#trailname

[barndoorhostel]

This is JR ♥️ If you’ve been to @barndoorhostel in the past year, you’ve most likely interacted with this awesome guy! To celebrate a year of working at the hostel, JR has taken a MUCH earned vacation to Thailand. (We’re taking a vacation too, more on that in another post) . In the past year he has made such a marvelous mark in the hostel’s history. In fact, his story begins two years prior when he was hiking the #appalachiantrail and hitched 3 rides to get out of the rain and get warm and dry in one of our bunks. His hiking partner and he stayed a few nights but never forgot their experience here. The next year, they would both return to camp, hike, and enjoy #whitemountainnationalforest . In April 2022 he came back and started camping and hiking again. (PS. Our camping opens April this year too!). After a week or two, he helped assemble a shed in exchange for a few nights. Shortly thereafter, he stacked 5 cords of wood and earned his badge as a true employee. . JR is short for JackRabbit, which is his #trailname. He’s hiked the #pacificcresttrail and the #appalachiantrail and has stayed at dozens of hostels both in the US during his hikes, and abroad on his travels to Asia. . He spent his youth in the Navy, stationed on the Carl Vincent in San Diego, where he honed his attention for detail that would later serve him well as the cleaning master here. After receiving a law degree, he traveled the world and hiked to #everestbasecamp . . JR’s time here has been unmatched. He has assumed the role of maintenance man, HR, manager, housekeeping, receptionist, master painter, chef, musician, and staff “dad”—making sure the rest of our staff had an amazing and comfortable time while working at Barn Door. . His love for @appaliving and @barndoorgoose pours out at all moments, so much so that he gained yet another nickname—the chicken man, notorious for sneaking the pups little pieces of chicken whenever he could . Whether it was his frequent trips to Maine for some special chocolate, the gallons of lemonade and apple cider, or the @rumneyvillagestore breakfast sandwiches, he was always sharing his favorite snacks with the other staff. . We love you JR. Safe travels! (at Barn Door Hostel and Campground) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp6SPQ-O6Rs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kleeklutch]

Dear Check, Please! and especially Nurseydex fandom. I just finished a book called The Unlikely Thru-Hiker by Derick Lugo that could've been written by a real-life Derek Nurse.

They are both biracial, hail from NYC, are metrosexual, care about their appearance and grooming, want to come off as suave and smooth but are actually hilarious in their interactions with other people, clumsy af, hella determined, good at making friends, but sometimes take a while to warm up to someone they don't understand right away, impulsive, love coffee, NOT a morning person, both are writers...Derick Lugo even spent some months in a friend's cabin so he could work on his book. And now he's seemingly moved to a rural area to continue writing. I mean....Help! I'm dyyyying!!!

Literally could turn the whole book into a nurseydex au where Derek hikes the AT and meets Dex somewhere like at a hostel he works at or smth. Anyway, I lost my whole shit and had to call my bestie to tell them all about it for like an entire hour, and the more things I mentioned, even more things clicked into place.

Oh my God, I forgot the best part! The best part is his trail name is - I shit you not - MR. FABULOUS!!!!!

Pleeeeeaaaase it is just too much! Would that not be EXACTLY the sort of trailname Nursey would get??

He even has a chipper friend named Overdrive who's got Chowder vibes. A hella chill dude named Mike. Very Shitty vibes for that guy IMO. And just... Goodness...

So if you have a hankering, I highly recommend the book, The Unlikely Thru-Hiker. It is excellent in its own right. But it also provides entertaining fodder for musings about Derek Nurse and Nurseydex.

[forageworkshop]

Hiking the Appalachian trail is a truly great accomplishment! I make these ornaments to commemorate your journey. I personalize the backs with years, dates trail name etc. they are one of my favorites to customize, I love hearing your stories! . #forageworkshop #appalachiantrail #athiker #athiking #thruhiker #fromgeorgiatomaine #longhike #backpacker #backpacking #trailname #trailnamehere #appalachiantrail2020 #appalachianmountains #appalachia #hikemore #takeahike #smokymountains #shenandoahnationalpark #shenandoahvalley #smokymountainsnationalpark https://www.instagram.com/p/CCg4ulshWvP/?igshid=6fpmthyxzyxu

