A farewell to my dear friend, my very favorite hiking pants.
You, who were bought sometime around my sophomore year of college. You have seen me through hiking in feet of snow, in deserts, down to the basin of the Grand Canyon and back up. You who have floated down the C&O, hung out around campfires, braved the waterslides at Kings Dominion, and seen the tops of many mountains.
You were warmer than you seemed and dried with an almost magical quickness.
You outlasted two long term relationships. I was wearing you the day I got engaged.
You were a good pair of pants, and I will miss you.
You, who were bought sometime around my sophomore year of college. You have seen me through hiking in feet of snow, in deserts, down to the basin of the Grand Canyon and back up. You who have floated down the C&O, hung out around campfires, braved the waterslides at Kings Dominion, and seen the tops of many mountains.
You were warmer than you seemed and dried with an almost magical quickness.
You outlasted two long term relationships. I was wearing you the day I got engaged.
You were a good pair of pants, and I will miss you.
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