Guess which ones are the Californians hiking in the Rocky Mt. foothills. This is a tough one!
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OK who is the one naughty enough to go hiking in running shoes?? Definitely a no-no in our part of the woods. The Good Husband is an avid mountaineer and climber and he would be very concerned about inappropriate foot wear in the mountains. It’s a jungle out there!! V.
Well, we had our running shoes on to be fast getting away from bears (and besides, that is all we had.)
Thankfully, the trail was already beaten down by other walkers, runners, and hikers.
Being faster than bears is a very good thing!
My sister-in-law has seen black bears up there, but right now I assume they are sleeping.
That was good for a laugh.
Next time I will put plastic bags over them.
I sure hope those running shoes were waterproof!
I can assure you they were not.
I guessed.
Hard, wasn’t it. The video would have shown the shivering.
LOLOL But hey, they match the lovely snow.
No, the plastic bags go inside the shoes. I remember those dreaded sandwich bread bags I had to wear inside my boots.
Ah, good idea actually. I had boots with me, but I hardly ever wear them–cheapy Payless kind. They killed my feet going through the airport, so I refused to wear them.
My kids also remember those days. Their feet had always just outgrown those still nearly new snow boots from the season before. And since snow is not guaranteed yearly it was hard to justify 4 news pairs of boots to be worn three or four times. Sometimes they could be passed down, but not always. HAHAHAHA!!
Love your funny, silly, happy posts, Lilly.
Thanks!