It was back in the late 80's or early 90"s, weekend hiking in PA with my brother, that into our camp and lives walked
Duffle Bag Tim. Tim was an odd looking character with a full beard and dirty clothes, who apparently lived on the trail (we learned later)...walking north in the summers to pick up odd jobs and south in the winters to keep warm. We were wary of him, with his scruffy looks, and to be honest, we both thought he might steal something from us during the night...and perhaps he might be some crazy axe murderer.
But wary or not, we put aside our fears, cooked some dinner and ended up sharing some laughs and good conversation that night with Tim around the campfire...as well as a nip or two of adult beverages.
We were young then, and he taught us how to make "cowboy coffee" over the fire. We let Tim have the shelter that night while we slept in a tent, and in the morning we left him some extra food we had and then said our goodbyes before heading off in different directions.
Over the next couple years, we'd occasionally talk to other hikers and share stories around the evening campfire or read the various shelter registers we came across, and whenever Tim's name came up we always heard what a "lunatic" or "strange character" he was. He's one to beware of, everyone said.
Well, we never bumped into
Duffle Bag Tim again, and I heard (here on Whiteblaze) that he passed away on the trail in the mid 90's. But every time my brother & I share stories about hiking, one of us always brings up our visit with 'ole
Duffle Bag Tim and we remember the great time we had that night.
So, strangest person? Maybe, maybe not. But oddly enough, we'll never forget him!