Yes, they're horrifying, but I had to walk on them every step of the way. Having grabbed the wrong boots when I left the house, I was doomed to a certain amount of damage, but it all could have been much, much worse if I hadn't met the merciful CCC crew boss at Simpson Meadow. She loaded me up with all kinds of foot fixin's, which I, as you can see, applied liberally.

The point here was to take "before" and "after" picture of my faithful fidos - these being the "before" of course. The bandages are covering a nifty collection of wounds which, while not stigmata, left me feeling distinctly holey.