Nevertheless, those early boots were suberbly crafted and the soles were adorned with a variety of clinkers and hobnails. They gave good grip on most mountain rock but not so good on smooth hard metamorphosed rock For some time before the rubber sole became the norm, tricounis were manufactured in Geneva and famously used on the first ascent of the north wall of the Eiger
In my 60 years in the hills I calculate that I've had at least 20 pairs of mountain footwear. Some, the early ones I've just described, were bit hard on the feet. but the more recent ones, while easy on the heels etc don't last the distance. I've had the seams fall apart, one after a single day trip and another after a three day trip. The problem with these was the seams being abraded by the rock and unravelling. Another common fault with modern boots is the detachment of the sole, which while of quite reasonable grip is attached by a heat-set glue. These soles look good when you buy them but after a few New Zealand trips involving wading in water, start detaching. Once they start this process it just continues until the whole sole detaches - despite repairs.
Still in Good Order |
There have been great advances made with the development of soft rubber soles for rock climbing but these are for specialist use. I find the general purpose boot for tramping trips which involve continual wetting and rock abrasion are just not up to the mark any more. It will be a sad day when we have to carry our replacement boots on trips - such is the rate of wear and tear. Or do they just make boots for easy tracked trips on easy country?
Last Trip
Old friends of
many a mile
foot faithful
you’ve been
each after the
other
taking turns at
the lead
one last trip
upstream.
Oh, unfeeling
friend
how many pairs
must
suffer this
indignity
of bearing his
next lover
through
riverbed and scrub.
On Whitcombe
Pass
under Lauper’s
snows
you are laid to
rest
stone anchored
on a high rock
not a resting
place or fate
for seamen’s
boots
but of a
mountaineer's.
At night I wake
to see you there
moss and lichen
clad
tongue tied and
silent
alert to the
sound of the keas
awaiting the
return of feet
eyes open to
mountain flowers
the grand view
the call of
dawn.
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