mean, you know,
is it...

This is so awkward. ...that
much easier for women now

than it was before?
I don't know.

Can we not discuss this?

Well, for me, it felt like it
was always covered in zips.

Zips, strings,
everywhere I went.

Hey.

What's for dinner, Morn?
I'm starving.

CHERYL: Books and essays.

BOBBI: I can fix something.

Are you gonna stay, Wayne?
You want something to eat?

Um, sure.
Mom, they are 18 years old.

They can cook
their own dinner.

You've got a paper to write.

BOBBI: Uh-uh.

If I can't be a mom, then I
can't be a student, either.

Rule book.

That's ridiculous.

If she wants to make me
dinner, then let her.

CHERYL: I wonder,
have you learned any of this

that we're reading? You know,
I have to do everything.

I want to do everything.

I hope you do, too.

Pasta?

CHERYL: "Denying her wounds

"came from her power.

"Denying her wounds came from
the same source as her power."

CHERYL: (SINGING) And you
want to travel blind...

(INSECTS BUZZING AND TRILLING)

(RUSTLING OUTSIDE)

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

(RUSTLING)

"Please ensure that
you only use white gas

"compatible with this stove.

"Other fuels may
harm the equipment

"and render it inoperable."

Shit.

(SIGHS)

Shit!

Cold mush is great.

Cold mush with nuts.

Cold mush with tuna jerky.

(ANIMALS HOWLING)

(DISHES CLATTERING)

Cold mush dreams.

(SIGHS)

Cold mush shit.

I love cold mush.

"What do you like to do when
you're not hiking, Cheryl?"

I like to sit
on a real toilet.

And flush.

I like to cook food.

Eat food with other people.

People,
that's another thing I like.

I like talking to people,

listening to people.

Funny, that's a hobby, one I
hadn't even realized I had.

Until I decided to walk on my
own through the fucking desert.

(SIGHS)

We got to feed you, kid.

Should I stay or should I go?

(SINGING) I'd rather be
a sparrow than a snail

Yes, I would

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MUFFLED) Hey!

Hey!

(ENGINE STOPS)

Hi!

My name is Cheryl.

I'm walking the PCT,
and I've run out of food.

I'm just wondering
if you could take me someplace

I could get a warm meal.

I'm working.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, I understand. Um...

But maybe when you're finished,
you could take me somewhere?

Not gonna find anything open
this time of day.

Well, maybe you could
just drive me

to someplace that'd be open
in the morning for breakfast,

and I can camp nearby.

You must be starving.

I brought all these dehydrated
meals, and I brought a stove,

but I brought
the wrong fuel.

Yeah, I got a little bit
more work to do,

but you can wait in my truck.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.
Yeah.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE RUNNING IN DISTANCE)

(MAN SIGHS)

All right,
I've been thinking.

You can come back to my place

for a hot dinner
and a hot shower.

Okay.

So,
what kind of woman are you?

What kind?

Yeah. Are you like a Jane?

You know,
Tarzan's Jane.

Are you a Jane?

A wild woman?

I got a little
something for us.

(PANTING)

That is, if you partake.

Sure.

Ladies first.

Oh. It's cheap, but it's good.

See?

(CHUCKLES)

Thanks.
Yeah.

I'm gonna call you Jane.

Yeah, my husband's
hiking the PCT with me.

He's just a little bit
further ahead on the trail.

We're gonna meet
up really soon.

Probably around
Kennedy Meadows.

I got a little something else I
like to do after a hard day's work.

You like licorice?

Oh, thanks.

(GRUNTS)
Come on.

Come on, Jane!

(CHUCKLES)

All right,
you got to promise

that you're not
gonna tell my wife,

because she hates it
when I eat candy.

Okay.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GRUNTS)

What,
you just gonna stand there?

WOMAN:
Oh, um, hold on, sweetheart.

No offense, but...

Thank you.

MAN: Well, you just
gonna look at it or...

(CHUCKLES) Thank you.

MAN: Good meal.

So,your husband,

the two of you
meet in college?

Your husband.
Oh, Paul?

Yeah.
Yes.

Yeah.

Well, he must be crazy.

It's one thing for a man to
take off on a hike like that,

but to allow
your wife to do it?

Whole other thing entirely.

Not everyone in the world
thinks like you do, Frank.

Nope, that's why everything
is so messed up.

(MUMBLES)

Paul and I kind of
do our own thing.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't you get any ideas.

How could I possibly?

You gonna take off with her?

You have an extra tent?

FRANK: (LAUGHS)
You'd be yelling for me

to come get you before you got
to the end of the driveway.

This is really good.

(HUMMING)
Baby, baby, be my friend

So, what does this tattoo
mean to you guys, anyways?

Well, we both just
really dig horses.

We're getting divorced today

and we thought
we should do something

that bonded us together.

Oh.

Okay.

it hasn't occurred to you guys that it
might be easier just to stay married?

Cheaper, too.
Mmm.

At least we probably
won't regret it.

Couples don't
necessarily stay married,

but they tend
to stay divorced.

