October 15th, 2007
|09:57 am - My greatest accomplishment|
As I kicked up the dust of the trail on yesterday's four-mile hike, I found myself reflecting a great deal on things I have done.
I looked down at one point to this pair of boots, a pair that has been on two amazing mountains in the past year: Mount Olympus and Mount Rainier. Coming off this second mountain, these boots finally gave in to the stress: my boots blew out a half mile from the parking lot on Rainier.
I'm still wearing these boots because I haven't had the time to replace them. They creak, crack, and occasionally pop. The leather has been scraped off over my left bunyon. The sole is broken on both boots. They leak in rainy weather. The shoelaces have been replaced three times. These are well-loved boots.
But as I was looking down at my boots, I came to realize what I consider my greatest accomplishment in life:
I have never outgrown a pair of boots.
There's a lot to be said about that statement, but it really speaks for itself.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: content
Current Music: "Banana Republics", -JB
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)|| |
I sent you an email about this, but what time is the samhain ritual? the site says 6:30, but I heard a rumor it was noon.
*nods* Haven't gotten back to that. Yes, it's 6:30. Or so was my last communication about the schedule.
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)|| |
*blink* So now you're going to rites again? *pout* I missed you.
|Date:||October 17th, 2007 02:06 am (UTC)|| |
this one for a start.
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 02:44 pm (UTC)|| |
I would guess that it's been about a decade since you've outgrown any other pair of shoes as well, hasn't it?
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 02:55 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: growth spurts?
Actually, I fairly recently outgrew a pair of dress shoes. Granted, they were about 10 years old, themselves, but I just recently couldn't tolerably wear them.
But since my first pair of boots when I was 11, I haven't managed to outgrow a pair before utterly destroying them by walking them into the dust.
That's loads, loads better than how my last pair of boots went out. That was ignominius.
All boots, when they go, tell a story. And it is always an amazing story, too.
But sometimes, it is ignominious.
When were you on Rainier? I don't remember reading about it.
I haven't gotten that far yet. I haven't even managed to discuss my second ascent of Olympus. :)
haha :) I would love to see Olympus. I lived in Seattle for a few months so I got to see Rainier pretty much every day depending on the clouds. Its a beautiful sight.
I'd just like to point out all the useful things retired boots can do (because I've worn out a few in my days...) Door stops are one duty, though you may need to fill them with gravel. My favorite is container planters. If they have a lot of holes, filling them with hens & chickens or strawberry plant is especially fun. But with feet your size, you could almost grow pepper plants in them -- especially if you cut holes in the bottom so the roots could go through.
I'm liking the idea of MJD's pepper toes... er, hot feet, that is. *grin*
hehe. If I do that, I'll send you the first crop.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled piddie peppers?