Dear Gaiters,
I felt it was time to express my gratitude for everything you have done for me. Although it seems like only yesterday, I bought you as a mere outdoor novice years ago. All I knew of you was what had been described on my gear check list before Kilimanjaro. You were a mystery to me and in spite of my doubt in your usefulness, I dove headfirst.
Since the day I first put you on my legs, you have provided me protection from the debris I have encountered on the trail of my life. You have kept the bitter snows of winter from soaking my Smartwools and protected my non Gore-tex footwear from unfortunate, uncomfortable sogginess. With every step I take into the great unknown, I am safe in knowing you are offering your warmth. You would never let the underbrush tear my pant leg nor would you allow a renegade crampon to dig into my calf.
You are showing your age. Your velcro is separating and your clasps are rusting. But I wouldn't trade you for any new shinier pair. You are my favorite piece of gear and I will incur all ridicule necessary to continue to walk around with you, even when seemingly inappropriate to others. Rain, shine, sleet, snow, glacier, rock...you have never let me down. It's time you knew how I felt about you. I love you. -Me
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