I've been contemplating how to accurately describe a thru hike, this is what i've come up with:
Living in the woods for half of a year means a lack of cleanliness, the term showers was broadened to gas station bathroom sinks, streams, and cold hoses. They also became less necessary.
Two Words: Crispy. Socks.
No matter how much you wring them they will bleed dirt.
I've come to call a burning pile of pine and birch home.
