'Anybody remember Alp sandals?
I still have a couple of pairs of Alp sandals, bought close to 30 years ago.
They were advertised, IIRC, in SOF Magazine and called "Combat Sandals", and were supposed to be popular with guys who ran the Iron Man Triathlon.
They absolutely will not fall off your feet. I wore them on my several extended jaunts through central Mexico, as well as all over the U.S. I swam in them, sometimes slept in them, occasionally fought in them and did a few other things in them.
Once, while trying to climb over a high chain-link fence, the webbing of one sandal snagged on the wire points on top. When I could not maneuver it loose, nor untie and remove the sandal from my foot, I tried with all my strength to break the webbing in order to free myself. I couldn't do it. Fortunately, a friend rescued me after I had hung there for a little while.
Properly cared for, my Alps will probably last another few decades (I had the foresight to stash away several pair of replacement "Octopus" soles, and have had the sandals re-soled a couple of times). That's a good thing, because, unfortunately, they're no longer made.
But, for all their attributes, Alps don't protect one's toes very well. So nowadays I only wear them in the most beastly hot conditions, and otherwise my warm weather outdoor footwear consists of G.I.-type desert combat boots by Belleville, which keep my feet fairly cool and fully protected. 'Can't swim in 'em, though.
I've always favored durable, practical clothing and, in particular, durable, practical footwear. That even extends to my liking women in "sensible shoes"; high heels or similarly impractical footwear does nothing for me; maybe that's part of why I've always been attracted to women in uniform.
I never understood why "Your mother wears Army boots" was supposed to be a put-down!
I thought that 9/11 would make people, and women especially, adopt more practical, "ready-for-anything" clothing and especially footwear, but that didn't happen.
I had bought my ex-almost-wife several pair of sturdy boots, and even though she doesn't have me anymore, she still wears those boots and still appreciates them.
Whenever I step out of my house, I never know for sure what I'll be stepping into, literally or figuratively, or know for sure that I'll be returning home that same day. So I like to be ready for any eventuality, and that starts with sturdy shoes (and also includes a hat and gloves, a knife and a flashlight, and of course a serious sidearm).