Stolen: Beloved Asolos. So Low!

Katrina loved her Asolos. I’m not talking about the temporary, fleeting kind of love I’ve heard her express for a new pair of heels, or TOMS, or comfy moccasins. I’m talking about a love built on trust, a friendship almost, hardened over numberless hours on the trail — through rocks, rivers, mud, and ice. And someone stole them. In the middle …