I’m not sure I understand what difference rocks make.
Years ago I was at mile 2200 or something like that on the PCT and the trail was full of big tilted rocks and some blowhard was standing nearby giving a lecture to his friends, using me as an object lesson of the dangers of stupid ultralight hikers and their inadequate equipment. As if 2200 miles didn’t prove my equipment’s worth. I’m totally minding my own business, hiking in my brand new blinding white Brooks road running shoes I bought at the Seattle REI when I hear him talking about me. “Look at how dangerously inadequate her shoes are. Look at how her ankles bend!” I stopped and looked at my ankles. Yes, they were bending. Wow. Isn’t that what ankles do? That made no sense to me.
Also years ago I hiked a portion of the JMT wearing Chaco sandals and a skirt. My feet were never happier. People made comments when I went by. “Wow, that creek barely broke your stride.” I hiked over several passes, but the worst was Muir pass. There was a lot of snow on the south side for a long way and I lost the trail for some distance. The snow would ball up under my toes and stick to my wool socks. It was annoying, but not a huge deal. And snow isn’t rocks. The rocks were not a problem.
By the way I have not stubbed my toes any more or less than when wearing shoes. I have stubbed my toes wearing shoes lots of times.

