So this weekend I went on a little adventure. My best friend’s mother very generously took my bestie and me to a women’s retreat this weekend and the location turned out to be on the coast, specifically at Cannon Beach. I got to do a bit of shopping in the cute little resort town, catch up on some light reading, enjoy some good meals with a nice group of women, and then……… best of all…….. we took a couple of hikes up the beach to Haystack Rock. It was fantastic.
We waited until the tide was out and splashed and played our way up to the foot of the monolith, collecting shells and getting randomly drenched up to our knees until we reached the tide pools around the base of the rocks. The volunteers had set up viewing stations so you could see puffins nesting. I got to see all sorts of barnacles and sea anemones and hermit crabs and lots of little creatures. We took a cute picture of ourselves against the rock.
One of the minor discoveries we made was that my knee high wool socks are amazing. I happened to have on my doc marten mary janes, a pair of rolled up yoga pants and various coats, gloves and hats. It wasn’t warm out there. It started out as a stroll on packed wet sand…. but then a wave came in and surprised us and we both got soaked, shoes, pants, socks and all. That water was chilllllly. As soon as my lower extremities stopped being covered in brrrrr water, I found out just how heat retaining dripping wet wool is. The instant the water wasn’t actually submerging my feet, they were warm again, just like that. Soaking wet and perfectly comfortable.
Ok…. now go back a moment and ponder if you will the fact that I’m always either too cold or too warm. To me, this was a minor miracle. I feel like I won the sock of gods lottery.
We were nearly late in walking back to lunch, and so we went into the dining room, still in wet everything, brushed off loose sand and washed our hands (after touching said outdoor wildlife) and sat down and had a nice lunch. Meanwhile….. we were still in our wet clothes. So that would put me in wet cotton yoga pants for approximately 3 hours in 50 ish degree weather in wind. The socks, however, were between me and the pants and I stayed warm. Even later when I finally peeled off the wet things, those socks were still warm to the touch. It was really incredible.
I’ve heard how wool keeps ya warm even when it gets wet, I am now a very firm believer. I had no idea how wet…. I thought they meant a little bit damp. Well… ladies and gentlemen…. I wasn’t damp. I was walking in sea water up to my knees. I now get why sailors wear those sweaters. I’m converted. It’s official. I’m buying more wool. I love that stuff.
http://www.cannon-beach.net/cbhaystack.html
