“. . . And to tolerate that community, you should probably bring earplugs.” -- Shane O’Donnell
For those unfamiliar with the Appalachian Trail, it’s a National Scenic Trail that runs from Georgia to Maine, and unlike many other trails it has shelters every eight to ten miles or so. Some people prefer to use their tents while hiking the AT; other people enjoy using the shelters. There are many designs, but typically they’re three sided structures with a roof, a sleeping deck, and mice.
Mice trying to get to your food, mice sleeping on your face to keep warm, mice doing Olympic-level gymnastics. I swear, sometimes in a shelter it's like Cirque de Soleil-Down-For-Five-Minutes-And-You're-Covered-In-Mice. But shelters can be fun for people who aren't looking for a solitary experience, and they're a great option in terrible weather. And later in the season there are fewer mice around as the shelters get completely overrun with enormous black snakes.
Many first-time long distance hikers are unfamiliar with the sort of communal living that happens in the shelters along the trail (and the associated smells and noises), so I decided it would be a good idea to put together some thoughts on shelter etiquette and some observations on:
Living The Sheltered Life
In the words of House of Pain, “pack it up, pack it in, let me begin” . . . by also telling you to pack it out.
I don’t care what it is, whether or not you think it’ll burn, or if you think someone else might use it. If you don’t want it anymore it’s trash, and it isn’t any heavier than when you left town with it. Here’s a handy way of figuring out if you should leave something behind at a shelter:
hold the thing in your hand and say to yourself, “should I leave this behind?”
The answer is always no.
Note: if the thing you’re holding in your hand is poop, we need to have an entirely different discussion. And your trail name is now “Poop Hand Luke.”
All softball played inside the shelter must be slow pitch only. This should go without saying, but most hikers today aren’t carrying helmets with them like they used to.
Some people become very comfortable with taking their clothes off in front of others in the shelters. If you need to disrobe, announce that you are about to do so. This will give some people time to avert their eyes, and other people time to adjust the settings on their cell phone cameras.
If your trail name is “Spain,” walking up to the shelter and yelling, “I claim this shelter in the name of Spain” is funny twice. Maybe three times. Then you need to get a new thing.
Some Thoughts On Music:
Most people enjoy music. Most people do not enjoy listening to people learn how to play music.
All harmonica playing should be confined to the privy.
Only one tuba solo per evening.
If you play Wagon Wheel every night for two weeks because it’s the only song you know, it’s entirely possible that someone is going to use your backpacker guitar to make a fire.
Looking at the section above on music, I feel like I haven't properly expressed my feelings about hamonicas, so I'll just add this: there's a reason they let people in prison have them.
Talking to another shelter-dweller face to face is admittedly confusing and somewhat terrifying at first. Are you supposed to make eye contact? What do you do with your hands? And how are you supposed to signal your tone or emotional state without emojis? But if you put the electronics away every once in a while, it’s something you can get used to and even occasionally enjoy. Also, if you’re not binge-watching Peaky Blinders you don’t have to carry a solar charger that’s not going to work anyway.
Walking on the sleeping deck in boots is only acceptable if they have clear heels filled with goldfish.
Drugs: drug use in the shelters is sometimes a controversial topic, but ultimately it’s about respect and discretion. If you absolutely must do drugs, have some consideration and do it out of sight of your shelter mates.
Nobody needs to see you cramming your face full of Ibuprofen every morning.
Try not to be too annoyed with that first time hiker who wants to talk about his eight-pound base weight and how you’re carrying all sorts of things you don’t need and how you’ll never finish with a pack that heavy. He’s been researching his gear for a year now and he’s just excited because he finally has the chance to use it.
Plus, he’s quitting next week. So you won’t have to put up with him for long.
Complaining will not prevent the Orchestra Of Bodily Functions from launching into an all night performance. The best you can do is try to get to sleep before it starts tuning up. And bring earplugs. And maybe one of those nose clip thingies swimmers wear.
“The shelter isn’t full until everyone is in” does not apply to the guy who shows up in the rain and announces that because he decided not to carry a tent someone already in the shelter has to get out.
Showing up late:
If you show up after dark at a shelter and everyone else has already bedded down, it’s best to accept up front that there’s absolutely no way to get yourself settled into the shelter without making noise. No matter how quiet you try to be, you’re going to sound like a blind guy wandering around in a poorly organized wind chime factory.
So whatever you decide to do, do it fast. Get in there if you must, but consider the quieter option of just cowboy camping next to the fire made of backpacker guitars.
Getting up early:
I understand completely if you’re all annoyed that the other people in the shelter think “Hiker Midnight” is a joke about how early hikers fall asleep instead of being some sort of quiet hour rule. But clomping in the shelter and banging your gear around at 4:30am is going to make people hate you regardless of how justified you feel in punishing them via early morning passive aggressive retaliatory noise.
Please Purell your hands before touching anything else after mouse juggling.
