Things I Learned: Get Good Boots

So there I am, walking through slushy snow. Colorado in springtime, you know. It’s 70° and there’s fresh snow on the ground, and underneath that a muddy stream flowing off the Flatirons. But my feet don’t feel a thing, because I’ve got good boots.

WRONG.

What sucks is that these are actually very good boots. I’ve had friends recommend Harley-Davidson boots to me for years. The uppers are beautiful, in perfect shape, and since I oiled ‘em they’re proving to be completely waterproof. They’ll last a long time in all sorts of weather. Too bad the soles are made out of some kind of low-quality rubber, and sometime while I was wandering around the drylands, they cracked in half on BOTH feet.

So now the soles are mended with Shoe Goo, a temporary fix but it’ll get me back to California. Next time I’m near a phone, I’ll call the Harley Davidson HQ and see what they can do for me. These boots are not even four months old, and granted, I’ve worn them every single day to climb mountains and stomp shovels and kick all kinds of butt… but still. Wet feet suck.

Now I pass my hard-earned knowledge on to you, friends: if you don’t want to be tromping around in a slushy puddle of your own socks, don’t get no Harleys.