Here are my Uggs. Pictured on Nemo’s 19-inch snowfall. The mounds of wet snow on the driveway were no match for the King and his Uggs this morning.
While I was shoveling, I took a walk down memory lane.
Four years ago, Susan and Rachel dragged me to Lord & Taylor and asked me to try them on. (Ugg Sheepskin boots originated in Australia and New Zealand. This brand is headquartered in Flagstaff, Arizona.)
I pulled them on. And, trudged around the Ugg display.
My rant commenced. “What do Australians, New Zealanders and Arizonians know about winter and snow? Have you forgotten I’m Canadian? This is amateur hour.”
“How much are they?”
“Don’t worry about price.”
“Are you kidding? These things won’t last for one winter. And by the way, real men don’t wear anything called ‘Ugg.’ They wear Sorels. Timberland. North Face. Merrell. Not Ugg. Sorry.”
“Do they fit?”
Susan dropped $200 on the counter and we walked out the door. The King mumbling in tow.
During the first winter, I ran. Yes, I ran with my Uggs and with Zeke in the snow on the trails at Mianus Park. Four to five miles a pop. (Don’t do that silliness anymore.)
During the second winter, we walked (with my Uggs) on the mountainous trails at Pound Ridge Park.
During the third winter, we walked the wooded trails at Lake Mohegan Park in Fairfield.
During the fourth winter, we walked the blustery snow covered beaches at Sherwood Island State Park in Westport. And, we walked (Zeke-less) on the icy streets of Fifth Avenue in New York City.
I don’t need heavy socks. Think of your feet wrapped softly and gently with a Hot Water bottle.
No frustrating laces to tie or keep tied. One finger slide on…and go.
Snow. Rain. Mud. Slop. Cold. Nasty.
These boots don’t look like much. But they are all-terrain vehicles.
I LOVE MY UGGS.*
*Australians and New Zealanders may have gotten lucky with these boots. And there must be a Canadian involved somewhere along the line here…