[photojag]

This is "f-word" , and this is "f-word fanny pack". He was one of the many hikers to swing by my buddies hiker feed recently. I thought the fanny pack needed some IG love lol #thruhiker #appalachiantrail #at #fword #trailname #trailmagic #thruhiker2018 #denniscove #fujifilmnorthamericax #fuji #xpro2 #jeremy.gouge #feedemall #adventurephotographer (at Dennis Cove Falls)

[actiontroop263]

“greg-o” (l) & crew leader “el moisto” (r) . . . #july2016 #actiontroop #troop263 #crew179 #venturing #macgyver #trailname #crewleader #dahlgrenbackpackingcamp #southmountain #maryland #highadventure #appalachiantrail #hike100 #gettysburg #backpacking #scoutsbsa #bsa #boyscouts #boyscoutsofamerica #scoutmein #weownadventure #weareadventure #iphone6plus https://www.instagram.com/p/B3niMlfh7c7/?igshid=1jhswdxttfie

[johnykoh5]

“swamp thing” is his trail name! . . . #july2019 #actiontroop #trailname #swampthing #canoe #bigmanisteeriver #manisteeriver #chippewalanding #troop263 #backpacking #manisteerivertrail #northcountrytrail #scoutsbsa #boyscouts #boyscoutsofamerica #bsa #scoutmein #weownadventure https://www.instagram.com/p/B3GIs5ZFwfH/?igshid=1xp2ge3h7d718

[goiira]

"Born from the fires of the sun, this golden eagle flies toward earth. And as he does, becomes mortal. And although his fire appears to be gone, like you yourself feel at times, there is a coal forever burning in the heart. When the grace of the 4 winds allow, and in divine moments, the eagle in you will burst forth to glorify the sun above. But in order to grow and to learn from the hardships of this earth, you must be humble and face your powerlessness. Wait for the time when you can burn as bright as the sun above. You are from the sun. And to the sun you will return. The eagle represents the leader in you. It's wingspan holds the sky upon it's back & just like you dont seek to suppress the ones below the eagle seeks to raise up the potential of all those beneath it. When you are tired, don't be weary, for the sun from which you are born pulls upward with greater force than can be imagined. Your heart is to fly high in the sky, to glide to great lengths. Let your "Kah!" echo across the valleys and mountains of this world. Peace Of I" -A Letter From Higher Self 12/22/11 A totem, and symbol of my awakening and walking forward from my previous name. "Amber Heart Of Scarlet" #higherself #journal #sun #eagle #trailname #honorname #anasazifoundation #anasazi #seedsofgreatness #totem https://www.instagram.com/p/B2DpmjEpVEC/?igshid=cokw6s01v1gv

[backtobasicsnow]

Where have you been skiing last season? Cover yourself in your favorite trail names ⛷❄️🤩 #skidecor #skistuff #skitrail #skibedding #skiingtrailnames #skihouse #cozyblankets #skilodgedecor #chalet #throwblankets #skihomedecor #trailnames #skiresorts https://www.instagram.com/p/COaJa72hyTP/?igshid=3mzjtmmee4fj

[draconym]

You letterbox? I letterbox! What's your trailname??

It’s just Cyaneus, that’s my name most places! I’m not really an active Letterboxer, but I enjoy making stamps and hiking and having a logbook. Here’s my profile on AtlasQuest, and here’s some stamps I’ve made:

My signature stamp is probably due for a revamp--it’s literally the first stamp I ever carved. A long time ago I made some themes for the AQ website, but the only one that displays properly anymore is the old Microsoft Paint one.

[thehikingnerd]

Day 139 (10/3).

