I used to be known as the "Pigpen of the Trail'' or "Dirty Dan.'' This nickname came from the simple fact that dirt, dust, gnats and trail grime clung to me, my gear and my clothes. In many photos from that period of my life, it looked as if someone used my T-shirts to scrub the dirt off a bison or a water buffalo. However, I am not taking my title, or my trail name, for granted. If you can provide visual evidence (i.e. an emailed jpeg photo) that you or any of your hiking friends are bigger dirt magnets than I was, feel free to send them here --- but let me know if I have your permission to put them on the blog. (If this happens, I will also have to change my trail name into something else.)Meanwhile, here is some visual evidence:
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It's amazing that one can get so filthy.
hi Andrea -- you are right about that. And the weirdest thing of all is going into a town when you're completely covered with dirt and have not showered in ten days. I stopped to buy some Excedrin and bean dip in Lake Hughes, California, and everyone seemed freaked out by my appearance. (in fact, one person carried on a whole conversation with me while holding his nose!!)
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