Common among hikers is a way of talking, of storytelling that is seemingly meant to scare fellow hikers; an explosion of a simple experience into something near-impossible or almost-unattainable. The exchange usually ensues as such:
Hiker A – “Hey, how was the ascent of Mount X?”
Hiker B – “Oh man, it was so gnarly! There were slabs of granite at almost a 90 degree angle that were all moss-covered and you couldn’t climb up without using both hands and feet! One small misstep and you’d definitely plummet right off the mountain!”
This, of course, usually leaves Hiker A fearful and sometimes in a state of dread for what may lie ahead. Some hikers, upon hearing similar experiences will even choose to skip over an entire section of the trail, deeming it ‘too dangerous’ based on the loaded stories they hear; or, a lot of hikers will ‘slackpack’ a section so as to decrease their weight and, therefore, in this case, make it easier to maneuver through tougher sections (“Slackpacking is hiking without a backpack, or with a day pack. It usually means you have to get to a hostel or outfitter, leave most of your gear there, take a shuttle up trail, and hike backwards to the outfitter carrying only what you need for the day.” http://blog.ctnews.com/forbes/2011/05/18/slackpacking/).
Similar interactions have occurred several times since we have been on the trail, and have happened among others as well. I have noticed it to be a common machoism among some hikers versus others who will speak of the same scenario with far less exaggerated words and tone, saying, “Well, there are lightly graded slabs of granite that are moss-covered in some parts so you have to be careful, but that’s only a small section and nothing to worry about; just take it slow.”
Corresponding with fellow hikers, we have found that the Hiker B personality exists fairly regularly throughout the trail. Most people become desensitized after the first few epic interactions, and learn to take the words lightly; others revise their modes of hiking (as outlined above).
All of this has left me wondering though: Why do we tell stories in this way so as to invoke fear among others? And what is it about narrative that ties in to personal identity regarding what we want others to observe or think about us, and who we, in fact, are?
Creating fear in others based on the language we use is no new tactic in human experience. A rhetoric of fear is something effectively used for years in the realm of politics and marketing to deceive others in support of a proposed idea. On the trail, this sort of ‘fear talk’ and machoism implores others to feel anxiety or concern, both emotions that could be perceived as being inferior to the urged confidence of the storyteller.
This is a discussion much better reserved for my personal Web site where I intend to focus on this at length in the near future. Though I do think there is something to be mentioned on this blog regarding this epidemic of speech and action. Not only does it serve to form a deception for others, but it also becomes a sort of self-deception for the person telling the story. So much of life and meaning is shaped by storytelling/narrative. It is, in this case, merely a harmless act of communication that could simply be shrugged off, but for those interested in any form of social and moral philosophy or psychology, the nature of narrative speaks lengths about yourself and others.
What stories do you tell others, and how much of it is laced with exaggerations and frills?
Now, I’ll turn to photos, where no story is necessary!
— Virginia
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Looking back at the progress of the day: Mt. Madison, Mt. Adams, Mt. Jefferson. Up next, Mt. Washington! Sure love those White Mountains of New Hampshire!

Yes, this is the summit of Mt. Washington. It was like a zoo. And yes, we gorged at the summit’s restaurant.

After climbing Mt. Washington, we descended to the Lakes of the Clouds Hut. We did ‘work for stay’ which consisted of light work in return for dinner, a place to sleep, coffee, and breakfast.

Another ‘work for stay’ at the Zealand Falls Hut in the White Mountains. A huge dinner of stuffed pasta shells, green beans, lentil soup, salad, more pasta shells, and cake!

Bill Ackerly, the ice cream man (whose house is right off the trail) gives free ice cream and water to hikers. He has croquet set up in his yard too for those interested in a change from the normal hike. What a guy!

Bill Ackerly was, unfortunately, not there when we arrived, but a letter directed us to the freezer in the back for free ice cream!

One of the murals by José Clemente Orozco in the basement of Dartmouth College’s library. This was my favorite of them; what I consider to be a very bold statement on academics.
–Virginia
David & Virginia
Hope you guys have a fabulous trip to Georgia!
Our hiking group at the Lake of Clouds loved your story and we wish you all the best on the trail.
Wish we were with you but enjoy it all for us!
All the best,
Greg
These pictures are really amazing… will you guys ever be able to live indoors again?
I love your “near impossible” post. Heading southbound, I’m guessing it doesn’t apply:-)) It was fun meeting you guys today near McAfee Knob. I was feeling unsocial and just about kept my head down while we passed. My friendly husband Craig said hello, so I decided to look up, and recognized VA! Your travels are wonderful and we wish for you a safe and fun hike to GA. Craig and Sandie
It was awesome to meet y’all on the trail! Thanks for shooting us a message as well 🙂