The Joy of Socks

I was trying to figure out what I would blog about if I wasn't a mom. It didn't take me too long to remember some of the things I used to do with my time... after all, Jonah is only 8 months old.

Aaah, a good, long backpacking trip. Heading out onto a trail about 120 miles, spending a couple of weeks in the woods. All I had to think about was putting one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other. Feet. Very important to keep your feet dry and comfy when you're backpacking. Out of all the gear I brought, my fleece socks and Tevas were an absolute MUST. There is nothing quite like hiking all day, setting up camp, then airing out your feet and putting on dry, clean (relatively) fleecy socks. And oh, what happy colors!

Since this photo, I have changed from Tevas to Crocs (fake, cheaper crocs) as my comfy "in-camp" shoe. They are much lighter, dry almost immediately, and don't stink after standing in mystery murk water one too many times. You can also slip them on quicker when making a trip to the outhouse in the middle of the night. Amazingly versatile.

Socks were one item I didn't skimp on while packing. I might only bring 2 tank tops for a long trip, but three pairs of socks (plus one fleece pair): one to wear, one as a backup if the one to wear was washed that eve, and one as a back-back-up if the one to wear was washed and wet and the backup one got wet from hiking in the rain all day. Hiking in wet socks is miserable. Hiking in the rain is tolerable if your feet are dry. And if worse comes to worse and all three get wet and/or nasty... there's always the fleece to change into at camp.

Hope to be backpacking again soon... wait, is that a baby crying? yup, he's supposed to be sleeping. Maybe I should get him some fleece socks.