Thank you again to my friend Jessica for the hospitality while we were in San Francisco! We have a late departure this morning because we’re distracted by Girl Code on MTV. They’re discussing rules on sexting. I feel robbed of the last 30 minutes of my life, considering we only have one phone between us, and it’s the dumbest phone ever made. It flips and is incapable of taking/sending pictures. It barely texts. I filed this episode in my brain somewhere between the lyrics for Sir Mix A Lot Baby Got Back and how to determine the gender of a fruit fly.
On our final day in San Francisco she finally showed us her true colors. The fog has rolled in and followed close behind is the chill in the wind. Gone is the warm, sunny San Francisco that welcomed us here. I think there were some great views as we rolled out, but they were lost behind the curtain of fog.
There are no worthy pictures from today, so instead, I’ll tell you about my socks and the little creature that ate them in Oregon.
I only have three pairs of socks. One pair (33.3% of my collection) was hanging overnight on a line to dry. The varmint didn’t snack in just one place, it ate them Goldilocks-style, a little nibble here, a big bite there, a few on the heal, a couple around the ankle. My socks look like swiss cheese.
I can’t blame the varmint though, for picking my socks, they are pretty awesome. I’m sure this equates to delicious in their world.
First, they’re made of merino wool. There are many reasons why merino wool is superior to other materials but the number one reason it is our favorite is: It’s practically obscene the number of times you can wear them before they stink. When you have limited access to laundromats this becomes really, really important.
Second, they’re made in Vermont. Vermont has a long history of being awesome and producing things that are awesome: ice cream, cheese, fall foliage, my parents, our 30th president who also shared a great love for Vermont, just to name a few.
If the spirit of liberty should vanish in other parts of the Union, and support of our institution should languish, it could all be replenished from the generous store held by the people of this brave little state of Vermont. -Calvin Coolidge
Back to the topic at foot: my socks. Darn Tough makes a great sock. The fit is fantastic. There is never any uncomfortable fabric bunching or slouching. It’s like they wove these socks just for my feet. I’ve been wearing the same three pairs of socks every day for over 5 months and 5500 miles and they’ve held up spectacularly. They would still look new if the varmint didn’t have the mid night snack attack.
Scott mocked me when I was paranoid that elk were going to eat my socks in Idaho. I’m just going to take the opportunity right now to say I was right. Nature will eat your stuff if you leave it out. Not nice Nature. Not nice.
Postscript: Our friend Mike M tweeted this post to Darn Tough and they sent me a new pair of socks. Apparently attacks of nature are covered under their lifetime guarantee. Thanks Darn Tough – I have happy feet again!