Here's the thing about the hikers on the trail: we are all in incognito. It's like a 2200 mile long spy convention where nobody knows anyone else's name. Or kind of like visiting my brother in college where he introduced us to his friends: Erv, Snack Bar, Toph, and Zipperhead.
I'm talking about trailnames. They are pretty much like nicknames, but used on the trail, hence trailnames.
Some people have trail names based on where they live, like Florida Jimmy and Upstate. Some people come in with trailnames from their everyday life, like Chiclet. (Her dad's pet name for her) Some people get their names from things they say or go on the trail, like Big Spoon. Or from their overall disposition, like Sweet K. Some people even just make things up because they think it sounds funny: K-Busy.
Then there's me. Who gets a trail name because of my shopping habits. Like shopping at the LLBean clearance rack for this rain jacket
I'm talking about trailnames. They are pretty much like nicknames, but used on the trail, hence trailnames.
Some people have trail names based on where they live, like Florida Jimmy and Upstate. Some people come in with trailnames from their everyday life, like Chiclet. (Her dad's pet name for her) Some people get their names from things they say or go on the trail, like Big Spoon. Or from their overall disposition, like Sweet K. Some people even just make things up because they think it sounds funny: K-Busy.
Then there's me. Who gets a trail name because of my shopping habits. Like shopping at the LLBean clearance rack for this rain jacket
And wearing an old fleece hat like this:
After the epic freezing cold day on April 3rd, people started calling me "Pink Jacket". But then Chiclet changed it to Pink Lady. And when we all sat disown by the creek on April 4th and shared a pink lady apple that Big Spoon pulled out of her pack, it was sealed.
So everyone, I am now Pink Lady!
So everyone, I am now Pink Lady!
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