My brother Squish and I reunited on the trail near Boiling Springs for four days over the weekend. By the end of those days he, not I, was smelling unreasonably rank. Though the backpack and shorts were from his thru-hike, his shirt was new. The answer seems not to be simply the reactivation of bacteria in the polypro. An unscientific sniff test showed the worst of the scent was not the shorts or the backpack, nor the new shirt. It was him.
We’re theorizing that thru-hiker scent is not simply a combination of accumalated sweat and grime. Instead, it is the olfactory calling card of the superbly efficient metabolizing human system, attained only through considerable effort and time. Thoughts?
Green One