(SNIFFS)

You get a lot of people asking
you about removing tattoos?

Well, sometimes.

I cheated on him.

It happens.

She seems sorry.

I am sorry.

Cheryl, come on,
can we just...

Come on, man,
wipe the slate clean.

Uh, it's quite a big slate.

I cheated on him
a lot of times.

(WATER RUNNING)

Is that right? "Stryed"?

Uh, no, it's "strayed."

Like a stray dog.

The form asked me what my new
last name would be. I...

I looked it up.

It just sounded right.

You're all set.

You're going to have to
mail them yourselves.

It's been a wonderful
and crazy seven years.

(CHERYL seas)

(BOTH EXHALE)

PAUL: Goodbye,

Cheryl Strayed.

(EXHALES)

(GASPS IN PAIN)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Got what you needed?

(DOOR SLAMS)
Yes.

Now I don't have to
eat cold mush anymore.

I can eat hot mush.

There's no husband,
is there?

No. I mean, there was,

but he's in Minneapolis,
not on the PCT.

I said that 'cause
I was scared of you.

Yeah, I knew that.

Can't say I blame you.

(LAUGHS)

Do you ever
think about quitting?

Oh, only once every
two minutes or so.

Everything hurts.
All the time.

You think I should quit?
Yes, I do.

Don't listen to me. Hell,
I've quit a bunch of stuff.

Quit jobs, quit marriages.

I'd have quit that hike
after the first day.

You regret any of them?

I didn't have a choice.

I just couldn't
do them no more.

Never been a time when there
was a fork in my road.

Yeah.

That's about the size of it.

Be careful.

All right.
Nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you.
Thank you, Frank!

(GASPS)

Yes!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay.

(GIGGLING) on, my God.

Oh, my God!

(VARIOUS ANIMALS
CALLING IN DISTANCE)

(IMITATING ANIMAL CALL)

(ANIMALS CALLING)

(IMITATING ANIMAL CALL)

(LAUGHS)

You're doing good, Strayed.

Five to seven miles a day.

At this rate, you'll be
finished in about 20 years.

(GASPS)
(RATTLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(RUNNING)

I'm not hungry.

I don't miss food.

I don't miss tacos,
chips and guac.

I don't miss Minneapolis snow,
that's for sure.

I don't miss margaritas.

(SIGHS)
I'd kill a snake for a sip.

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

(WHISTLE ECHOING)

(ECHO STRENGTHENS)

(SIGHS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIGHS)

(SLOW ROCK PLAYING)

It's not like I'm some junkie.
I'm in control.

Yeah,
like everyone is with drugs?

I'm an experimentalist.
Mmm.

I'm the girl who says
yes instead of no.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SHOUTING) Uh, hi!

Cheryl Strayed?

Oh, yeah, hi!

I... Do I know you?

I... I saw your name
in the trail register.

You're the only
woman in there.

Right.

I'm Greg!

Nice to meet you!

I'm coming down.

Oh, great!

Sorry. I wasn't
expecting any visitors.

So how many miles
a day are you doing?

I'm averaging 22
at the moment.

(RUBBING HANDS TOGETHER)

You'll be in Kennedy Meadows
by tomorrow?

Hope so.

I'm only managing about...

11 or 12.

Uh, well, the first couple
of weeks are always hard.

And you do all that
preparation and training,

and nothing prepares you
for the pain and the heat.

Yeah, we picked
the wrong year, though.

You, uh, bypassing the Sierra?

Sure.

I'll bypass anything.
Should I?

Oh, it's completely socked in.

Biggest snowfall
in a decade or so.

Yeah, nobody's
getting through that.

Say, uh...

how 'bout we make a plan
up in Kennedy Meadows?

I'm... I'm staying there
for a few days to rest up.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Let's make a plan. I...

Think that'd be good for me.

Great.

(GLORY BOX BY
PORTISHEAD PLAYING)

I think I'm pregnant.

What?

(SIGHS) Who's the father?

I don't know.

I mean...

I think I have an idea.

You have an idea?

Are you fucking kidding me?

What are you
doing to yourself?

Can we have the check, please?

Shit. Pregnancy
test and a shovel.

You're going to do this in front
of me, and if you're pregnant,

we're gonna pay visit to
your "idea" and make a plan.

CASHIER: Next please!

Give me a reason to love you

This is the beginning

Of forever and ever

(INAUDIBLE)

It's time to move over

It's all I want to be

Give me a reason to love you

Give me a reason to be

A woman

I just wanna be a woman

CHERYL:
There's no plan to make.

(SOBS)

I'm not gonna have this baby.

(SOBBING)

I don't know when I became
such a piece of shit.

I was strong...

(SOBS) Responsible.

I wanted things in life.

I was good, you know?

I ruined my marriage,

and now I'm ruining
the rest of my life.

I gotta go back to that store.

I'm gonna walk
myself back to the woman

my mother thought I was.

I'm gonna put myself
in the way of beauty.

AIMEE: What the hell
are you talking about?

CHERYL'. In the way
of another fucking giant rock.

