I had that experience Sunday, orienteering in icebugs, except mine delaminated from the rear, so at least it was not a tripping hazard.
When you have bears around the size of Luther (or whatever his name was), I guess a blown out flip-flop is the least of your worries.
Heh, Luther. There was a Luther in Charlie's history. (Or more than one?)
Just one that I know of or can remember. My father's brother Harry Luther DeWeese. Harry was a pretty well used name in my father's family, uncles, cousins, etc. I remember he had an uncle Harry Albert, who was known as Slip. My father knew his brother as Luther, but most folks called him Jack. Alas, Luther passed away quite young, I think around 38 or so, from a heart attack. I only met him once, but I keep in touch with his two daughters, who were quite small when he died.