Adventure Journal | By Justin Housman

I miss breaking in boots. It’s been years since I’ve needed to. Always felt like the start of a committed, loving relationship. I clean and wax the new leather, preserving it against water, then hike around in ’em everywhere for a few weeks. Sometimes unforgiving and tough at first, the boots eventually give way to the weird shape of my clown-like feet, and only get better and better as the years roll by on the ol’ odometer of life.

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