I wore a pair of Chippewa cap toe boots on our dog walk today. Unlined, with George dress socks from WallyWorld. 33F and light snow coming down. Bought them around '04-'05 for work in the desert, been resoled a time or two.

They're not my oldest boots. I have some that get little wear, like a pair of Irish Setter insulated hunting boots that were my best friend's who passed around '97or so. No idea how long he had them before that. It rarely gets cold enough to wear them here.

Last edited by Valsdad; 01/24/21.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?