(PANTING)

(BIRD CALLING)

(SIGHS)

(GASPS)

(TOUGHER THAN THE REST
BY BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN PLAYING)

CHERYL:
Maybe your other girlfriends

Couldn't pass the test

Come on, Bruce.
Sing with me.

CHERYL: (SINGING) Well, if
you're rough and ready for love

BRUCE:
Honey, I'm tougher than...

BRUCE AND CHERYL: The rest

(HUMMING ALONG TO MUSIC)

Hey, there.

GREG: There she is!
(CHEERING, YELLING)

CHERYL: Hey!

You made it!
I made it!

Okay, guys?

This is Cheryl.

And Monster.

"Monster"?

My Pack?

Oh, man.

(ALL LAUGHING)

CHERYL: (SIGHS)
Okay,

what can I get you?

Snapple. I've been dreaming
of Snapple Lemonade.

And potato chips.
Any kind of potato chips.

GREG: Any kind? (LAUGHS)
Thank you.

I have cash.
No, no, no! My treat.

Ah, thank you.

Seriously, you have
no Snapple in that pack?

CHERYL: (LAUGHS)
l wish!

Stay.

Congratulations.
Thank you.

I wish I'd gotten applause
like that when I walked in.

(LAUGHS)

GREG: Okay! I know they said
don't feed the animals,

but I figured this would be
a special occasion.

One Snapple and chips.

Ah! That's perfect.

When you're done here,
Ed over there

will cook you dinner
down at the campsite.

That would be amazing.

Thank you.

Ed is amazing.
We call him Amazing Ed.

(SIGHS)

PAUL: Sweetheart.

If you're reading this,
then you've walked 100 miles

through the Mojave Desert.

Whatever else has
happened between us,

however angry we are,
or were, at each other,

I am so proud of you
and in awe of you.

Or, I will be,
once you've done it.

As I write,
you've only just left,

so actually, you've done
almost nothing at all.

Like me!

So we can still be friends.

Minneapolis misses you.

Hey, Cheryl!

Come and get it!
Okay, great!

So you're not a hiker?

Not like you.

I just come up
here every summer

to hang out
with the real hikers.

You fascinate me.

I'm not a real hiker.

You just hiked 100 miles
through the desert heat.

And it nearly killed me.

You want some help?

Do I look like somebody
who needs help?

Your boots.
They're too small.

That's why you're
losing toenails.

Yeah. You're right.

I only just realized it
the second you said that.

I thought they were
supposed to hurt that bad.

(STAMMERING)
What am I supposed to do?

I don't have any money
to buy new boots.

Did you get them at REI?
Yeah.

Well, you call 'em,

you tell 'em,
and they'll have new boots

sent to your next stop.

Seriously?
Mmm.

And your pack,
it's insane.

We need to do
a little pruning.

ED: Okay,
so I'm gonna pick out

the stuff that's
useless to you.

And you can leave it
in the free box

unless you can
give me a good reason

why you need it with you.

Okay.
Okay?

Ah, how's this
working for you?

I stink.

I stink all the time. And my
armpits are the least of it.

Are you having
much fun with these?

I've never used them once.

I don't know what
I was thinking with the saw.

(SIGHS)

You burning what you read?

You want me to burn books?

I know you're not gonna
become a Nazi, I promise you.

But you are gonna make
your pack a lot lighter.

Okay? So... Everything
before Kennedy Meadows...

Wait. Not those.

These will never be burned.

It's your weight.

I don't take pictures
at night.

Never

(STAMMERING) You...
You need the whole roll?

(LAUGHS)

What woman goes on a hike
and brings 12 condoms.

(SCOFFS)
Hey, Ed!

Wait just a minute.

But you'll just
send the boots there?

I don't have to
do anything?

(SIGHS) Thank you so much.

You will be my favorite
company forever and ever.

Okay.

Great.

BOBBI: So what's wrong
with James Michener?

He's crap is what's wrong.

And which of his books
have you read that are so...

I haven't read
any of his books.

I read things
like Adrienne Rich

and Flannery O'Connor.

Which you do, too, now,
by the way.

Doesn't it make
a difference to you?

Um...
I don't know what to say.

I love James Michener!

And I'm not going to
stop loving him! (LAUGHS)

(SCOFFS)

It must be so weird for you.

What?

That I'm just so much more
sophisticated than you were

at my age, you know?

Yeah, that was the plan.

What was the plan?

I always wanted you to be
more sophisticated than me.

I just didn't realize
it would hurt sometimes.

CHERYL: Why do you
put up with my crap?

You look so pretty
in that dress.

And I'll make you
another one soon.

What'd you decide
about the snow?

Well, I'd like to push on,
if it's possible.

Well, Ed told me
a lot of the hikers

went up the PCT another
40 miles to Trail Pass.

Yeah? And that's where
they're getting forced off

by the snow.

And they're catching a bus
up to Reno and on to Truckee,

just, rejoining the trail
at a lower elevation.

I didn't come out
here to ride buses.

You probably
didn't come out here

to slide off the side
of a mountain, either.

(LAUGHS)
True.

