Recently, I have taken up walking. And not just any walking, but walks that last hours and can lead me to who knows where. Oftentimes, when I head out on such ventures, I am wearing my cute shoes. They truly are adorable. In the instance I am going to tell you about, I was wearing my favorites. They are little ballet flats with the funnest pattern ever on them. I got them last spring, and I wish I had bought 4 or 5 pairs, because I love them and they are slowly dying.
Their death was brought ever nearer by the location of one of my walks. It started out a normal walk, just strolling through the lovely streets of Provo. But then, after about an hour of walking, we ended up heading to Rock Canyon. My companion being the adventuresome type that he is, demanded that we hike the canyon.
And I went along with it. In my flats.
For those of you who have never had the opportunity of visiting Rock Canyon, let me describe it. The area is a popular location for rock climbing because of the cliffs that make up the canyon. The trail is strewn with rocks of various pointy-ness. Basically, super unfun to walk on in shoes with very little cushion between you and the ground.
Not only did we walk a mile or so up the canyon, Chizm decided that he wanted to climb a mountain in search of water. So we did. My shoes (and legs) were torn up rather badly. I will forever miss both my shoes and the blood I left behind on the mountain.
But we did find water! It was delicious and we didn't die from drinking it. So there survival guides.
We also found Christmas ornaments, but that is another story.
