Although boots these days are constructed with materials that seem to made of magic, it's hard to find a pair that suit your needs and fit just right. Boots also need to be broken in, and therefore you have to commit to a slightly uncomfortable first few weeks before you can be sure... yay or nay. A worn out pair of boots also hold a lot of stories, and as I demote this pair for the tasks of gardening and painting, I remember all the places I've been with them.
It has been less than a year since I bought them in Arizona. Shortly after I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and then back up again, they've taken me to the tops of Volcán Acatenango and Volcán Tajumulco in Guatemala. They were there when I stomped along the pavement, hitchhiking across the US and into Canada. They've been wetted by the waters of both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, Three Great Lakes, and many, many rivers and streams. So as I shed these for a new pair I only hope these new ones can live up to the high expectations of the old, and that they will take me to equal heights and equal places of illustriousness.