We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My husband and I sent some of these socks to a young medic who was serving in the Mid East, and he was lyrical in his praise of them. As a combat medic is that extreme climate, he did a lot of walking, climbing and sweating and he found them to be wonderful.
I remember reading books on arctic exploration in my youth which told of the Eskimos and their ways of combating the cold. In the days before polar fleece and other high tech solutions to cold, the natives wore fur lined parkas, and during their labors finding food and doing other chores, they perspired a lot, as humans do. At night, they would return to their igloos, take off their parkas, turn them inside out so the fur was exposed, and strip virtually naked. [I suppose, if there were enough folks in that confined space, they would still remain somewhat warm.] Then, in the morning, they would take the parkas and beat the fur so the frozen perspiration would fall off, then turn the fur side in, and put them on again. [Goodness, it's so nice to tell that story, since it's been 98 degrees in Houston every day since the first of May. But I digress]
Anyway, socks that wick away moisture, like Thur-los, will keep your feet warm and healthy when you hike and exert yourself.
Also, chuck, I remember now which arctic explorer wrote the book I'm thinking of. It was Peter Freuchen, and he married an Eskimo, I believe -- one of the ladies of the igloos. Her preparations for her wedding night included washing her hair in urine. A concept to conjure with.
I've had good luck with Cabela's socks. I can still take the elements pretty well, but once the feet get wet than cold it's a whole new ballgame.
The summer is more forgiving. The fall and winter can get nasty fast.