You can tell a lot about a person by their gloves. Like our hands, they tell our truths. Worn down palms, lightly ripped seams. Soft, supple leather. For those of us whose adventures draw us to the cold, to those early morning summits, to those late-night hikes under the full moon, these mitts, those gloves; they are the fabric of our lives. Every crease, every scuff, tells a story.