Today I woke up and was on a mission for 30 miles. These short days kept pushing back our finish date, and it was getting dangerously close to interfering with me getting home before Halloween. After getting packed up and ready a little earlier than Butt'rs, I popped two ibuprofen and made a big pot of very very strong instant coffee... and we were off! It was a beautiful day and we were making good time right from the start. We saw bear prints everywhere in the snow as we made our first climb of the day, along with coyote and deer prints as well. The bright red huckleberries in the valleys were beautiful and we stopped for lunch at the peak of the first big climb in the snow. I cooked two ramen with some textured vegetable protein, olive oil, a few other things and then made more extra strong coffee. I needed entertainment and fuel, like I said I was on a mission and was feeling good, like 30 was possible that day if we pushed and could make up for the last 4 days being sub 20-mile days. Man... that second round of coffee must have done it... I was a hiking machine after that. I was rolling down the backside of the mountain! Butt'rs and I saw another bear and I tried to get around the bend quickly to see if I could find him and watch him run away down the mountain but I lost him. I stopped at a lake for just a minute because it was so pretty and because the water looked so nice and clear blue I wanted to try out filming under water with my phone being waterproof and hadn't tried that out yet. But then the race was back on. We made our way down into a beautiful valley and then a couple of fighter jets spaced out rolled through the valley... one came though just before our next big climb started and was low enough to hurt my hears and was pretty intense. This downhill seemed to go on forever and we could see the switchbacks up the other mountain and it was obvious that this was going to be one of the worst cases of PUDs (pointless ups and downs) on the whole trail and it certainly was! Mile and miles of steep downhill and we were just rolling at near-jogging pace.  Finally, after crossing a bridge over a stream at the bottom, the trail went down another half mile or so before turning around and heading straight back up. They really should take you around the mountainside and cut off some of this pointless up and down. Normally I wouldn't complain, but this one is 3000ft down to a random point and then right back up 3000ft. It was just killer and uncalled for. But also, I was so jacked on caffeine and had the 30 mile goal in my head, so I just kept on rolling. I was a fair bit out in front of Butt'rs and I was only just starting the big uphill when I saw a hiker going SOBO. I said hey and stopped to chat for a bit. He said he had run into several NOBO hikers today... Will (the 19yr old from TX we had met at the trail angel's place a couple of days ago) I knew he was way ahead of us... he said he had seen him that morning so I guessed that put Will at least 15 maybe 20 miles out ahead of us and that he had just walked to Butt'rs! I was like Butt'rs?! Butt'rs is behind me I'm about 99% sure, but he insisted he had just talked to Butt'rs and then complained about how cold the last two nights have been. It was possible to have crossed the stream earlier on and taken a short cut that would have saved him more than a mile of down and up. Hmm... so it looked at this point as though one of two things was going on... either there was a second guy with the trailname "Butters" ahead (which was possible) or that Butt'rs had cut a corner and was now out ahead of me. With Butt'rs and I both being purists, however, I didn't think he would cut a big corner like that, and as weird as it sounded the notion of a second Butters seemed like the more likely of these two scenerios. This SOBO guy's name was Savage, and after just a brief chat I was on my way. Now I was really driven to go faster up this climb, which I usually go slower than Butt'rs on the climbs, but I wanted to either catch up to him or catch up to the other Butters. I was in a Butter sandwich, A Tale of Two Butt'rs, I can't believe it's not Butt'rs, lol, we're all silly things that came to mind when thinking of this situation. Unfortunately this side of the hill was facing south and had dried out enough that I couldn't make out any clear shoe prints the whole way up. I would have been able to recognize Butt'rs' New Balances and could have known whether he was really ahead of me or not. I did think it was odd that we had been following a set of tracks for two days or so now from a hiker who had passed us the morning we let the sun dry our tents out and I had been following these Altra prints for a while now and I figured this must be the person savage had just talked to, but I still hoped to catch him and see if his name really was Butters/Butt'rs. Finally, after a grueling 3000 ft climb I made it to the snow line and could see clearly that Butt'rs was indeed still behind me and had not taken the shortcut and gotten out ahead of me. I had told him that I wasn't going to take a break until I reached the top, but since it was snowy I thought I would just go a little further or maybe stop of the opposite side of the flat top area before the final descent of the day. About half way across the top flat part I saw another much smaller bear who was sitting and eating huckleberries on a hillside near a small tree (for some reason I knew I was about to see one before I saw him, had this weird feeling he was there before actually seeing him). He sat there and hesitated for a second but then ran away too; it's wild how these bears just get out of dodge when a human is near. But in looking down I saw tons of nice huckleberries and decided to wait for Butt'rs while eating as many of these berries as I could. I had eaten a good number of these when Butt'rs finally rolled up and we discussed the whole situation with Savage. It was weird, but Butt'rs thinks he was tripping on acid and must have gotten confused hearing me say Butt'rs and just kept saying the wrong name of the guy ahead of us. I wasn't paying that close attention to him personally to notice if he was tripping or not, but anyway it was all figured out that at least Butt'rs was indeed behind me and we took off down the mountain. We had gotten cold sitting up at the high elevation while eating the berries. I was once again feeling driven and got out ahead of Butt'rs and I was hoping to keep pushing even after we reached the bottom and try to make it to a campsite a few miles further away. But while going downhill, I was reading through the Guthooks app and saw that the town of Stehekin had already reduced their shuttle service down to twice a day rather than the normal four times during peak season... thus meaning that even if we pushed on we would really have to haul ass to get there by 3pm on October 4th if I wanted to get into the resort/town in order to call Angie on Mid-Autumn Festival... but we would also have agree to hike into the night tonight and probably wake up at 4am or so to make it, and even still would run the chance of just not making it in time (and to be honest, I knew he had little incentive to push like that personally). I sat down on the trail disappointed knowing we wouldn't be able to make it and that I wouldn't be able to call Angie on this holiday, it would be the first I hadn't been able to swing something from the trail on a special day and the first time to not talk with her on this particular holiday. So I just sat there and waited on Butt'rs while resting and looking at all the comments on the app so I'd know what to expect whenever we would eventually make it into Stehekin. Finally, Butt'rs came and said he was beat. I told him I would have wanted to push on, but since it was impossible to make it by tomorrow night's last shuttle that there was no point in killing ourselves, and we camped at a site beside a silty river after a 24-mile day with an estimated 9,000 ft of elevation gain throughout the day! It had been a rough-@ss day, and we were both beat and hurting all over. So at Mile 2532.6 we set up camp, ate, threw out decoy thrash for mice, and went to sleep.

