There’s nothing quite like a new pair of socks. I think the only comparable feeling to sliding into a fresh pair of never-been-worn socks is that of sliding into freshly-laundered sheets. Especially new hiking socks… man, buy me a pair of Smart Wool and you’ve made me one hell of a happy guy. But as I was folding socks tonight I realized that might have a problem. I have more socks than one man ought to have.
