07 February 2007

Who Those Feet?

Cherish (I'll refrain from referring to her by an appellation I prefer) has asked in a comment to the last post about those janky feet, so I figure the explanation deserves a post of its own.

These feet belong to a woman affectionately called "Hobbit" who was one of us four who walked Wainwright's Coast to Coast in England together. This photo was taken at the end of our penultimate hiking day, a day whose path goes along an old mineral railway for miles; the black minerals make you filthy, and Hobbit's feet show that well. (The photo here shows another view of the path; what you can't see here is the back of my legs getting a horrible sunburn that same day.)

Because her boots blistered her feet horribly, Hobbit had abandoned them well before the ghost of that railway dirtied us. As I recall, she ended up walking almost the last 50 miles in those flip flops.

But no matter how proper your boots, the minerals crept between all your toes. Just before entering the idyllic Grosmont where we planned to eat dinner, we crossed a creek, pulled out our sandals, and washed our feet in the running stream. Good thing we did, because the pub turned out rather fancy; we were nevertheless grateful that they let us eat outside, something many places did not allow.

So, I'm proud of those janky feet, Cherish! Might have been even prouder if they were my own. . . .

10 comments:

Arthur Jackson said...

And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's...

FEET.

Lin said...

huh, i never noticed how "janky" those feet were.

Jen Strange said...

Count on Cherish to identify jankiness with a keen, practiced eye :)

Jen Strange said...

And did those feet! Oh, good times. I think I used to listen to that tune with a friend.

mylesy bee said...

:(

muffin said...

Missed you today! I'm in the process of reading and critiquing...(haha)

Arthur Jackson said...

Muffin (as "Muffin")!!!!!! If you could explain any of Jen's poems to me that would be great.

Jen Strange said...

We'd gone to visit my mom, and Micah got sick while we were there, so we decided to stay an extra night--it was the right thing to do, but we missed being there Sunday morning.

I hope you guys enjoy the poems . . . critique away! And send a memo to Arthur about what the heck they mean.

Cherish said...

you only WISH your feet could be as janky as those...or really you wish they were as janky as MINE. Mine were once referred to as "Worms" and was once told to "put those demons back in their cage!"

Jen Strange said...

Unbelievable, Cherish! It's a shame you didn't have your ginormous purse with you then because you should have whacked those dorks with it.