[courtneybarriger]

Red Fox on alert #nature #naturelover #ecoethical #photography #easternsierras #trailname (at Griffith Observatory)

[mountains-and-mayhem]

Day 64-66 (Ian) - Lone Pine to Crabtree Meadows

Driving in the van on July 6 (Day 64) back up the switchbacks from Lone Pine at 3,500 feet to Horseshoe Meadows Campground at 10,000 feet was dizzying and gave me some motion sickness / altitude sickness. When we arrived Kim made me some ginger tea and I laid down for about an hour. With the nausea gone, we excitedly began hiking. Not far from the campground we ran into our first ranger. Bandaid was so excited. He checked our permits and made sure we all had bear vaults. Then, as we continued to climb, we ran into our first real patches of snow.

At the top of Cottonwood Pass (mile 750), we found a large slope to practice self arresting with our ice axes. Bandaid has mountaineering experience and was an excellent teacher. It was pretty fun throwing yourself head first down the slope and fighting gravity with such a simple tool as an ice axe. It's easy really: reorient onto your belly, put your feet up, reorient your head uphill, slam the axe head into the snow with your body weight, wait to come to a complete stop, plant your feet, and plunge the axe handle deep. Now you have self arrested! The trick with the practice is to get those steps down to a fast response time. I also learned that it was important during the reorientation step not to roll over the side I was holding the axe handle with, it was much easier and faster to roll to the other side.

Between my altitude/motion sickness and self arrest training, we didn't actually hike very far, but we were pretty tired anyway. That first night we stayed at Chicken Spring Lake (mile 751) - which is nestled between the mountain and the trees in the photo. After dinner, as the was sun setting, I sat for 45 minutes and watched the light slowly move across the rock face. I wondered how long those rocks have been staring back at us, were they once covered in a glacier, how did it become shaped? The geology is fascinating! Bandaid is a geo-engineer, so we got a few rock lessons along the way.

The next day we crossed the boundary into Sequoia National Park (mile 754) and had a bit of blessed downhill walking. As we descended, we were approaching our first big creek: Rock Creek. Thinking it would be better to tackle the creek in the morning and not wanting to sleep too low in elevation or too near to water to stay away from the mosquitos, we walked a quarter mile off trail at mile 759 to a beautiful flat spot and played a game of catch before setting up camp.

