More on the Man Who Called the Highway Woods Home

Last week, I felt privileged to be able to give our readers a look inside the life of Chris Christensen, a Vietnam Vet who lived in a wooded patch of land just off Highway 3 in Poulsbo.

This week, I’d like you to meet three more: Lori, Lisa and Lynn.

They are Chris’ sisters, who grew up with their 54-year-old oldest brother in a housing project in Schenectady, N.Y.

Each one sent me notes which will forever go to that little corner of my email inbox that never get deleted. I was taken aback that while dealing with their brother’s death, they wrote to say thanks for telling his story.

It is through the miracles of our modern times — the Internet, Google, et al — that our story found its way from that grove of cedars he called home to the corners of the country his sisters call theirs.

Chris hadn’t kept touch with his sisters, and they had no idea where he’d ended up. And while we told the final piece of this intriguing man’s life, they wrote me and spoke of all the times that led to it.

The four siblings grew up in a troubled home, Lori said. Their parents divorced. Their mother suffered from mental illness.

Chris was an altar boy. But at some point, his behavior began to change. His grades slipped and he started using alcohol and drugs. Also, “He began to challenge authority,” she wrote, “a habit he would keep throughout his lifetime.”

But they always cared for their brother.

“Ah, but he was so intelligent and when sober he was so, so funny,” she wrote.

He went off to Vietnam in 1972, Lori said. He came back with his addictions, and at some point, got into a bad motorcycle wreck that caused a skull fracture. It was reportedly not properly treated, Lori said.

It was then he began the life of a nomad — off everyone’s radar.

“He began to wander the country soon after with nothing but a backpack and his thumb,” Lori wrote.

He’d come to visit sometimes, Lori said. But his addictions and traumatic life experiences made him difficult to deal with. His independent streak would eventually lead him away.

“I can’t explain why Chris was angry with us yet loved us at the same time,” Lori said.

They’d heard he lived in Oklahoma, then went to Oregon. He’d hop in with truckers seeking company on long trips. They’d found out his attempts to find religion as a born-again Christian, only to leave the faith because “he’d feel they were trying to control his life,” Lori said.

When Chris moved to Washington sometime around a decade ago, Lisa, who’d tried desperately to keep up with him, lost track. Prior to that, when he was in Oregon, she could keep tabs from afar on him, thanks to a woman at a veteran’s affairs office in Oregon.

“She would’ve called me when money was needed to keep Chris in the hotel,” Lisa said. “She would’ve called when he got sick. He never had to know where the money was coming from.”

Chris’ mother passed away in 1997. She “suffered daily at the thought of him being out there ‘somewhere,'” Lynn told me. She added that Chris “always had a reason” not to come home.

In many ways, Chris’ way of life will always remain a mystery. But I’m thankful we got a snapshot of it. And proud I could tell the piece I knew to the ones who loved him.

“I couldn’t have asked for a greater gift than that glimpse you gave us into his world and for the peace we have knowing what the outcome was for my brother,” Lori wrote me.

I’ll never forget that.

2 thoughts on “More on the Man Who Called the Highway Woods Home

  1. I didn’t want to read the story you wrote telling of Chris Christensen – and his life under the bridge. Until now, after reading this.

    Thanks to your investigative story, this family was able to glimpse into their brother’s life and to know, finally, what happened to him.

    Your story highlights the value of good reporters and your invaluableness to society…the people in the world we live in.
    You may never know the extent your reporting can touch a life and may well alter the course of their life.

    Your story lifted the burden of worry for their brother and likely helps his sisters sleep easy now.

    I hope the day comes when the Kitsap Sun’s reporters become the highest paid newspaper reporters in the state. Maybe the nation ….
    just sharing a thought… Sharon O’Hara

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