Lost in the Abyss of Ankle Socks

You have been wandering for 4 days, 3 hours, 2 minutes, and 1 second. You're starting to lose hope.
Your socks are wet, smelly, and tangled in a knot that defies all reason.
The only thing keeping you from despair is the faint hope that you might find a dry patch on the trail ahead.

Here are some options:

Turn around and try the high socks
Or maybe just go higher still
Higher still, because why not?
Or just go really low, because you're a rebel

You know, just go home, it's probably fine