The next morning we reached Rock Creek (mile 761). We had heard from passing hikers that there was a log that made crossing easy, so Bandaid, Scribe, and I crossed the first log we saw not knowing that was right were Perrin Creek came off the hillside and joined with Rock Creek. Our choice would doom us to a 1.5 mile marshy slog to the good log crossing. Jailbreak and CB were a bit behind us and didn't make the same mistake.

After the creek crossing, we started going back up and I was feeling really high. I chased the endorohins and pushed hard up the several mile climb, a little too hard, especially given the weight of my pack after the last resupply. After my rest at the top, reshouldering my pack brought a sharp pain. I think that my scoliosis has affected the balance of stength in my abdominal wall and I had taxed the weaker side too much. Bandaid feared a hernia, but the pain receded quickly and did not return. Regardless, I took it easier from then on.

Not long later, we got a really good glimpse of Mt. Whitney. It gave me shivers of excited anticipation down my spine that I had to shake off like a dog would. The terrain was an interesting mix of dusty, granite sand with sparse vegetation and dense pine forests. I noticed the tree species were changing too. Up high the white pines were replaced by bristlecone pines; and down in the valleys ponderosa pines gave way to red firs and lodgepole pines.

Coming into Crabtree Meadows on July 8th (Day 66) - a few miles off the PCT at mile 766 - we had our very first stream that required fording: Whitney Creek! It took much longer than I liked for me to wardrobe change on each side of the creek, but I feared the damp could cause new blisters - a problem I was glad to no longer be nursing daily. Scribe however is a no-nonsense hiker and simply walked across!

But it was worth it. Crabtree Meadows was beautiful and had a latrine! Perfect for prepping for Mt. Whitney. The meadow stays so nice because they prohibit camping on the grass, so everyone sets up in the trees. Another hiker the rest of the crew had met earlier joined us just a little later and we gave him the trailname Patch Adam on account of his real name being Adam and all the patches on his pants. Adam had started his adventures months before us on the Arizona trail. By Crabtree Meadows, he had already hiked over 1200 miles!

Tomorrow... Whitney...

[hikertrash101]

April 19, PCT2018 Day 6 to Jullian

After a night of 35-40 mph winds we packed up and pushed through. After 20 minutes of walking it started to rain. After walk-in for over an hour in the spray I decided to just sit, eat a trail magic grapefruit and wait for it to clear up.

Unfortunately I wasn’t meant to be and after an hour I just started walking again. I met Happy Feet from 2017 he was giving out trail magic. I accepted a Gatorade and went on to catch the guys.

At the road to Jullian we were picked up by Ghost and driven to Karmen’s place. Karmen has a pup in a puffy. We found Tye Dyes ex!! She recognized our trailnames from his stories!

Jullian is the town of free stuff. At Karmens we all bought dinner and slept on the floor. There was at least a dozen of us.

[redlineguiding]

A.T. Finisher, Age 74, Finds Her Bear

A.T. Finisher, Age 74, Finds Her Bear

Debby’s trailname is “Bear Repellent” because over the decades while trying to section out the Appalachian Trail she had never spotted a bear. Finally, however, in the nick of time we might add, Bear Repellent got to meet a bear named Prince Hairy, a mere three feet from her finish line in Tennessee. We wanted to literally be there to help welcome her to the end of the line, but logistics got the…

[nukevinsmith]

HIKERS DREAM  Episode 12  KRISTINE HARTLAUB INTERVIEW

Kristine Hartlaub, trailname GG, took a leave of absence from work for her first thru-hike, the Appalachian Trail. She loves backcountry adventures. Hosted by Dean Val Vitols.

https://www.duanethegreatwriter.net/

[actiontroop263]

macgyver to the rescue! . . . #july2016 #actiontroop #troop263 #crew179 #venturing #macgyver #trailname #southmountain #maryland #highadventure #appalachiantrail #hike100 #gettysburg #backpacking #scoutsbsa #bsa #boyscouts #boyscoutsofamerica #scoutmein #weownadventure #weareadventure #iphone6plus https://www.instagram.com/p/B3lMQhlB6Gk/?igshid=zoafq2ffh03j