Boise is undeniably a sandals town. The Dry Heat and limitless sprawl have created a town that during the middle of the day gives off a “ghost town/under marshal law” vibe, but search and you will find a few crowded pedestrian centers. Places of congregation, where if you stand still with eyes closed listening to the symphony of the crowd, a non-native will immediately note the flapping staccato percussion a la Skoota Warner. What you are hearing is the dis-syncopated slapping that arises from a community shod in flip-flops, roman sandals, slides, and Velcro®-equipped sports adventure footwear. Once attuned to this rhythm it is inescapable.