Fond Farewell

Two weeks less than a year ago, I bought these shoes from Clayton's, a family-owned store about forty-five minutes from here.

I have loved these shoes: they have taken me to Lake Cheston every day, to many other lakes on the Domain, to Abbo's Alley, and to points -- indoor and outdoors -- all over the mountain and far beyond. 

I have stepped on stones and sand and mud and snow and ice and puddles and wood and metal and concrete.

I have seen wonders in these shoes. 

These shoes fit my feet, and both were made for wandering.

The soles split, the tread worn and shredded, it's time to move on. Goodbye, old friends. 

Thanks for the memories.