I have fond memories of the Flint Mountain shelter. In 2003, a friend and I were section hiking and went to Flint Mountain to get out of the snow. We spent all afternoon with some thru-hikers, one of whom asked me what my trail name was. I told him I was a greenhorn, and didn't have one. The next morning this young man told me that after hearing me sleep, he thought my name should be "Jakebrake". My hiking buddy did not let this pass, so I am now "Jakebrake" A 2-year section hiker of the complete AT. Bill Strickland