You know you're a backpacker if your tanline starts at your wrists.
You know you're a backpacker if you say, "You know you're a backpacker if..."
You know you're a backpacker if you say to yourself, "Wow, that squirrel looks big... and plump... and juicy..."
You know you're a backpacker if you're surprised at "how little things have changed" since you've been away.
You know you're a backpacker if you planned your next hike during your last hike.
You know you're a backpacker if you think Spam and Mashed Potatoes are gourmet meals.
You know you're a backpacker when your at the grocery store with your wife and she tells you to quit picking items that are fattening.
You know you're a backpacker if you consider it SACRILEGE if someone puts your pack in the closet.
You know you're a backpacker if your lover complains about you bringing your gear to bed... AGAIN!
(to work on it, get your mind out of the gutter 😉).
You know you're a backpacker if the only people you know, outside work and family, are backpackers.
You know you're a backpacker when you and your partner try it for the first time, get soaked and chilled from an all-day rain, and on the hike out you say to each other "How soon can we go backpacking again?"