Go Rumpl

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At this point every family member owns a Rumpl (best gift ever). Saying we are obsessed is putting it mildly. The down puffy might be the best blanket we’ve ever owned. It goes everywhere we go, camping, biking, hot springing, surfing, skating, skiing…everywhere. The down puffy is lightweight, packable and uber warm. Wrapped up on the couch, in a hammock or around the campfire this blanket has proved its durability. As summer fades into fall, you’re going to want to make sure you’re wrapped up in a Rumpl!


Photo Credit: Cy Whitling 

Keep Oregon Weird



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Right off the bat Oregon presented itself as a ‘weird’ place, with its dingy, retro 80’s green carpet at PDX airport; Its volcanic mountains shooting straight out of the ground; Its grungy beach towns; Its tacky single-track and dispensary on every block…I immediately fell in love.

Tim was in Portland for work so we made the most of our weekends. Friday evenings and Saturday mornings, we mountain biked at Sandy Ridge or Post Canyon and then headed to the coast to catch a few waves before the sun went down. 

The Gear Amateur surfers at best, we rented a long board from Cleanline Surf Shop in Cannon Beach to accompany our LibTech Extension Ramp board which neither of us have yet to get up on. 

The program entailed Saturday evening surf sessions at Indian Beach, 5am wake up calls on Sunday to beat the crowds (mainly because we are beaters), scrambled breakfast up on the bluff and a nap before heading down the coast a few miles to Short Sands to surf more mellow waves. Brats and beers made on the tailgate before jumping in the truck held us over as we sat in traffic back to the city.

The Places Mountain Biking at Sandy Ridge offered us afternoon breaks from the city as long as we could scoot out before traffic. This place offers what I envisioned all riding in the PNW to be like: huge evergreens protecting you from the sun while keeping the dirt tacky.

Tim and I rode here several times in rain and hail and aside from slick roots, the trails held up well.  Be sure to prepare yourself for a 3-mile pedal up a paved road before enjoying miles of smiles sending downhill.

Usually before heading to the coast we would spend a night in Hood River. This ‘lawless’ town is full of breweries, wind sports and skateparks. Post Canyon offers endless mountain bike trails which one could ride for days.

I had the opportunity to work with Amy Esnard from Ladies All Ride for some mountain bike coaching. Let me say, having someone break down my riding was so helpful and wish Amy lived in the Tetons so we could ride together always!

After a long day of pedaling bikes and pumping skateboards, we loved to hit up Double Mountain Brewing. They have an incredible selection of beers on tap and the most delectable pizza around (even folks in Portland will recommend you drive the hour to get ‘Za and beer).

Back home in Idaho we are loving the fall colors and cooler temperatures, all this damp weather is reminding me of the PNW. Oregon, we will be back!



Desert Vibes

Just back from a quick desert jaunt. Haven’t been south for a couple of years now and it was so nice to romp around and pedal our bikes on some red rock. An effortless 4 hours from SLC, we rolled into Moab.

Pulled up to Moab Brewery, filled our growler and headed out Kane Creek Road in the dark to camp for the night. Woke up to a pink sky, down in a basin, surrounded by red mesas. We love this place!

Due to weather our trip was cut short. We still managed to ride trails new to us and hike in Arches. We rode Captain Ahab, the Klonzo Trail System and a loop out on Mag 7, all of which were awesome, though varying difficulty.

Can’t wait to head back to the desert for more biking.

What is your favorite desert destination?

Breakfast suggestion: Pre-cook the bacon!



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Gear List:

Camp Chef StoveThe North Fact Dolomite Double Sleeping BagRumpl Down PuffyDuckworth Knit Watchman HatBlack Diamond Liquid Point Shell, Patagonia Torrentshell, Santa Cruz Nomad, Poler Stuff Tent Crewneck, Giro Terradura, POC Trabec, Dakine Nomad Backpack



Fire on the Mountain

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We visited Teton Valley for the first time a little over a year ago. 7 months later we moved here, 6 months later we are loving life in the Valley.

The first time we visited Teton Valley we experienced one of the most breathtaking sunsets, the sky was on fire! Since living here, we continue to experience these fairytale sunsets that take my breath away.

Sister, Sister







So happy my baby sister was able to come visit us in our new home only a month after living here. Although she was only here for 4 days, I (Devin) was determined to give her a whirlwind tour of the Wild West. She had one request, which was to go horse-back riding. I’m pretty sure we saw it all…except for a bear! Come back soon.

Settling in.

