One of my earliest memories of hiking boots were those belonging to my Father. Purchased in Boulder, Colorado just before going on Outward Bound in 1972. Full leather Vasque boots with a steel shank sole and toe box, these babies weigh in at over five pounds. These boots were part of my first experiences camping and backpacking as well; hiking to the bottom of the Black Canyon, now a National Park just outside my hometown of Montrose, CO. These early outdoor experiences certainly helped mold me into the outdoor loving person I am today.
My memories with hiking boots continued with the classic Asolo FSN 95 GTX. Much lighter than my Father’s full leather boots, with a more nimble feel as well. If you hiked in the early 2000s you likely either owned these boots yourself, or knew someone who did. My relationship with these boots came to a halting stop after a freak accident in where my left achilles tendon was sliced a half inch deep. The stiff nature of these hiking boots left my ankle sore whenever I wore them, so I put them in a closet to slowly die with so much usable life left in them.