Here is what happens to Brooks Cascadias after hiking in them from mile 942 to 1727 – holes, holes, and more holes that let in dirt, rocks, pebbles, sticks, and twigs. Note: those aren’t my toes, but my fingers sticking out through the holes.
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Oh my gosh–we have pair number 4 waiting in the wings for Washington. Love, Starr