Looks like my trail name is Mash. The origin of the name was me bitching something like, "I realize that instant mashed potatoes are something like the perfect trail food, but I swear to Christ on a burning cross I am going to beat someone to death with these sticks (I gesture with hiking poles) if I have to eat another bag of mashed!"
It was also agreed that the name suited my hiking style. I am very slow on the downhills but rather quick on the uphills- when poling uphill I supposedly "mash" violently with my arms. Probably trying to make some use of my upper body.
Anyway . . . Mash it is.
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