Please welcome a guest blogger, my sister. You may remember her from our discussion of whether one wears socks with sandals. Just in time for Socktoberfest, she has given us a non-knitter's view of the handknit socks. This is clearly someone who reads a knitblog or two. Isn't it time that we got her knitting???
Thanks for your contributions, LS!
The First Trek of Trekking Blah
Recently I became the very happy owner of my first pair of hand-knit socks, the infamous Trekking Blah, and I must confess, I wear them A LOT, just not for the reason they were made.
The first thing that struck me about these socks is that they actually fit around the toes - a rarity for Little Sister's very narrow feet. I also love their soothing zenlike pattern, their surprising softness, and of course the love with which they were made.
Since these socks were made for trekking, I started to feel a little silly about the amount of time they were logging in the home office (40+ hours a week) vs. on the trail (0 hours, 0 miles). This also meant that I hadn't been out for a proper hike recently enough, so
enough was enough. We were going hiking, and in fact, we were going full on camping.
And so it was that my pals and I spent the weekend camping in the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area , in the far northeast corner of Pennsylvania. Arriving a bit late at night to a cold, dark camp site, Little Sister was very happy to have not only Trekking Blah on her feet, but also very happy to have a few of TB's friends along: the hat that inspires every subway rider in Philadelphia to quiz me about its origins, and the similarly jealousy-inducing Broad Street Mitten that I adore. Everywhere I go wearing either of these items, total strangers accost me and complement my knits. Philly hearts Big Sister's handiwork!
In fact as you can see, the knitting paparazzi found me huddled in my tent that night sporting said gear:
The next day I finally put TB to the test on the trail, first at Dingmans Falls (a wee stroll to a big waterfall), and then on the Tumbling Waters Trail (a three mile trail through woods, up and down ridges, alongside waterfalls, ponds and meadows) at the nearby Pocono Environmental Education Center . TB certainly got a workout.
And they are absolute champs. No blisters, no irritating rubbing, no extra material jammed into the toe area of my boots, no drooping or slippage, just absolute fit. Neither cold (which is usually my problem), nor hot and soupy (common trail sock issue). These socks are the bomb.
Official statistics for the first trek of TB:
160 miles round trip, 4 miles hiking, 2 nights in a
tent on the banks of the Delaware, 4 jealous hiking
companions and countless adventures to come.
And now for your moment of zen: