Submitted by Wildrunner on 15 December 2017
One of the great mysteries of life is where the socks go. Is there a secret conversation that happens in sock factories the world over? Do they conspire in their infancy to escape to a happy sock place, where the singles mingle, free to partner as they wish after escaping the tedium of a life spent to the left, or the right, of their exact double? We might never know, and we might never find them, but rest assured there are some exceptional people ready and willing to find us mountain users, and we’re selling socks to support their efforts. It just seemed fitting.
