Once upon a time (like two weeks ago), Mr. Frugalwoods and I were mistaken for through-hikers. What is a through-hiker you might inquire? A through-hiker is a
crazy amazing person who hikes the Appalachian Trail (AT) or the Long Trail or some other ludicrously lengthy trail from start to finish without stopping.
This would not be much of a story if this case of mistaken hiker-identity had happened to us, say ON a hiking trail or right after we’d been hiking. But no, being the frugal weirdos we are, it took place at the grocery store.
Mr. FW and I walk or bike to the grocery store together every weekend to stock up on produce and coffee, and to eat the free samples. Naturally, we take our hiking packs because they’re handy for carrying groceries and we wear hiking shoes because they are our walking shoes. Ok so maybe we look like hikers. But through-hikers?
Think about this for a moment: a through-hiker has been on a trail for weeks, if not months. They haven’t bathed, they haven’t shaved. They are looking ratty and tatty. So when someone stopped us in the grocery store and asked if we were through-hikers, our immediate response was, naturally, WOOT!
Are you ready for the clincher? The person who asked us had himself been a through-hiker.
Yep, apparently we look SO BAD in our weekend attire that a dude who had lived in the woods for months thought we’d also been hiking in the mountains FOR MONTHS. Mr. FW’s chest puffed up with pride and we grinned with glee. For the record, I blame Mr. FW’s epic beard for at least 50% of the mistaken identity.
This is a Woot for us on several levels:
1) We always say we don’t care what people think about us, but in this case, we were thrilled!
2) It’s a life goal of ours to actually BE through-hikers one day so I’m glad we at least look the part.
3) We now have the easiest Halloween costumes ever.
4) This Woot gives me an excuse to post more of the hiking photos that I couldn’t squeeeeeeeeze into Tuesday’s post.
The primary grumble here is that we’re not actually through-hiking any trails right now. If we were, I wouldn’t be writing this and we’d be some happy, stinky people in the woods somewhere.
What’s your greatest tale of mistaken identity?