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is nothing new. When moved out to in 2009, one of my best hiking buddies swore by her Tevas, which were well-worn and came with her on the exact same trails I was walking in . I’d quickly learned that, when we weren’t hiking in snow, trail runners or hiking shoes were ample for Colorado’s trails and the clumpy I’d bought when I lived in Vermont just disappeared into some abyss full of old ski gear, never to be seen again.

But sandals? That seemed a step too far. That’s not to say I wasn’t curious. I lived in the Rockies after all and spent my days hiking, rock climbing, biking and playing on the river.



It was practically required that I own a pair of hiking sandals. I soon procured a pair of classic green Chaco sandals (the ones with the big toe loop) and felt like I was finally a mountain person. But after trying them out on the trails once or twice, I had to admit defeat.

I didn’t love getting grit in my shoes, they were really fussy to adjust and my feet slid around a bit in them. So I saved them for rafting trips and hanging out around town and went back to my trusty old shoes, pretty sure that I just wasn’t a hiking sandal person. I am, however, a curious person, and my job writing for Advnture has meant that I’ve tried all kinds of footwear 2009 Julia would have turned her nose up at: , trainers with , .

I also tested the last summer, which I thought would make for a hilarious mishap article considering Scotland is home to endless and not dry and dusty.

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