Recently I received a comment on my old Montrail hiking boots. “I had them”, this person said. “I love them. I can’t get rid of them,” was my reply.
My Montrail hiking boots have been demoted to doing trailwork only – which I don’t do nearly as much as I used to. However, despite their lack of regular use every time I put them on its like meeting up with an old friend.
These boots were one of my first pair of backpacking boots. They have been with me for the past 15 years. Trampling all through New England – covering the Presidential Traverse twice, atop Mt. Washington and Mt. Katahdin and many other high summits in the White Mountains.
When I decided the soles were wearing a little too much I instantly bought another pair, not realizing the boot had actually changed. Although they were still called Montrail, the same name and looked the same – they were not the same. Instantly I knew they were different. Although my second pair of Montrails had many exciting adventures at first – they eventually gave in after three weeks of hiking in the Grand Canyon and lots of duct tape.
My first pair though, yes, the soles are worn and somehow I should get them resoled; yes, the heal is wearing away on the inside, but really they still have life left in them. I’ve often wondered, why did they have to change? I was a customer for life. But change they did.
At some point they will wear out to the point of not being usable but until then they’ll still be my favorite pair of boots.