If you're worried
about cheating yourself,

just make your hike longer.

You know, just, uh,
walk to Mount Hood

or the Bridge of the Gods.

The Bridge of the Gods?

I like the sound of that.

Either way,
don't beat yourself up.

You, uh,
you strike me as someone

who's done plenty
of that already.

BOBBI: Can I ride my horse?

DOCTOR: Bobbi Grey?

DOCTOR: I'm sorry.

How long?
Can I ride my horse?

We'll be
giving you radiation

to shrink the size of
the tumors along your spine.

The slightest jolt,
it could crumble.

How long?

(CRYING)

BOBBI: You all right, honey?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(DIAL TONE)

Hi, this is Paul.

Leave a message and I'll call
you back whenever I can.

Hey, sorry to call so late.

Thank you.

I'm in Reno. If you were here,
we could get divorced again.

(LAUGHS) Um...

Anyway, I... I'm still alive.

And that's all my news.

And the sum total of
what I've learned on my hike.

Okay. Bye.

Hi. I'm Cheryl.

I'm an unaccompanied
female hitchhiker.

Would it be okay if I got into
your car (CAR APPROACHING)

so that you can rape
and dismember me?

(CAR SLOWING DOWN)

(JAZZ PLAYING ON RADIO)

Hey, going north?

Yeah, lam, actually.

Okay, I just need
a ride about 12 miles up.

(TURNS ENGINE OFF)

Well, that's quite a backpack
you got there. Thanks.

I can't offer you a ride
because I don't have any room.

What do you mean?

Yeah,
I'm packed to the gills.

Jimmy Carter.

No relation.

I interview hobos for the Hobo Times.
Drive all over the USA.

And I have to tell you.
Lady hobos? Hard to find.

(STAMMERING) I think you're mistaken.
I'm not a hobo.

Second of all, that's a
real thing, the Hobo Times?

Yeah, it's real enough
to pay for my rent and gas.

So, how long have you
been out on the road?

I'm not "on the road." I'm
hiking the Pacific Crest Trail.

I just had to
bypass a chunk of it

because there was
a snowfall this year.

Okay, so if you're not a
hobo, where do you live?

I'm between places right now.

I'm probably going to live in
Portland when I get off the PCT.

This is so fucking cool.
I mean...

I've only spoken to maybe one
other female hobo in two years.

Let me reiterate to you,
lam not a hobo.

And that's probably because women
cannot walk out of their lives.

They've got kids
to take care of,

they've got parents
to look after.

You sound like a feminist.

I am.

That's excellent. That's fantastic.
I love feminists.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

So you're trying to tell me
you're not a hobo,

so that means you
have a job then, right?

I've had a whole
lot of different jobs.

Up until a couple of years
ago, I was studying.

I hope you don't think
this is too personal,

but I've noticed it's
often personal trauma

that forces people
out of their life

and into the hobo life. Would you
say that's been the case for you?

This is my life. I'm just
taking a little time out.

This is not a hobo life.

I don't know what
else to tell you.

Can I get a shot?
No! That...

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Yeah, this should
be in the fall issue.

A couple of my pieces have
been in some other magazines.

Harper's has
expressed interest.

Harper's?

It's a New York magazine.

Pretty swanky,
kind of a big deal...

Yeah, I know what Harper's is.

I want to write
for Harper's one day.

I don't really feel like being
their centerfold Bum of the Month.

What's this?

Hobo care package.
Thanks a lot!

(CAR DOOR OPENS, SHUTS)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(CAR RECEDING)

Hmm.

What's your dog's name?

Stevie Ray.
Got him the day he died.

The other Stevie Ray,
I mean.

I love Stevie Ray.

Hey, put on Love Struck.

Just came to me the second
you got in this car.

WOMAN: Oh, shut up, Spider!
Jesus!

Ignore him. He's nothing
but a horny old bastard.

You must be pretty tough,
hiking this fucking trail.

I'm in a car with you,
taking a ride.

That's not very tough.

That's a cute little boy.
How old is he?

He was eight.

I'm so sorry.

He got hit by a truck
when he was riding his bike.

Five years ago.

He was a tough motherfucker,
too. Just like his mom.

I'm really sorry.

I know you are,
sweetheart.

I was never me.

Don't. Okay? Don't.
It's not over.

We're gonna find somebody
who can help you

and we are gonna fight this!

I was always...

A mother or a wife.

I was never even in the
driver's seat of my own life.

I thought there was
so much time, you know?

And just when...

So many things
were beginning.

(GASPS)

Oh, well! (SIGHS)

(GASPS)

You've got to be kidding me.

Hang on.

All right.

BOBBI: (SINGING)
I surely would---

CHERYL: Can you
stop humming that song?

(BOBBI LAUGHING)

BOBBI: Happy people sing!

CHERYL". Shut up.

(HOMEWARD BOUND
BY SIMON & GARFUNKEL PLAYING)

I'm sitting in
the railway station

Got a ticket
for my destination

CHERYL: The sun is
right behind my back

So true north
should be over there

I will not lose
this fucking track

Or I'll end up in Delaware

Portland bound

I hope I am Portland bound

(GASPS)

Hey!

