Comments on: Feets First Into the Canyon

By: The Dangers of the Flip-Flops » Manolo's Shoe Blog: Shoes, Fashion, Celebrity, and Manolo!

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:31:57 +0000

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By: Geoff

Geoff — Sun, 04 Sep 2005 07:39:41 +0000

LOL
I wonder if she will go climbing everest next in her Flip flops

By: Rana

Rana — Thu, 04 Aug 2005 19:19:37 +0000

It is not the clumsiness of the flip-flop that is the danger, but the exposure of the toes and the thinness of the sole. I have hiked in the flip-flops, and they were okay (indeed, far more “grippy” on the rocks than I would have thought), though I would not undertake a day-long hike without the Vasques of wonderfulness.

Methinks that the flip-flops were but the smallest part of this woman’s problem.

By: Europa!

Europa! — Thu, 04 Aug 2005 06:16:39 +0000

Flip-flops are only suitable if you are a campaigning politician.

By: mondolirondo

mondolirondo — Wed, 03 Aug 2005 17:42:40 +0000

no me canso de dicir el daño que esta haciendo el zapato chino…….y no me hacen caso. asi les va……

By: Diet Cheat

Diet Cheat — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 17:54:57 +0000

I agree with the Manolo. The flip-flops are only for the walking.

By: La BellaDonna

La BellaDonna — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 13:27:09 +0000

The hiking flip-flop! An idea whose time has come and gone – right over the edge, along with their wearer. La BellaDonna blames the flip-flop, whose nature it is to let the foot of the wearer slip and slide, as well as flip and flop, and La BellaDonna blames the wearer, who foolishly seems to have thought the canyon hike would have been the day at the beach.* It would have been much less dangerous to have made the error in the other direction; the hiking boot, worn at the beach, is much less likely to get the wearer killed.

The readers of The Manolo already know what some peoples insist on learning the hard way: there is the good reason why one should dress suitably for the occasion! This means the occasion of the hiking, as well as the occasion of the meeting of the President!

*Life’s a beach … and then you die.

By: Elvira

Elvira — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 02:31:18 +0000

Like Fred the Fourth, the Elvira has been in the Grand Canyon down to the Colorado River and the Phantom Ranch, with her cherished and most fabulous Vasquez hiking boots. And her cherished Loki trekking poles, her cherished Camelbak water system, her cherished bags of dried fruit and salty snacks, and her cherished wide-brimmed hat. Plus industrial-strength sunscreen. She, too, has seen the tourists wearing the flip flops down the first portion of the trail, although she imagines they turn back when they encounter the putrid puddles of the urine of the mules. She hopes the wonder of the Canyon will inspire some of the tourists to come back again with the fabulous hiking boots.

For those who are amused by the tourists who step too close to the edge of the canyons, the Elvira highly recommends the book “Over the Edge: Death in Grand Canyon” by the Michael P. Ghilieri and the Thomas M. Myers. The book, it is not all about death, it is well-told, and it is even amusing in spots. Perhaps the lady with the flipflops should have read it before she took her unfortunate misstep.

By: enygma

enygma — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 02:03:45 +0000

I’m sorry, only an idiot would go hiking or whatever she was doing in a pair of flip flops.

By: Fred the Fourth

Fred the Fourth — Mon, 01 Aug 2005 23:37:27 +0000

Not shoe-related, exactly, but the Fred has noticed that Canyons, especially really, really big ones, seem to suck the brains out of tourists. I once had the opportunity to make many dollars during a hike out of the Grand Canyon, because oh so many people could not understand the very complicated signs posted at the top:
1. Bring 1 Gallon of water per person
2. Hiking down is easy. Hiking back up is very very hard.
Being the mean person I truly am, I managed to unload all my extra water, food, and flashlights on the unsuspecting tourists struggling back up the canyon wall. Ha ha! I, therefore, did not have to drag all that dead weight uphill myself! Too bad I forgot to charge anything (though one guy did wave a $20 at me, offering to exchange it for a pair of oatmeal-raisin cookies.)
Come to think of it, many of those tourists were wearing the highly unsuitable shoes. Even the 3 inch spike heels. Note to self: next time, bring a stock of light but nifty hiking boots. Medium tan conceals the desert dust well…