My all time high (or low actually) was nine days while on the A.T. in the CT/MA area. At the time, there were very few hostels open and it was just North of Mt. Greylock before we finally broke down and got a motel room.
I did the Vermont Trail in 96 and went ten days without a shower. A family picked me up on the hitch into Manchester Center and opted for the windows over the AC. There’s something cool about watching black water roll off your body in the shower after ten days on the trail.
I went 5 days once in the backcountry. I passed a family on the trail and one of the kids said to the other, “Knock knock.” “Who’s There?”, was the reply. “That Man”. “That man who?” “That man stinks.”
I left the house Sept 8th for Wyoming an didn’t feel the need to shower until hitting the hotel Sept 15th. We hiked the Teton crest trail, my tentmate vowed never to stay in my tent again…. good stuff
Went 12 days once while on the PCT not counting the occasional jump into an icy lake. I actually got to the point where it didn’t really bother me if you can believe that.
Ohhh, and you know I’m gonna answer this one…. Let’s see, I think it was seven days once when I did a section of the Long Trail in Vermont. I actually had to replace my sleeping bag after that hike – no kidding. It was 90 degrees all week and I’m a big man that sweats a lot – so I think you get the idea.
4 days, really. I couldn’t stand myself. Of course, once I got a shower, then started hiking, it was like I didn’t shower at all. I learned to boil a little water in my pot after dinner and wash the areas that needed it the most (you know…)
haha, this is a great topic. This year on my thru-hike of the At i only showered @ Kinkora and in Pearisburg before getting a room in Glasgow, Va 770 miles in. after that it was too hot and i was showering about every 7-10 days!
Was in Maine once and had been hiking for a week on the A.T. and needed some supplies. Hitched to Rangeley to a small grocery store and got some food. A little kid in the checkout asked if I was a bum. Told him I was a section hiker, but this confused him. His Mom was embarrased and apologized and offered me a ride back to the trail.
9 days on the North Carolina Bartram Trail in summer of 2005. It was a solo trip and I saw nary a soul except at Cheoah Bald so there was no one to offend.