By Katy Nesbitt
someone who truly believes proper footwear is the key to success I
seem to find myself with the wrong shoes at the wrong times.
carry my hiking boots in my car year-round just in case I get stuck
in a snowstorm and I have to hike somewhere. Caught on the Zumwalt
Prairie and Forest Service field trips with street shoes I was happy
to have them.
It was another decade when I last wore those boots on an extended
hike. I now bear thescars of having the wrong footwear.
was unused to, but not unfamiliar with, having blisters that had
blisters when I ran long distances. At the time, I was always in the
process of losing about four toe nails. I never wore sandals.
for running shoes, I tinkered around to find ones that didn’t
blister the bottoms of my feet; I canhandle the smaller ones on my
heel blisters have been from heavy boots.
see, there is a Katy Mountain and a Nesbit Butte in Wallowa County,
but there is also a roadnamed for my Indian name; Tenderfoot Valley.
can walk across a parking lot in sandals and tear up my feet. Even
the friction between flip flops and sand leaves scars.
hiked 25 miles in four days wearing boots that refused yield. During
the agony of getting used toinjured feet AND a backpack, a million
stray thoughts fluttered through my mind like - didn’t Oedipus have
a foot injury? And Achilles had that tricky heel…
also heard songs in my head, thought up recipes I want to make, and
stories I want to write. Ithought about the boots I want to buy when
these become geranium planters; I want something really light. The
lighter, the better.
so often my scout would stop for a view and I would take a picture.
For a while I forgot aboutmy bleeding feet.
Like other trips with their
mosquito infestations or bitter chill, photos are the treasures we
get to keep from our travels.
king’s ransom will pay for the bandages and Neosporin.