Hey!

Where am I?

California!

Fucking hilarious.

Plumas County!

Are you lost?

No!

Just screwed.

BOBBI: Hey, beauty.

Hey, my Lady.

She saved my life.

You know,
after I left your dad.

I know.

I'm not going to
make you promise anything.

This is hard enough on you
as it is.

Just please try and do
the kindest thing.

Come back!

(WHISPERS) Come back.

Come back!

Here you go.
This should keep you warm.

I'll be back in
the morning with Leif.

I love you.

You're the center of me.

Everything I am.

Love.

Love.

How's she doing?

The doctor said
it would be a year.

It's been a month.
One fucking month!

I'm sorry.

I'll pray for her.

(ECHOING IRISH MUSIC)

Fucking Saint Patrick.

Go to hell, all you saints.

Thank you, God,
for showing me the way.

As if He gives a shit.

I'm sorry,
but God is a ruthless bitch.

Yeah, well, I really need him.

It's urgent. Tell him
to get the fuck home.

(HUMMING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where the fuck have you been?

I've been at the hospital
all day! She's dying.

Don't say that!
You understand that?

She can't die.
She can. She is dying.

Stop it!

She can't die.

LEIF:
There was Killer, and Doobie.

Doo-bie!

And Motorcycle Dan.

Motorcycle Dan...wow!

I wanted to be like that guy.

And Nipper.

"If you press your face
against the glass...

"...you can see a little slice
of Lake Superior."

A room with a view.

She said.

All my life, I've always
wanted a room with a view.

CHERYL:
Jesus, she just never stops.

The past few years, I've acted
like she was nothing to me.

But...

...really, she was everything.

(SIGHS)

What are you doing?

(SHUSHES) Praying.

(CHUCKLES)

Shut up.

I'm praying to
the whole fucking universe...

...hoping there's a God.

Because I want a miracle.
I want a fucking miracle!

Our mother isn't
going to die at 45.

(SINGING) Are you
burning and yearning?

Do you ever feel blue?

And do you
think of returning?

How's the world
treating you?

I can't wait to
see her face.

She'll be so happy
to see you.

So happy to see you...

BOBBI: How much do I love you?

No.

This much?

This much?

This much?

This much?

I'm stuck! I can't go wider.

I can't go wider!

CHERYL: (SINGING)
How's the world treating you?

We put ice on her eyes.

What?

She wanted to
donate her corneas, so...

Oh, my God.

Fuck you, bitch!

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck do you want?

Fuck you, let's go.

MAN: (SINGING)
I'd rather be a sparrow

than a snail

Yes, I would

If I could

I surely would

I'd rather be a hammer
than a nail

Yes, I would

(CHERYL GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Ow.

(SONG CONTINUES DISTORTEDLY)

I'd rather be a forest
than a street

BOBBI: If l could

If I only could

I surely would

I surely would

(EXCLAIMS)

(GROANING)

Fuck it.

(MUSIC RESUMES)

(EXCLAIMS)

(BOBBI HUMMING)

CHERYL: Can you
stop humming that song?

What is wrong with you?

I don't know.
What's wrong with you?

I'm happy.
Happy people sing!

Why are you happy?
We have nothing, Morn. Nothing.

We're rich in love.

Oh, my God, please.

Don't even start
with that.

We're both waitressing
full-time.

We're students.

We'll have loans the rest of our lives.
This house...

...is falling apart.
You're all by yourself

because you married some
abusive alcoholic asshole.

And I come home
and you're singing?

What part of it
do you not get?

There's nothing I don't get,
believe me.

But then what?

Cheryl, if there's one thing
I could teach you...

It's how to find
your best self.

And when you do, how to
hold onto it for dear life.

And this is your best self.

I'm trying.

Do I regret marrying
an abusive alcoholic asshole?

No.

Not for a second.
Because I got you.

And your brother.

See how it works?

It isn't easy...

But it's worth it.

There's going to be
a lot worse days than this.

And you can let
them kill you...

But, I don't know...
I want to live.

"I want to live."

CHERYL: You couldn't
even stick around

and enjoy your
miserable happy life.

I think you have packages for me?
My name is Cheryl Strayed.

New boots from REI?

Yes.

How far did you walk in those?

About 50 miles. You sure
there's not another package?

I'm sure. And, lady,
if you walked 50 miles

in duct tape,
you got the right package.

It's two bucks
for the Snapple.

I'll pass.

Thanks.

You like my shoes?

PAUL: Dearest Cheryl,
you made it halfway.

Six-hundred miles. Damn!

I ran into Aimee. She said you
were making your hike longer.

Did you decide
where you'll finish?

Let me know, I'll send
a tube of foot cream.

I'm sorry if I cut you short
on the phone before you left.

I still resent you, I guess.

The funny thing is...

...hell, I'll admit it...

...I miss you.

Be sure to take plenty of
water with you for the trail.

There's a water tank
20 miles up, right?

