Monday, February 15, 2016

Good to go - with Chacos! Z/1 Review

Howdy from El Paso, Texas. My name is Dave and I've been wearing my Chaco Sandals for 3 or 4 months now. I Started out using them for 6 mile walks on pavement, and for everyday footwear. I'm a forefoot striker when I run and walk, and these Chacos have exceeded my expectations by far.

Recently I decided to take them off road in the Franklin Mountains here in El Paso. They are very light, and comfortable - even on these harsh rocky mountains. My first trip was up the Newman trail and back (only about 4 miles). Next time I took them up the same trail, to the Cottonwoods, to the ridge, and on up to the peak (about 8.5 miles round trip). So far so good. My last adventure was yesterday. Instead of catching the ridge I went straight up into the canyon where boulders, scree, cactus and other sharp pointed desert plants take a living toll. Very Steep. Lots of scrambling and rock slide. It was a brutal way to reach the peak, but the Chacos were definately up for it. There was never a moment when I thought I'd be going back barefoot. The straps were under constant stress from my feet moving from one side to the other, but they never broke, tore, or became damaged in any way. I put them on, adjusted the straps, and took off - never making another adjustment. Like I said, they are very comfortable. Oh, I picked up a few pebbles along the way, but it wasn't any problem getting rid of them quickly.

The sad news about Chaco is that they are made in Communist Red China. They used to be made in the USA but after getting bought out by Wolverine, the American worker was once again shafted by a greedy corporation and a government that enables it. Love the sandals - hate the company.


Way off trail.
Near North Franklin Mountain Peak
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Have a great day, and be safe out there.

David Strasser

The Penalty of Leadership

In every field of human endeavor, he that is first must perpetually live in the white light of publicity. Whether the leadership be vested in a man or in a manufactured product, emulation and envy are ever at work. In art, in literature, in music, in industry, the reward and the punishment are always the same. The reward is widespread recognition; the punishment, fierce denial and detraction. When a man’s work becomes a standard for the whole world, it also becomes a target for the shafts of the envious few. If his work be mediocre, he will be left severely alone – if he achieve a masterpiece, it will set a million tongues a -wagging. Jealousy does not protrude its forked tongue at the artist who produces a commonplace painting. Whatsoever you write, or paint, or play, or sing, or build, no one will strive to surpass or to slander you unless your work be stamped with the seal of genius. Long, long after a great work or a good work has been done, those who are disappointed or envious, continue to cry out that it cannot be done. Spiteful little voices in the domain of art were raised against our own Whistler as a mountebank, long after the big world had acclaimed him its greatest artistic genius. Multitudes flocked to Bayreuth to worship at the musical shrine of Wagner, while the little group of those whom he had dethroned and displaced argued angrily that he was no musician at all. The little world continued to protest that Fulton could never build a steamboat, while the big world flocked to the river banks to see his boat steam by. The leader is assailed because he is a leader, and the effort to equal him is merely added proof of that leadership. Failing to equal or to excel, the follower seeks to depreciate and to destroy – but only confirms once more the superiority of that which he strives to supplant. There is nothing new in this. It is as old as the world and as old as human passions – envy, fear, greed, ambition, and the desire to surpass. And it all avails nothing. If the leader truly leads, he remains – the leader. Master-poet, master-painter, master-workman, each in his turn is assailed, and each holds his laurels through the ages. That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live — lives.
written by Theodore F. MacManus

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