I suffered the dreaded boot sole delamination recently.
It was on a trip to Pinnacles Hut in Coromandel Forest Park. A few minutes before it happened, while standing in a small stream to assist my daughter to the other side, I thought how brilliant these boots were. I’d done innumerable difficult trips in them – Stewart Island, Otago, Coromandel, Tongariro, the Tararua Range and more – and they’d offered support and surety of grip.
Not five minutes later I heard a flapping noise and felt something knocking against my foot. “Oh-oh.” Sure enough, the sole was barely hanging on.
A few minutes later, the delamination had spread to the other boot.
I had newfound sympathy for all those readers who had shared similar tales of woe a few years ago…