And finally, if you’re hiking with your dog, maybe just stay out of the shelter entirely and set up your tent. I know you love your dog. I might even love your dog. But if your dog gets someone’s stuff wet or grabs their food or accidentally rips their sleeping bag or pees on anything, it won’t matter that “he’s never done that before,” someone is going to try to eat your dog.
Many first-time long distance hikers are unfamiliar with the sort of communal living that happens in the shelters along the trail (and the associated smells and noises), so I decided it would be a good idea to put together some thoughts on shelter etiquette and some observations on:
Living The Sheltered Life
In the words of House of Pain, “pack it up, pack it in, let me begin” . . . by also telling you to pack it out.
I don’t care what it is, whether or not you think it’ll burn, or if you think someone else might use it. If you don’t want it anymore it’s trash, and it isn’t any heavier than when you left town with it. Here’s a handy way of figuring out if you should leave something behind at a shelter:
hold the thing in your hand and say to yourself, “should I leave this behind?”
The answer is always no.
Note: if the thing you’re holding in your hand is poop, we need to have an entirely different discussion. And your trail name is now “Poop Hand Luke.”
All softball played inside the shelter must be slow pitch only. This should go without saying, but most hikers today aren’t carrying helmets with them like they used to.
Some people become very comfortable with taking their clothes off in front of others in the shelters. If you need to disrobe, announce that you are about to do so. This will give some people time to avert their eyes, and other people time to adjust the settings on their cell phone cameras.
If your trail name is “Spain,” walking up to the shelter and yelling, “I claim this shelter in the name of Spain” is funny twice. Maybe three times. Then you need to get a new thing.
Some Thoughts On Music:
Most people enjoy music. Most people do not enjoy listening to people learn how to play music.
All harmonica playing should be confined to the privy.
Only one tuba solo per evening.
If you play Wagon Wheel every night for two weeks because it’s the only song you know, it’s entirely possible that someone is going to use your backpacker guitar to make a fire.
Looking at the section above on music, I feel like I haven't properly expressed my feelings about hamonicas, so I'll just add this: there's a reason they let people in prison have them.
Talking to another shelter-dweller face to face is admittedly confusing and somewhat terrifying at first. Are you supposed to make eye contact? What do you do with your hands? And how are you supposed to signal your tone or emotional state without emojis? But if you put the electronics away every once in a while, it’s something you can get used to and even occasionally enjoy. Also, if you’re not binge-watching Peaky Blinders you don’t have to carry a solar charger that’s not going to work anyway.
Walking on the sleeping deck in boots is only acceptable if they have clear heels filled with goldfish.
Drugs: drug use in the shelters is sometimes a controversial topic, but ultimately it’s about respect and discretion. If you absolutely must do drugs, have some consideration and do it out of sight of your shelter mates.
Nobody needs to see you cramming your face full of Ibuprofen every morning.
Try not to be too annoyed with that first time hiker who wants to talk about his eight-pound base weight and how you’re carrying all sorts of things you don’t need and how you’ll never finish with a pack that heavy. He’s been researching his gear for a year now and he’s just excited because he finally has the chance to use it.
Plus, he’s quitting next week. So you won’t have to put up with him for long.
Earplugs: light, small, and solve most shelter issues (with the exception of the earplug-eating mice). |
Complaining will not prevent the Orchestra Of Bodily Functions from launching into an all night performance. The best you can do is try to get to sleep before it starts tuning up. And bring earplugs. And maybe one of those nose clip thingies swimmers wear.
“The shelter isn’t full until everyone is in” does not apply to the guy who shows up in the rain and announces that because he decided not to carry a tent someone already in the shelter has to get out.
Showing up late:
If you show up after dark at a shelter and everyone else has already bedded down, it’s best to accept up front that there’s absolutely no way to get yourself settled into the shelter without making noise. No matter how quiet you try to be, you’re going to sound like a blind guy wandering around in a poorly organized wind chime factory.
So whatever you decide to do, do it fast. Get in there if you must, but consider the quieter option of just cowboy camping next to the fire made of backpacker guitars.
Getting up early:
I understand completely if you’re all annoyed that the other people in the shelter think “Hiker Midnight” is a joke about how early hikers fall asleep instead of being some sort of quiet hour rule. But clomping in the shelter and banging your gear around at 4:30am is going to make people hate you regardless of how justified you feel in punishing them via early morning passive aggressive retaliatory noise.
Please Purell your hands before touching anything else after mouse juggling.
And finally, if you’re hiking with your dog, maybe just stay out of the shelter entirely and set up your tent. I know you love your dog. I might even love your dog. But if your dog gets someone’s stuff wet or grabs their food or accidentally rips their sleeping bag or pees on anything, it won’t matter that “he’s never done that before,” someone is going to try to eat your dog.
And let’s be honest -- sooner or later someone is probably going to try to eat your dog anyway. It happens all the time. But if you keep it away from the shelter they’ll at least be doing it out of hunger rather than spite. And they might express regret afterwards and say something along the lines of, “geez, I’ve never tried to eat someone’s dog before.”
