Max elevation: 961 ft
Min elevation: 3 ft
Total climbing: 1552 ft
Total descent: -1545 ft
Total Time: 02:52:46
I’ve tried myriad hiking boots and shoes and gotten nothing but grief from my feet in the form of deep-seated blisters that seem to form next to the bone and then make their way to the surface a month later as separated layers of skin, like discovering that your feet are made of fillo dough. I’ve been the most comfortable in Keen sandals (they are my default shoe for all applications), but they have stretchy laces that allow one’s foot to move around and have sub-optimal traction. Since moving from shoes to sandals yielded a drastic improvement in comfort, this seemed like the next logical step.
I pronate. A lot. When wearing shoes, whether it be for running, elliptifying, hiking or even just standing up for a while, I have to wear a custom-molded orthotic, lest the outside of my foot start to hurt. I don’t have a problem with sandals and flip flops — footwear with no motion control — but I do wear the outsides of the soles off.
Depending on your school of thought, that makes me either a great candidate for non-shoes or a terrible candidate for non-shoes.
First, I bought Spyridons from my local REI, which I chose for three reasons.
They were so hot that I ordered a pair of TrekSport Sandals because they have holes for venting. I’d initially avoided them because I didn’t want rocks getting into my shoes and I didn’t want laces that would loosen themselves, but there’s no way I could wear the Spyridons in the summer. After a great deal of disappointed googling (other people seem think that the thin Injinjis are thin enough), I found AFX toe socks, which seem to be the thinnest thing available. After wearing an Injinji on one foot and an AFX on the other and walking around the house in the Vibrams, I concluded that they are ever so slightly thinner.
Vibram suggests that you engage in a multi-week transitional program to rediscover your foot muscles, starting with sitting around in their shoes, then walking a little bit, doing foot exercises, massaging them, etc. I’m impatient, and I spend the bulk of my time barefoot or in sandals with no support, so I decided I could skip that. I walked on a treadmill for half an hour without issue, then I went for a short test hike.
With my Keens strapped to my hydration pack in case of disaster, I hit the perimeter trail at Greenbelt Park, a 5.3-mile natural-surface trail with light hills. Nothing challenging, but more realistic than a walk. I went sock-free for maximum ventilation.
I walked on:
packed dirt and sand
All of this terrain was comfortable. I especially liked the traction that bendable soles gave me on the log, and I thought with relish of boulders. I had no pronation pain, my foot muscles weren’t tired, and the rocks and roots hadn’t bothered me. I did stub my toe on roots a few times, and that hurt, though not in the way that stubbing one’s toe usually hurts. I wasn’t sure why it hurt — Vibrams, like my one true love (Keens), have toe bumpers.
The laces were a pleasant surprise — they’re not stretchy at all, and the plastic thingy with which you cinch them down grips them very tightly. I didn’t have to adjust them. Vibram sends traditional laces, too, but I wouldn’t install them.
I felt some rubbing, and I knew I was getting a few surface blisters, but they weren’t bothersome enough to cause me to switch to the Keens mid-trail.
By the end of 5 miles, the rubbing had become sufficiently annoying — I was happy to remove the Vibrams when I reached the car. Upon removing them, I found that they had created a lot of surface blisters — probably 10 in total. Next time I’ll wear socks.
Having vacationated a couple times in Luray, Virginia, I now feel empowered to opine upon its consumables. Also, this seems like the best way to remember where I want to eat next time.
Tip: If you’re there on a holiday weekend, call your intended restaurant to make sure they’re keeping their posted hours. It’s a tiny town. Sometimes they apparently assume that no one is going to want to eat and just close early without warning. We assumed that restaurants would be open during their advertised hours, and that’s how we ended up at Uncle Buck’s. Don’t let it happen to you.
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