You might be a tree-hugger if...

...you almost drive your sleeping friends off the side of a mountain...not because you're tired but because you were trying to ID the conifers on the horizon --or-- you almost wreck your car driving through the big city because you're staring at the red-tailed hawk in the sky instead of the road.

...you assign motifs to your backpacking trips: "I'm cold!" "I'm hot!" "Poop!"


...your little sister tattles on you for "sniffing moss again."

...you try to ID trees at night. (You might NOT be a tree-hugger if you mock me, saying, "Tree....Not a tree...Tree...Not a tree...See, it's easy!")

...you forget your sleeping bag in winter but camp outside anyway.

...a stoner backpacker at a mountain shelter has declared in awe, albeit of your forgotten gloves, "Duuuude...you have SOCKS on your hands!"

...you have to make a two-sided picket sign for "I Love Mountains" Day because you can't decide which clever slogan to use.

...you make your friends crash through the woods to get water from a stream that has to be boiled when there's a pump 500 feet away.

How do you know you're a tree-hugger?