You are probably wondering why I didn't just get new shoes. Well, I actually did have a new pair of Keens in my closet. But I was hoarding them. My reasoning was if I could avoid wearing them this winter when they would be exposed to constant rain and mud, and waited until the spring to break them in, they would be just right for the walk Kath, Melissa and I hope to take in September. I figured I could get through the winter by wearing my summer hikers on the dry days and my old beaters on the wet ones. I overlooked one very obvious flaw in that plan. We don't really get very many dry days.
By the time the holidays rolled around I had to admit there was a problem, and decided it was better to sacrifice my new hikers than my feet and knees. So a couple weeks ago I took them out and started wearing them. I wish I could report that the problem was solved, and my feet are happy once again. But they're not. The new shoes haven't made any difference. None whatsoever.
At first I was sure the company must have changed something about the way they make their shoes. After all, I've owned several previous pairs of Keens that fit like a glove. Then I read a post last Thursday on the Dovegreyreader blog (you might have to scroll down until you get to the post from January 15) and it suddenly dawned on me it isn't the shoes that have changed, it's my feet. I haven't entirely given up on my new Keens, but I have a feeling we might be parting ways. Has anyone else had a problem with their feet? And if so, what have you done about it? And if you have a suggestion for a good brand of hikers please share your discovery in the comment section.
I know it's a very boring topic for a blog post, but walking is a huge part of my life. It's more than simply a way to exercise and stay in shape. For me it's almost a form of meditation, and one of the main ways I connect with the nature that surrounds me. Now, to make up for such a boring post, I thought I would invite you along with me on today's walk. I have frequently blogged about hiking Teapot Hill, but the walk I most often take is down to the small community of Lindell Beach, nestled at the south end of Cultus Lake.
Fergus thought he was going with me, but I can't take pictures and hold his leash at the same time. Poor puppy.
Once I leave our cottage community I turn left and head down this road. I walk as far as the eye can see in this picture, then turn left again and head down to Lindell Beach.
It isn't as boring as it would appear thanks to these mountains on the right.
I pass this mossy stone hanging on the end of a pole.
And this picturesque wood fence.
At the end of the road that runs through Lindell Beach there's a path that follows Frost Creek. If I turned left it would eventually take me back to the cottages. But I turn right, towards the lake.
As I head down the path a junco lands in the bushes beside me.
When I get to the lake and turn towards Lindell Beach the morning fog hasn't quite burned off yet.
But the view up the lake is stunning. I especially love how the mountains and trees are reflected in the water.
Home again! You won't have burned any calories on this walk, but hopefully you enjoyed the scenery.