Broken Sandals

We went to see an old fort in Arizona, it was where cheese was made to pay the workers who were building the St. George temple.  I was just wearing sandals and it was 107 degrees.  I didn't think much of the heat, after all it was much drier than Maryland, until I took a step and left my sandal behind.   At first I thought the velcro had come undone, but I looked at it and realized that it was the other side of the sandal that had broken.  Chris tried to rig something with his belt so I could still walk, but that didn't last long.  I just chalked it up to cheap sandals that I wore too much until ten minutes later when the same thing happened to the other sandal.  Turns out it was so hot that it melted the glue holding the sandals together!  We still had to walk back to the car, so I tried  standing on Chris' feet while he walked, but that didn't work for more than a minute.  So I ended up running, barefoot, ahead of everyone else to that car, to get across the hot sidewalk as fast as possible! Luckily I had my running shoes in the car.  The sandals went right into the trash.