On the road
Growing up in the beautiful PNW, I didn’t know how good I had it. My dad took me camping every summer, but I didn’t realize the plethora of outdoor opportunities until I moved away from Portland and went to college in northern Washington, where everyone and their mother went skiing, climbing, and mountain biking every spare second of the day.
As soon as I stepped into the climbing gym at my university's rec center, I knew this is what I wanted to do more of. The feeling of solving problems with your body. The satisfaction of doing something that you didn’t think you could. The friendships that came from puzzling over a problem with someone.
I knew I needed to take this feeling outdoors. I wanted to touch real rocks, not just the plastic holds that filled the gym. I quickly found mentors and teachers who showed me the way of rock climbing. It was all I wanted to do, and I learned quickly.
The next few years I explored the mountains of Washington, alpine granite and rocks tucked into lush forests. We would drive 20 hours to the deserts of Utah and Nevada to escape the cold, wet PNW winters and climb sandstone cracks. I was always on the move, finding seasonal jobs in Montana and Alaska and throughout the west to always be exploring a new place.
Fast forward 7 years. I’ve settled in beautiful Southwest Colorado with my partner — an old friend who was one of the first people to teach me how to climb— and we spend every weekend either in the San Juan mountains, or red rock Utah desert, both an hour from our houses.
We both work for ourselves — me, a copywriter and digital marketing professional, and my partner is a videographer and photographer. We work with outdoor businesses, and have made our work seamlessly align with our lifestyles. We travel often, taking one (or sometimes both) of our built out cars on the road for weeks or even months at a time.
It’s a Friday night in February, and we’re about to leave on a weekend climbing trip in the Utah desert. Temperatures for the weekend are forecasted to hover around 21 degrees at night. It's going to be chilly.
But right before we leave, our brand new Selk’bags arrive. A Nomad for me, and a Green Ice Original for my partner. Could there even be a better time to test them out than a winter weekend camping and climbing in the desert?
We pulled into our campsite that night to meet some new friends of friends. As my green, clunky Astro van named Sage pulled up the dirt driveway into the beautiful campsite overlooking the canyons, what did I see? Our friends, waving and welcoming us to camp, wore their very own cozy Selk’bags.
What are the chances? On our very first night with our very own cozy insulated suits, we ran into two other Selk fanatics.
That night we bonded over our love of our Selk’bags, climbing, and cold weather desert camping. There’s nothing like being in the desert during the winter. It's so quiet, you can practically hear the stars that blanket the vast sky — especially on moonless nights.
Since then, we’ve worn Selk’bags all over the desert, introducing them to friends new and old. For a community that travels constantly and will camp outside whatever the temperature — as long as its dry — Selk’bags are perfect for the climbing community.
100% recycled polyester pongee
100% recycled polyester
100% recycled two 120-gram layers of hollow-fiber
A Total Length: Measure your height from top of head to toes.
B Girth Chest/bust: Measure in the fullest part.
C Girth Waist: Measure your waist at the narrowest point.
D Girth Hip: Measure in the fullest part.
E Inseam: Measure the length from the top of your inside leg down to the floor.