Yep. But it's way over
100 degrees out there.

That's a lot of sweat.

Okay. Thanks.

Howdy.

You should have something
for Stacey Johnson.

I'll go check.

Hey, are you hiking the PCT?

Yeah.

Are you?

You're a woman!

You come across
a guy named Greg?

Yeah. Awhile ago,
at Kennedy Meadows...

...when I knew even less
than I do now.

Well, he quit.

What? Greg?

He couldn't deal with the snow.
He's coming back next year.

Wow.

Greg quit and I'm still here?

(LAUGHS)

Cheers to that.

You get lonely?

Honestly, I think I'm lonelier
in my real life than out here.

Yes, I miss my friends,
of course, but...

...it's not like anybody's
waiting for me at home.

How about you?
Why are you here?

I don't know. I just need to find
something in myself, you know?

I think the trail
is good for that.

I mean, look.

This has the power to fill
you up again if you let it.

My mother used to say
something that drove me nuts.

"There's a sunrise
and a sunset every day...

"...and you can choose
to be there for it.

"You can put yourself
in the way of beauty."

My kind of woman.

She was the love of my life.
There's nothing else...

...to say.

I thought there'd be couches
and Kleenex and shit.

That's
50-bucks-an-hour therapy.

This is
10-bucks-an-hour therapy.

Why were you destroyed
by your mother's death?

Is that your job? To tell the
bereaved they're grieving too much?

People grieve in all sorts of different ways.
I'm asking about yours.

Is mine so bad?

You're using heroin and having
sex with anyone who asks.

I'm not sure these things
are making you happy.

That's where you're wrong.

When I'm doing them,
I feel good and happy.

When I'm not,
I feel like I want to die.

You sleep with
your husband, too?

No, I'm sort of like a guy about sex.
I prefer to be detached.

You think that's
what guys are like?

"You are here"?

I see that poster everywhere,
and I fucking hate it.

Why would you ever teach a
child they don't matter?

Did you feel you mattered?

I know I mattered.

So who detached from you?

Right. You know what?

This is not going to work.
This is not about talking.

"You want a knuckle sandwich?"

You want a knuckle sandwich?

You want a knuckle sandwich?

Go, go, go!
Go get in the car.

Get in the car.

Get the fuck out of here!

Fucking whore!

I'm going to kill you!

CHERYL: I'll kick your ass with my
new boots, you fucking asshole.

BOBBI: Thank you, baby.

"Eggs and bacon."

You want some eggs and bacon?

Baby?

CHERYL:
No more rain, no more pain.

"Even a child with normal feet
was in love with the world...

"...after he had got
a new pair of shoes."

Flannery O'Connor.

And Cheryl Strayed.

The ashes of a body aren't
really like ashes from a fire.

Soft and silky,
they're more like...

...pale pebbles mixed
with a gritty gray gravel.

I spread most of them
around her grave.

But some of
the larger chunks...

...I put in my mouth...

...and I swallowed whole.

Then I moved to Portland...

...with crazy Joe.

The first time
I smoked heroin...

...I laughed like a child...

...and twirled around
in my mother's jewelry box.

Then we snorted it.

But we were never
going to shoot it.

Never.

The first time I shot up,
I begged.

(SINGING) More, more, more!

How do you like it,
how do you like it?

The day after my birthday...

...a man asked me for money.

(SINGING) That's what I want

A week after that...

...somebody finally
wished me happy birthday.

Heroin? Of all the stupid,
selfish things!

Why are you doing
this to yourself?

Don't you fucking touch me!

Don't play this game!

Why did you even come?
I didn't ask you to!

You just want to be the hero!

Yeah, maybe!

Why did you come here?

Because!

Just because.

Fuck it.

Where is this fucking tank?

No.

No!

Shit.

(WHISPERS)
Don't fucking die here.

Thirty minutes.

Fucking iodine pills.

You got any water?

I'd give you some of mine,
but it's not ready.

It takes about half an hour...
with an iodine pill.

But you have to
filter it first.

We don't have a filter.

You can use mine.

Do you have a bottle?

Got an empty beer can.

Okay-

What are you
doing out here?

Hiking the PCT.

So how can we kill the time?

I can think of some ways.

She's got a real nice figure,
doesn't she?

I have to get going.

Sit down. We're just
messing with your head.

We need to get going, too.

Thank you much.

Yeah.

(GASPS)

Thought you were heading out.

I changed my mind.

Tried to trick us?

No, I changed my mind.

Changed your clothes, too.

I like your pants.

They look good on you.

Show off your hips and legs
and tight little ass.

Please don't say that.

Can't a guy give a girl
a compliment anymore?

Thank you.

MAN:
What the hell are you doing?

I thought you were lost. Get
your ass over here, let's go!

Here's to a young girl
alone in the woods.

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(cow MOOING)

Hello, Oregon cow.

(MAN PLAYING ACOUSTIC ROCK)

(SINGING)
Look out of any window

Any morning, any evening

Any day

Maybe the sun is shining

Birds are winging

Rain is falling
from a heavy sky

What do you want me to do

To do for you to
see you through...

