Even though I could run across gravel, I learned that freshly cut alfalfa was much worse. My father took us with him to haul hay. He suggested shoes but I declined. I had walked on alfalfa before, of course when is was full and bushy. This freshly cut stuff was a different story. It was like walking on pokey sticks. I was at a lost, and I struggled to get to the edge of the field.
The other drawback to running on rocks was the occasional stubbed toe.
|This is not my toe, but shows a stubbed toe|