You carry 40 pounds of gear you're not likely to use at all TODAY on your back.
Your monthly calendar has random names of places inserted on Saturdays and Sundays only you understand.
You view duct tape in a whole new way.
You know you are a hiker when you actually think Scar Ridge in the rain was fun.
You know you are a hiker when you don't mind going up the North Slide on Tripyramid in the rain.
You know you are a hiker when you plan your wedding around your hikes
your tan line stops right around the ankle (mine is slightly below the ankle)
When half your "tan" above the ankle washes off in the shower afterward...
You walk funny on Monday mornings.
You do not own any cotton underwear.
All your co-workers know what you will be doing for the weekend without asking.
You keep an extra map in your desk at work just in case you need to answer a question.
Losing power at the house for days is no big deal.
You can name all the peaks you see from your office window.
You actually use the hip belt on your pack.
Giving a ride to a smelly covered-in-mud hiker is a no-brainer.
... your willing to spend more time in a car driving to and from a hike, than on the trail actually hiking
... the answer to "whats the last book you read" is always the White Mountain Guide
... you reopen a cut hiking that you got the previous week from hiking
... you can remember all the names of the mountains in the Whites but forget your relatives names
... you have a heated discussion over the correct pronunciation of Tripoli or Moosilauke or Kancamagus
...your mind arrives to the hike days before your body reaches the trailhead.
Courtesy of the witty folks at
http://www.rocksontop.com and why many of them are NH specific.