I don’t know what the real story behind these shoes is, but I imagine some guy running barefoot through the snow late at night chasing his friends who played a mean trick on him.]]>
2 thoughts on “POTD: Going Barefoot in Winter”
Betty Lewis
I’m not up on pop culture, but have heard there is some significance to the “shoe flingling” that appears in Garnett from time to time. I couldn’t find a difinitive answer, but wikipedia mentions a Boy Scout throws his boots over the Philmont entrance sign at Base Camp, a longstanding tradition. Surely you went to Philmont with your dad. Do you recall ever seeing this?
Betty, I’m not up on pop culture either, nor on Philmont tradition. While Ken and Dad went to Philmont (Dad more than once), I never did. I believe the reason I didn’t go was because by the time the troop starting doing that, I had already left the Scouts. (Ken stayed in longer, even though he was older. I was already too rebellious to deal with the regimen any more I suppose.) But I do know of another shoe tradition, the Nevada Shoe Tree; a very lonely tree along a very lonely stretch of Highway 50, a.k.a “the Loneliest Highway in American” virtually filled with shoes. Or at least it was. Some fool chopped it down a couple of years ago. Another American icon lost to the ages. Here’s a story about how that tradition supposedly got started.
Going Barefoot in Winter
Bozeman, Montana
2012
I’m not up on pop culture, but have heard there is some significance to the “shoe flingling” that appears in Garnett from time to time. I couldn’t find a difinitive answer, but wikipedia mentions a Boy Scout throws his boots over the Philmont entrance sign at Base Camp, a longstanding tradition. Surely you went to Philmont with your dad. Do you recall ever seeing this?
Betty, I’m not up on pop culture either, nor on Philmont tradition. While Ken and Dad went to Philmont (Dad more than once), I never did. I believe the reason I didn’t go was because by the time the troop starting doing that, I had already left the Scouts. (Ken stayed in longer, even though he was older. I was already too rebellious to deal with the regimen any more I suppose.) But I do know of another shoe tradition, the Nevada Shoe Tree; a very lonely tree along a very lonely stretch of Highway 50, a.k.a “the Loneliest Highway in American” virtually filled with shoes. Or at least it was. Some fool chopped it down a couple of years ago. Another American icon lost to the ages. Here’s a story about how that tradition supposedly got started.