Blundstone Boots and the Toronto Zoo
What should you wear on Safari? No… I don’t know, that was a question. How would I know that?
If you’re ever watched the crocodile hunter, you’d know that he’s always equipped with a knife in his belt loops, a rugged pair of shorts showing a healthy amount of knee cap, a short sleeved button down and a functional pair of boots. It’s the boots that tell the story here. They’ve taken snake bites and rubbed against more barbs and thorns than a florist will in a lifetime.
Though I didn’t go on Safari, I opted for a similar and only slightly less dangerous expedition… The Toronto Zoo. Where else can you see a pride of Lions AND eat ice cream? When was the last time you went to the zoo? I think it’s been well over a decade since my last trip (not counting the Beijing Zoo, that place was just depressing). I remembered how excited I use to get by the prospect of seeing all the animals and thought it strange that after three years here I still hadn’t been, I mean it’s one of the best zoo’s in North America, so why not. Plus I had new boots to break in (and accidentally scuff, more on that later).
I’ve always had a great respect for animals. From the giant pandas of China to the little red pandas (AKA: lesser panda or fire fox) of IndoMalaya. Regardless of their size or where they reign on the food chain, every furry, scaled or spikey critter deserved our attention. Except snakes… snakes creep me out.
In the past I would shy away from functional footwear, but I’m grateful that my natural survival instincts crept up and reminded me of the dangers of (manicured) trails and the (man-made) rockface (that I obviously climbed). Careful of those fake boulders. I attempted to gracefully pose on s seemingly harmless- but obviously deviously jagged rock- ice cream in hand, only to hop up, slip and nearly plummet to my embarrassment right in front of the hippo sanctuary. Luckily everyone was distracted as it was feeding time. As whole heads of lettuce were devoured by Africa’s most dangerous mammal, I regained my composure (and ice cream) and went at it like a pro (albeit with a little more humility and respect for the rock). New boots, nice and scuffed.
It was a cool experience seeing the zoo as an adult and watching the awe inspired joy in the faces of rampaging children, hearing the excitement of which animal each kid gravitated to. While the lions took the share of votes, one boy was enthralled with the kangaroos and another wanted to watch the Rhino all day. Funny how we’re fascinated by qualities or features of some of the creatures over others. Probably a deeper view into ourselves. Or… Kangaroo’s hop so that’s just cool… Who knows.
So after the day, I have decided I’m probably not 100% ready to tackle a REAL safari… that being said, I’d certainly be up for the adventure.
Zoo appropriate outfit:
Tank top: H&M
Photos by Matthew St.
And my favorite animal: