I walk the path in bare feet. It's not ideal, but I'm careful, it's not so long, and I choose bare feet to carrying flip flops or wearing water shoes for the rest of the walk. The more troubling part of the path to me is one not so nice guy that hangs in the trees there by the water. He remembers me each year and scares me a bit. I'm not easily intimidated, but he is a little unpredictable, and there is not always someone around.