Love it!
ReplyDeleteWell, obviously since I agree with everything you wrote (including the "dog" comments), it's either very good or very bad. "Very bad", in this case meaning you hit some nerves that deserve to be hit again and will irritate some people who need to be irritated again - and again - until they learn better.
ReplyDeleteNicely written. On the spot satire. I hope it appears before the eyes of those who 'need' to read this.
ReplyDeleteDamn, that was funny, nice writing.
ReplyDeleteI'd never force my poor dog into one of those filthy shelters. She spends enough time cleaning herself as it is.
ReplyDeleteIncluding mice as a standard on par with 3 walls and a roof is a brilliant and succinct accuracy.
ReplyDeleteI love showing up at a shelter and a school group, with 15 kids, has commandeered the shelter. They give you that "there's no room at the inn," look and then suggest that the shelter seven miles away should be available. Oddly, they were at that one the night before and nobody was there but them. It seems to happen to them all the time.
ReplyDeleteI love when folks choosing to do the AT feel like they are somehow entitled to shelter space over any other group using them.
DeleteUsually any large groups I've encountered (mostly scouts) tent near shelters rather than sleeping in them, with possibly the adult leaders in the shelter itself. Which follows the ATC guidelines regarding shelter use and groups (from the website): "they are intended for individual hikers, not big groups. If you're planning a group hike, plan to camp out or to yield space to individual hikers."
DeleteIt may be picky, but it's 'mice juggling'. Mouse juggling implies just one rodent and that would just be mouse throwing. I don't always Purell my hands afterwards because I need to save the Purell in case I accidentally touch someone else's sleeping bag.
ReplyDeleteAs a juggler (one of the required basic jestering skills), I can assure you it's "mouse juggling," in the same way that juggling pins or clubs is described as "pin juggling" or "club juggling."
DeleteI'm not beyond a little mouse throwing from time to time, though -- which is not to be confused with "throwing forward," a common mistake of the amateur mouse juggler that leads to one walking or lunging forward (also known as "Sprinting Juggler Syndrome"). To rectify throwing forward while mouse juggling, I recommend practicing while close to and facing a shelter's outer wall. This forces you to throw the mice in a plane parallel to the wall, and will solve the problem.
Good call on the sleeping bag thing, though.
Great job--in all seriousness, a perfect mix of seriousness and silliness. Some people, of course (notably the ones who most need to take it seriously) will take it all as a joke.
ReplyDeleteYou can't win. And that's why I'm staying out West where there aren't shelters. Of course, even out West the mice can find me and run through my hair while I'm trying to sleep.
I love it when you show up at a shelter and someone's set up a huge Coleman tent inside already and tries to tell you there's no room for your sleeping bag,
ReplyDeleteHikers have been commenting about shelter life for ages, as the following shows. The Old Fhart
ReplyDeletefrom THE TRAVELLER; OR, A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY
written by Oliver Goldsmith (1764)
Bless'd be that spot, where cheerful guests retire
To pause from toil, and trim their ev'ning fire;
Bless'd that abode, where want and pain repair,
And every stranger finds a ready chair;
Bless'd be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests (Jester) or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale,
Or press the bashful stranger to his food,
And learn the luxury of doing good.
But me, not destin'd such delights to share,
My prime of life in wand'ring spent and care,
Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies;
My fortune leads to traverse realms alone,
And find no spot of all the world my own.
Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend,
I sit me down a pensive hour to spend;
And, plac'd on high above the storm's career,
Look downward where an hundred realms appear;
Lakes, forests, cities, plain, extending wide,
The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
I apologize if my previous long comment was too cerebral for this blog. The Old Fhart
ReplyDeleteLoved it! A little too well written to be sharing space with my dreck, but that gives the whole page some balance!
DeleteGreat stuff
ReplyDeleteYou left out the cool quotes from hikers. I'm disappointed.
ReplyDeleteSomething else you may have wanted to cover: parts of the shelter, table, benches, or any other thing that was constructed as part of the shelter supporting furniture is neither a place for your graffiti (there is generally a register for you to do that) nor is it intended to be used as firewood.
I'm probably going to be doing quite a few more AT-related posts this year. One about fire is in the works so I left it out of this one.
DeleteGood. I bet Lone Wolf has some good tips for lighting an entire shelter at one time.
ReplyDeleteOne of the best shelter nights ever, in the history of shelter nights, was when the maintainers were finishing up a new shelter and told us to feel free to burn the wood from the old shelter... I betcha they could see the blaze 10 miles away.
DeleteWarning, if someone "accidentally" drops your harmonica in the privy, even though it is considered trash, please do not climb in there to retrieve it. Sometimes you have to let sleeping dogs lie, especially if they are guarding someone's gear.
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ReplyDeletealways looking for advice, to hike it in 2018 for MAW nice article