Rainbow Pano

We have lived in Teton Valley for a little over 5 weeks now. Within the first week of being here Tim, looked up at the Teton range on our way back from a bike ride and said “I think we are going to really like it here!”

We have gone from living in the back of our truck, for two weeks in the rain, to settling into our cute little house perfectly situated in Victor. We are working, biking, hiking, camping, farming and adventuring as much as we can. It all still feel so new and we continue to settle in but there has been no doubt that we have made a great move!





Moving North


Big news, we are moving! This is something that we have been discussing for the last couple of years and thought we would put it off another year but have decided this is the right time and we are so excited. We have decided to move north to Victor, ID. Tim was hired as a river guide on the Snake and I will be working at a bike shop in Driggs. This has been such a learning experience for us, between filling out job applications, writing numerous cover letters and trying to find a house to live in. There is a good chance we won’t be able to post anything again until after our move, but will keep you all posted once we have settled in. Follow us on Instagram #adventuring_west and #tetonsummer


“November comes

and November goes,

with the last red berries

and the first white snows.

with night coming early,

and dawn coming late,

and ice in the bucket

and frost by the gate.

the fires burn

and the kettles sing,

and earth sinks to rest

until next spring.”

-Clyde Watson-





Look out Jackson town













Jackson being about four and a half hours from Salt Lake makes it perfect for the last minute bike trip but we’d never explored anything over the pass in Idaho before this trip.  Every recreational enthusiast  knows Jackson’s biking off the pass is all time, the skiings steep, the Grand is grand and the people are so fit it’ll make you sick.

We biked Shadow Mountain the first day. Fast, and fun with great views of the Grand. Day two proved less prospers as far as the biking, due to our out dated guide book but the drive out the Gros Ventre Road was epic by itself; red hills, ranch land, yellow aspens along the Gros Ventre river which pooled turquoise below. The biking ended up being us exploring cattle trails through sage and never really sure if we found where we were meant to be.

Day three we biked the pass with no surprises as far as the biking goes. Grip the bars and let her run… smooth & fast.  The surprise came hitching back up to the top of the pass.  The driver and her friend proved great hosts, handing me a Pabst and telling of their plans for the Virgin Islands for the winter.  Are you gonna sell the car before the trip I asked, “no she’s been so good I gotta hang on to it” was about what she said right before the car made some ticking then went silent.  I pushed the car next to mine at the top of Teton Pass. Picked Dev up at the bottom of the pass and we went back up to pick up our new friends who lived in Victor, Idaho on the other side of the pass.

Originally planing on passing through to make it to Sun Valley for some more biking our new companions told us all the great things about Driggs/ Victor, with enthusiasm, which must have been fueled by the Pabst and other paraphernalia; that we had to check out all we could. The Wind Tunnel was huge!  Even though the ‘life time local’ sent us up the wrong canyon to find it.  Which only brought us to another cool hike, free camping, moose, gorgeous views, a trail runner who pointed us in the right direction of the Wind Tunnel and apologized if he was brief on the trail in giving directions.  We were very impressed when we finally found the giant cave.  We got snowed out on the biking, but can’t wait to see what the winters are like up there.

On the way home we took the scenic route stopping at Lava Hot Springs and then heading through Logan, skated Logan’s skate park for the fourth skate park on the trip, sampled cheese at Gosner’s Cheese Factory and rolled back into Salt Lake very content.

Queens on Kings













Kings Peak is the highest peak in Utah, standing at 13,528. The hike is 32 miles round trip. Meghan and I left Salt Lake on Friday and headed East to the Henry’s Fork Trailhead in the Uintas. It was the inaugural night sleeping in the back of mine and Tim’s new truck, which initially seemed very cozy until the temperatures dropped significantly. The alarm went off at 5am and by no means were we jumping out of our sleeping bags. We cooked breakfast in the bed of the truck and packed our bags for our hike in. 4 hours later, we arrived a mile below Gunsight Pass where we set up camp. Aspen and Coal were pooped; we dropped our packs and zipped the dogs in the tent with water and bones. Meg and I headed for the summit. After gaining Gunsight we cut right following small carins that led up along a goat path through several scree fields to Anderson Pass, at the base of Kings. Kings is an interesting peak;  a boulder field with little direction, we followed the ridge to the summit. The views are beautiful and well worth the scramble. 26 miles for the day we made it back to camp for chili, water, wine and sleep.

Day two we woke to warmer temperatures and cloudier skies. We had 8.5 miles out, which did not pass as fast as we had hoped. We made it out safe and sound and are happy to say we did it!