My feet are often clothed in my favorite summer shoes, Chaco sandles which my mom gave me as a present last summer. They are awesome and I've even worn them on all day hikes through sage brush. That did push it a little as they provide little protection against stinging nettles. The other day I slapped them on, and Bo and I headed up and over the hill to Horse Creek.
I'm getting skilled at avoiding foot-catching, scratchy sage so down the hill we ran. I did find some more bones for my classroom halfway down the hill. At the bottom, we headed up Horse Creek and my feet found a new way to avoid foot pain. The dry creekbed opened up as a comfortable walking path for making our way up the draw. Horse Creek is a funny little creek. Where we dropped down into the creek, the water was still flowing, but as we walked up the stream, the water disappeared and a dry bed emerged. If we would've walked further, we would've seen the pattern over again. I don't know where the water flows, underground maybe?
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