I thought it might be fun to learn how some of you or your aquaintences earned their trail names. I'm sure there are some interesting stories out there.
I thought it might be fun to learn how some of you or your aquaintences earned their trail names. I'm sure there are some interesting stories out there.
Carry over from my navy nickname.
"You know your camping trip really isn't going well when you find yourself hoping to stave off sepsis with a six-pack of Icehouse. "
"Age is not an accomplishment, and youth is not a sin."
when I was young (6 or 7) my Dad asked me if I would rather be Wyle E Coyote or the roadrunner.I said Coyote.
The next morning when I woke up and WASN'T coyote I was quite upset.
Name stuck for the last 45 years
My son found 2 headlamps while doing an overnight a couple of years back. He was 4 at the time. He wore them both for the whole hike. Now, he wears them whenever we hike. Day or night.
Not my trail name...but one that I gave my buddy earlier this year.
We were hiking with the early birds in the snow, temps in the teens at night, and he was reading "The Road" (post-apocalyptic novel) in the shelters...
I don't have a Trail Name yet, I chose Mountain Wildman for this site because the Trail Town I live in is surrounded by Mountains and my best friend always calls me Wildman. I was going to go with White Mountain Wildman but I figured that was a little long.
As a kid I always climbed trees and was dubbed monkey by my family. I can even do a decent monkey impression. Even my Niece calls me Uncle Monkey.
So it was easy to go with Trail Monkey.
My story isn't as good as the others on here. Really...it's kinda boring I guess. I got my name from the way I sleep on backpacking trips...in the tent or in the shelter...on my side..over to my back...turn to the other side...and repeat. Sidebackside
HABAKKUK 3:19
Yaweh my Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like those of a deer and enables me to walk on mountain heights!
....... rode my bicycle non-supported from Yorktown, VA to Astoria, OR the year before I thru'd. The name kinda stuck.
"Fish Camp Woman.... Baby, I like the way you smell"
- Unknown Hinson
Son and I did some time on the AT in PA this summer - he ended up with Drafty (hikes in a kilt and likes good beer). He gave me TOP (tired old Pole).
Real last name is Gale. So Storm has been around for a long long time.
"The difficult can be done immediately, the impossible takes a little longer"
Mine is a holdover from another hobby, high power rocketry. Hence, I'm jonesin' for rocket launches.
The Gray Fox is from another sport. I was very good at something that a fellow who's nickname was The Silver Fox was good at and a friend gave me an 'also ran' nickname.
I was telling another friend about my exciting plans to do some section hiking next year and how much I wished I had had a chance to hike the AT when I was younger and etc. My friend said, "Hmm, Bittersweet." It seems so appropriate that I gotta go with it.
I dehydrate manwich and rehydrate it in the woods and eat it on a tortilla. According to my friends, I'm the first person to ever do this and I'm going down in history as a hero and a savior.
up over the hills, theres nothing to fear
theres a pub across the way with whisky and beer
its a lengthy journey on the way up to the top
but it ain't so bad if you have a great big bottle o'scotch
Great stories! Keep 'em coming! I guess I am going to wait until I am somehow bestowed a trail name. I won't choose one for myself, but I'll certainly decide whether to accept one or not!
Only have limited times I can head north to hike, rain or shine, so I take it when the time is there. Usually rain, enough so to shake your faith in statistics. As an example, most of Georgia was in the middle of the most severe drought on record in the mid-90's; water was so non-existant the maintainers were leaving 2-liter bottles of water at the sites where springs used to be. I go hiking...and the remnants of a tropical storm settle in for all four days I was out. Even got picked up at Unicoi Gap in pouring rain! I leave the mountains, the rain stops and the drought returned for a couple more years.
A fellow backpacking with me nine years ago looked at my couscous and proclaimed "you are what you eat" .. and it stuck. Glad I wasn't eating "four cheese instant mashed potatoes" at the time .. that would have been a bit cumbersome.
From a few years ago: http://rocketjones.mu.nu/archives/234466.php
She'll reach a full mile and change with a maximum motor, recovers under parachute.
My daughter took this photo, which is one of my all-time favorites: http://rocketjones.mu.nu/archives/026849.php