First night out and I discover only one of my specially selected camp footwear made it in my boat. I was now doomed to wear neoprene booties the entire 10 days. Imagining wet discomfort, and horror of horrors, foot rot, or painful feet from not wearing supportive footwear, my first evening out was depressing. How would I hike, beach browse, be in foot comfort.When my dilemma was exposed, Saint Marci, patron Saint of Foot Comfort, offered up her (Kristi’s) flip flops! The remainder of the trip was spent in the comfort of a unique and very effective Flip-Flop-Boot combo. It looked rather odd, but served the purpose well.