(SNIFFS)

That shade looks nice on you.

Oh, you think?

Oh, my.

Do you mind
if I say something?

Sure.

The nicest lipstick in the
world can't help a girl

if she doesn't take care
of her personal hygiene.

I've every intention
of taking care of that.

It really needs to be
a priority, sweetie.

Hey.

Hey.

I, uh... I work at a music
club down the street.

We're honoring
Jerry Garcia tonight.

You should come along.
Oh. Cool.

What's your name?

Cheryl.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Don't worry,
I don't bite.

I don't mind biting.

Oh, my God. I can't
believe I just said that.

I'm so sorry. I've been on
my own for a little while.

Not that I'm "on my own." I've been
in a lot of relationships before.

I've just been hiking
on my own for a while.

Look, I'm gonna put your
name on the guest list.

Hope to see you later.

AIMEE: Hi, honey.

Here is your Ashland box.

Enjoy some well-deserved rest,
but don't overdo it, okay?

Still a lotto hike, no?

I had said
you can quit anytime.

But I take it back.

Call me when you get
to the finish line.

Love and kisses, Aimee.

(PLAYING FOLK MUSIC)

(SINGING) As it were your own

It's a hand-me-down

The thoughts are broken

Perhaps they're better

Left unsung

(AUDIENCE WHOOPING)

I don't know

I don't really care

Do I know you?

Thanks.

Let there be song

To fill the air

Ripple in still water

When there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(BOTH GASPING)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANING)

CHERYL: Dear Paul,

I woke up this morning and
wrote your name in the sand.

I've done that on every beach I've
been on ever since I met you.

But I'm not
going to do it again.

I'm ready to move on.

(SINGING) Baby, baby,
be my friend

I have only another
300 miles left to walk.

I'm desperate for it
to be over.

But I'm terrified, too.

When I'm done...

...I'll only have
two dimes to my name.

But I'll have to start living.

And I'm nowhere near ready.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Please! Sir, wait!

I just closed.

I think you have
a package for me in there?

Could it wait until tomorrow?

It has fresh clothes and food,
and batteries I need.

Okay.

If you'll have
a drink with me later.

Sure.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

There you go,
good-looking.

Thanks.

You like punch?
Hmm?

I make a good one. I throw every
liquor I can find into a bucket

and I pour a couple
of cans of juice on top.

Sounds good.

Cheryl?
Yeah.

BOY: Oh, my God.
We're closed, guys.

"If your nerve deny you...
"...go above your nerve."

Emily Dickinson.
Yes.

"I have promises to keep and
miles to go before I sleep."

Walt Whitman?

No, that was Robert Frost.

The Whitman was,
"Be curious, not judgmental."

CHERYL: Yes.

"God is a ruthless bitch."
You left the name off.

That one was me.
You're our hero.

Okay, fellas,
I'm shutting up now.

We just wanted to
pick up our post?

No. I'm sorry. l already reopened
for the young lady here.

And I'm not
gonna reopen again.

But you wouldn't
really have to reopen

because you
haven't closed yet.

And their packages
are right there.

It's such a miserable night.

Whatever's in them is gonna make
the night just that much better.

Do you mind?

(DOOR OPENS)

CHERYL: That your horse?

MAN:
If you want to take her out

in the morning,
she could do with it.

Hey, so the campsite,
is it left? Left, right?

MAN 2: Yeah.

Good night!
I'll see you in the morning.

Oh.

Number one and number two.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

CHERYL: Just a little.
Just a little.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

BOY: Wonderful!

So, Cheryl,
how do you deal with

being on your own
all the time?

I mean, we're with each other and
we're still sick of ourselves.

Mmm-hmm.

No. I've been to most of
the places in my head that

I didn't want to go to,
but I feel like there's

one or two that,
for whatever reason, I just...

I hear you.

There's a few girlfriends that I'm
in no hurry to think about again.

(CHUCKLES)

I think I know exactly who
you're talking about. Right?

(BOYS LAUGHING)

I don't want to talk
about this right now.

(RAINING)

Not again!
Good night!

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(WHISPERING) Just please
try to do the kindest thing.

LEIF:
We don't have to do this.

CHERYL: She's been
really sick for a long time.

LEIF:
There has to be another way.

CHERYL: We don't have the
money to do it right.

We can't go to a vet.

CHERYL: Leif, she's just going
to die slowly and painfully.

BOBBI: Just please
do the kindest thing.

(COCKS GUN)

(GUNSHOT)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(RETCHING)

(HORSE SNORTING)

Hey, brother, it's me.

Look, I know we don't have
a home to go back to, but...

...I want you to know
I'm pulling you along with me.

It's been really hard, but

do me a favor, okay?

Walk a little?

I love you.

Bye.

Hey, good-looking.

I brought you coffee and a
donut, fresh this morning.

Thanks. Really.

Why don't you come by for a
refill before you head off?

I will. Thanks.

Good morning, fellas.

Morning.
Morning.

So, you got a trail name?

Hmm?
You know, like a nickname.

