Friday, April 30, 2010
I wore them on our evening walks until they broke my feet in. Then I wore them on my morning rambles up Nugget Butte.
The first formal hike, I think, was Lizzy and I at the Brown Mountain lava fields.
Shortly after that we hiked the Mt. Ashland Meadows, as we do almost every spring.
Later that fall Lizzy climbed Mt. Thielsen with me.
All through the winter I climbed Nugget Butte on a regular basis. It's right across the road, maybe two miles horizontal and 1400 feet vertical. It's steep, rough on boots, and tough on the feet that are in them.
The next spring we hiked Mt. Ashland Meadows again, and then Lizzy and I climbed Pilot Rock and Union Peak.
In September Greg, Susie, Vickie, Arleen, and I climbed Mt. McLoughlin. That was the one where I sipped a Guinness At The Summit.
I climbed Pilot Rock again that fall, and later I carried my new rifle all around the base of it, pretending to hunt. Ed took me for a few walks in the woods too, trying to teach me about deer. It didn't take.
The next year we hiked Mt. Ashland Meadows again, but I didn't do much hiking after that. It was a bad year employment-wise and I don't walk when I'm not happy. Things improved over the winter. I got a new job. We started the 2009 hiking season climbing down into the crater of Kilauea Iki.
That fall I hunted all over Nugget Butte and Gold Hill. Finally, on the last day of the season, I got my buck on Nugget Butte, less than a mile from my house.
By that time my old boots were shot. I shopped all over town for a new pair of boots, trying on everything up to $250 Danners. No good. Finally I went online and bought another pair of Thorogood American Heritage boots. $130, with free shipping, and made in Wisconsin, U.S.A.