Life of Wry

Hung out today at REI.

Bought some funny mittens, an even funnier hat, and–this was the point of the trip in the first place–exchanged last year’s evil boots for a new pair… a pair of boots I will probably sleep in for the next four weeks to make sure they’re absolutely trek ready.  No, I won’t do that, but I won’t make the mistake I did last summer.. actually, I didn’t make a mistake at all, I just ended up with trusty Merrill boots that should have–but didn’t–fit right and I lost four nails 10 days before the summer’s premier event–something we’d been planning for six months–the ascent of Mount Whitney.  Plus, the boots–my first high ones in about five years–dug into the backs of my legs, exacerbating already-tender tendons, making a bad situation far worse, and I ended up not wearing the damn things at all.  Instead, as readers of this blog will recall (that’s a joke, I never wrote about it in this blog), Jim cut out the backs of my old boots and I wore those–all taped up and pretty awesome looking. Worked for the entire 7 days of Yosemite hiking and totally did the trick on Whitney.

So, anyway, today I returned those nasty high tops and got new, low slung boots. Keens. This excites me no end.

Throwing in a picture of the Davis Food Coop, since that was my next stop, and both are coops.

Which is cool.