These shoes are thirteen years old. They have been to camps and trials from Flint, Michigan to Watersmeet in the UP. They have been from to Colorado and Wyoming to the Northwoods of Wisconsin. They have been from the Canadian Rockies to the Red River Gorge in Kentucky.
Last night, while doing some rigorous Christmas shopping, the soles of both shoes blew out. Seriously. I wondered if I was going to have to walk back to the car in stocking-feet. They were faithful companions. I should have named them. They lived in faithful anonymity, mostly in the dark floor of the closet, coming out from time-to-time to serve me in the most taxing situations. I will miss them. RIP Hiking Shoes. 
hmmm…would that mean new hikers top the list over wi-fi radio??
I’m embarrassed to admit how cool I think wifi radios are, but I do need to replace my hikers. Can you tell Santa that For Christmas this year I just want my children to be happy 🙂
Pastor: No sarcasm, no doubt there is a Chinese Cobbler, that will be more than willing to provide this request.
oh man! these were such an institution!
I concur YES! and dad says “10-4 good buddy”
Pastor, such sad news! I just sent you a Facebook message about a great pair of hiking boots. A good pair of hiking boots is a must!