~*~ Meet the Mad-Atlantic Yackpackers ~*~

“Get Some Trail!”

 

I’ve said repeatedly that backpackers are just one giant dysfunctional family. From my experience, that is particularly true in this part of the country, the Mid-Atlantic. We are a sorry bunch of misfits that carry tequila into the wilderness, kiss the blazes, laugh too loud, wear crazy outfits, and are genuinely annoyed if anyone thinks to call us “respectable”. We are not, I repeat, we are not a respectable bunch and we make a habit of checking what dignity we have at the nearest trailhead. We are the Mad-Atlantic Yackpackers. You can hike with us anytime, but be forewarned, as a newbie to the group, you will be required to wear the hula skirt and carry the white minivan. No exceptions. For complete details, please refer to the MAYP Guidebook.

 

 

 

In alphabetical order by trail name:

 

 

 

 

Backslacker

<crash><rustle><crash> “Ow.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bearmagnet

“Crawl to me Bitch! Do you know who I am?!? I’m Rick James, Bitch!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Capt. Bobo

“My nipples are hard.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crazypace & Chase

“Did he just call me a Bonehead?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EarthNSky

“Seriously…no, seriously….where’s my beer? I can’t be serious without my beer.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gearboy

“You guys are like one big case study.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GreenMonkee

“It’s like a furry brown missile! WOODCHUCK!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jersey Devil

“We must be going the right way…the trees are getting shorter.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jackstraw

“It’s like an Everest attempt!!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jmaho *not 100% sure he really exists but have given him the benefit of the doubt as he is Smokeynoggin’s son.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lilmountaingirl (aka…me)

“I think my knees are now in my hips.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost Soul

“I can’t believe I’m trying to dump weight on a dayhike”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lumberzac

“The way I see it…it’s just one more reason to hate Michael Bolton.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MsKatieBear (aka KrispyHiker)

“We are completely harmless. I just wish the Canadian Government would see that.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neville *recently moved from honorary yackpacker to full-fledged MAYP

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no_granola (aka “klepto”)

“AHHATECHOO”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pennsy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phantom Soul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photog952

“Is this the hanging tree?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skinner

“What is he? 7?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smokinghead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spindle

“There are only a few known viruses that tequila can’t kill.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Squilax

“That reminds me of a joke…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Honorary Yackpackers

 

We are very good about importing people. So good in fact, that one import has since moved to this region. These people deserve mention for their bravery and their lack of self-respect that we so admire.

 

 

 

 

“Bateauxdriver” – successfully imported in July 2005 for the “Drunk=ferst BQb” all the way from the bayou of Louisiana! He came, he cooked the best gumbo ever and he shouted “N’AWLINS!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BoomerHiker, imported from O-Klahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

camk24, imported from Ohio

 

 

 

 

 

 

                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alpha Male (aka Mr. Topo), imported from Montana

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So you say your interested in being imported? Feel free to email me with your qualifications and a brief 500 word essay on why you should be selected as an honorary MAYP’er. It’s that easy. Only serious applicants need apply. Bwahahahaha.

 

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