about a girl who wears fake Ugg boots (i.e. the JCPenney's version) to go clamming in Clam Gulch, Alaska.
The boots were almost 4 years old last spring and I adored them. The fact that they were slippery and had no sole whatsoever did not deter me from wearing them mountain climbing. Both in PA and AK. (Yes, I know how ridiculous that is.) I did fall an awful lot because of this.
However, I also yelled at the boots a lot. Snow, water, and mud literally seeped into the side seams. I tried to throw them away a couple of times. But I couldn't get rid of them. What else could I slip on in .5 seconds to take the garbage out or run to the mailbox?
Then came the day of clamming. I did not enjoy the experience. It was cold, wet, sandy, and muddy. It was rainy (are you surprised?) and I was wearing jeans (uncomfortableness to the extreme). It was a 5-hour car ride into the middle of nowhere. None of these things made me happy to begin with. Then, I was just stubborn enough to refuse the ugly, clunky, waterproof fishing boots that were offered to me.
As soon as I stepped onto that sand, I sunk. My feet were soaked, freezing, and disgusting within a matter of seconds. My mood spiraled downward from there (can you tell I'm not an outdoorsman?).
I stomped my way (a mile) back to the car where I changed my socks, put on my sneakers, and pouted. In a fit of what can only be described as rage, I threw the boots into a dumpster at the campground in Clam Gulch, Alaska.
And left them there.
Sometimes I feel bad about it. But then really, if I had tried to throw them away at home, I'd probably sneak them out of the garbage can before trash day and the vicious cycle would continue. A clean break was needed. (Only I would think of old grimy boots as having feelings...)
Sometimes I wish I had a picture to remember them by...
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