A right of passage when doing a long hike is receiving a trail name. When we started we watched as people scrambled to name each other, wanting to be ‘christened’ moments after arriving on the trail, we tried to avoid it, but there is no escaping being given a trail name. So without further ado our names and how we got them.
Orange Crush = Dan
Dan was named fast, we met a guy named “Nemo” on our second day. At our initial meeting we gave our real names but when we ran into him again later all he could remember was Dan had a bright orange shirt on and could crush him (this guy is tinier than me) so he just kept calling him Orange Crush.
Lightfoot = Heather
Despite the lack of originality in mine it was given to me. Every time I would call to make a hotel reservation the person on the other end of the phone would always question me once I told them my last name. “We need your real last name ma’am.” “We need the name that appears on your card ma’am.” “We only accept your real name, not your trail name.” After one such phone call, they other hikers who witnessed me explaining that Lightfoot truly is my last name, decided that I should just embrace it and gave me the trail name, Lightfoot.
Hiker Trash = Not Us
Unfortunately a name that is associated with all thru hikers and I can’t stand it. We are not trash, we are hikers/adventurers/anything but trash. Yes, sometimes we get a bit stinky, yes we believe in the 5 second rule when food is dropped but that does not make us trash. We’ve seen some hikers really embrace this and behave like, well trash, but for the most part our fellow hikers are anything but trashy.