We've got one for you.

Really.
Queen of the PCT.

Come on.

You've just got
so many stories

about people doing things for you
and wanting to help you out.

I mean, nobody ever
gives us anything.

No one ever does
anything for us, in fact.

But please, please, come and
get your refill, Your Majesty.

Yeah, Your Majesty doesn't
really go for refills.

Refills typically
come to her.

BOY: Exactly.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(HUMMING COLONEL BOGEY MARCH)

Dude, stop.

Stop. Now I'm going to have
that song stuck in my head

for the next
hundred fucking miles.

Would you prefer I just--
Don't.

Don't.

(SINGING)
And I said hey, hey, hey...

Shut up, man.

Shut up! I'm serious.

I said, hey!

What's going on?

Get him.
Get him!

(LAUGHING)

I'll get you soaked!

BOY: (SINGING) I said hey,
what's going on?

CHERYL: I'd rather be
a forest than a street

(HUMMING)

(ANIMAL MOANING)

(MOANING)

It's okay.

You're safe.

It's okay.

You're all right.

Don't be scared.

WOMAN: You got him! Thanks!

(LAUGHING) Thanks.

Does he have a name?

Shooting Star.

Shooting Star?

And I'm Vera,
and this is Kyle.

I'm Cheryl. Are you
enjoying your hike today?

I'm having a wonderful time,
thank you very much for asking.

You're so polite.

We're just out for the
weekend, rain or no.

Yeah.

Vera's my grandmom.

She's looking after me
because I have some problems

I'm not supposed
to talk about with strangers.

Well, you don't have
to talk about them.

But, you know, everybody has problems.
I have problems, too.

What kinds of problems?

Well, I mean,
I have problems with my dad.

I don't see him anymore.

Me, neither.
What about your mommy?

She died.

But, you know,
problems don't stay problems.

They turn into something else.

HOW did she die?

Um...

She got very sick.

My mother's a singer.
She's taught me many songs.

Oh, really?

Would you like to hear one?

Yeah.

(SINGING) From this valley
they say you are leaving

We shall miss your bright
eyes and sweet smile

For you take with you
all of the sunshine

That has brightened
our pathway a while

Then come and sit by
my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember
the Red River Valley

And the cowboy
that loved you so true

Just remember
the Red River Valley

And the cowboy
that loved you so true

That was really beautiful.

Thank you.

Ripped by Freaky.

(SOBBING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SOFTLY) I miss you.

God, I miss you.

CHERYL: There's no way
to know what makes

one thing happen
and not another.

What leads to what.

What destroys what.

What causes what to flourish.

Or die.

Or take another course.

What if I forgive myself?

What if I was sorry?

But if I could
go back in time,

I wouldn't do
a single thing differently.

What if I wanted to sleep with
every single one of those men?

What if heroin
taught me something?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

What if all those things I did
were the things that got me here?

What if I was never redeemed?

What if I already was?

(GEESE HONKING)

It took me years to be
the woman my mother raised.

It took me four years, seven
months and three days to do it.

Without her.

After! lost myself
in the wilderness of my grief,

I found my way
out of the woods.

And I didn't even know
where I was going

until I got there
on the last day of my hike.

Thank you, I thought
over and over again,

for everything
the trail had taught me,

and everything
I couldn't yet know.

How, in four years,
I'd cross this very bridge.

I'd marry a man in a spot almost
visible from where I was standing.

How, in nine years,
that man and I

would have a son named Carver,

and a year later, a daughter
named after my mother, Bobbi.

I knew only that
I didn't need to

reach with my
bare hands anymore.

That seeing the fish beneath the
surface of the water was enough.

That it was everything.

My life, like all lives,

mysterious,
irrevocable and sacred.

So very close.

So very present.

So very belonging to me.

How wild it was...
to let it be.

MAN: (SINGING) I'd rather be
a sparrow than a snail

Yes, I would

If I could

I surely would

I'd rather be a hammer
than a nail

Yes, I would

If I only could

I surely would

Away, I'd rather sail away

Like a swan

That's here and gone

A man gets tied
up to the ground

He gives the world

Its saddest sound

I'd rather be a forest
than a street

Yes, I would

If I could

I surely would

I'd rather feel
the earth beneath my feet

Yes, I would

If I only could

I surely would

(WALK UNAFRAID
BY FIRST AID KIT PLAYING)

(SINGING) As the sun comes up

As the moon goes down

These heavy notions
creep around

It makes me think

Long ago

I was brought into this life

A little lamb, a little lamb

Courageous, stumbling

Fearless was my middle name

But somewhere there
I lost my way

Everyone walks the same

Expecting me to step

The narrow path they've laid

They claim to walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

Hold me, love me or leave me

High

Say keep within the boundaries

If you want to play

Say contradiction
only makes it harder

How can I be

What I want to be?

When all I want
to do is strip away

These stilled constraints

And crush this charade

Shred this sad masquerade

I don't need no persuading

I'll trip, fall,
pick myself up and

Walk unafraid

I'll be clumsy instead

Hold me, love me or leave me

High