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So much depends on . . . socks!

Perhaps the most under-rated article of clothing one should wear in a temperate climate. I have slowly been switching from athletic style socks (you know, white ones) to hiking socks. I have found the luxuriousness of hiking socks to far surpass the mundane and pitiful covering of so-called athletic socks. Hiking socks tend to be warmer, softer, and provide a minute-yet-noticeable cushion. I like Smartwool and a pair I gave myself for Christmas from REI.
Not all hiking socks are two inches thick, some are delightfully thin, but don't allow your foot to slide in boots like athletic socks. Can I say I am a crock-pot full of contempt (set on low) for athletic socks. Ever since that fateful hike on Isle Royale to go back for camera batteries. . .
I bought my brother-in-law some hiking socks for Christmas too--the verdict? He has gushed about them more than a teenage girl in the 80s talking about Simon LeBon.
What's in your sock drawer?


Rae said…
I, too, have recently fallen in love with Smartwool socks. Nothing else I've worn has come close.

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