15 Days in the Grand Canyon

There are times in life when opportunity comes a knocking. Sometimes it can be disguised as hard work and cold nights, but it’s opportunity all the same. Recently, Toad&Co Ambassador Emily Jackson was approached with an opportunity to kayak the Grand Canyon. She had her doubts, but her decision to join the expedition ultimately turned into an experience she will never forget. The following is Emily’s account of 15 days in the Grand Canyon.

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“You’ll never guess what?! We got another Grand Canyon Permit!!! Are you interested?”

Um of course I am interested!

“OK, because the launch date is in two weeks….”

This was the beginning of my recent adventure down the Grand Canyon. I wasn’t even home when the first wave of texts started coming in from the Holcombes.  I was visiting my in-laws up in Canada in several feet of snow and couldn’t quite fathom what we were agreeing to go do.

I had been down the Grand Canyon almost 10 years before, only that trip was a commercial trip where we were royally spoiled and I paddled a playboat the whole time. My husband Nick’s first piece of advice was to not think this trip would be anything like it.

Not quite sure what he meant,I agreed to the trip, because I had turned down one trip into the Canyon before and I wasn’t about to let that happen again. My kids are 17 months and 4 1/2. Both are incredibly social, can be on any schedule, and love spending time with their Grandmother and Uncle KC.  I selfishly thought this might be the perfect weaning opportunity for my daughter as I was ready to stop breastfeeding her and she loved the boob.

On came the next wave of texts: “Here is our friends packing list- trust me you’ll want to review it and base off of it.”

I was like YES! This is exactly what I needed as I had no idea how to live out of a kayak for 15 days. Then I looked at the list and my response was more like “what the heck?!” They forgot to mention the creator of the list was a rocket scientist, and had thus created a list that was too perfect for me to even review. It was down to the last drop, and had so much information, I couldn’t even process the list. (This guy recorded the weight of his food, and the weight of his poop at the end.) It was VERY detailed.  He also managed to pack 3 pairs of shoes? Who does that?!

So I wrote the list out in doodle style and tried to pretend like it was my own, in hopes of assisting the chaos of preparing for this trip. Oh, and now we’re home with 5 days till departure.

Finally I decided I couldn’t pack off this list. I handed it to my husband and began to pray he didn’t skimp us on any necessities.

Now only a couple days left before departure, and I had to pack for my kids to be off with Grandma as well. With them not needing to weigh any luggage I simply rolled two bags into their room, and hail mary’ed just about every item of their room into the bag. Now that’s how you pack!

Nick had carefully laid everything out and then told me I needed to pack my clothes, as he didn’t want to do that for me. So I said, “That I can do!” and ran upstairs…and came down with about 5 too many outfits. All of which were for every type of climate. Then we checked the weather, I cursed under my breath and went back upstairs. Down coats, hats, under layers, and fleece, lots of fleece.

The bags were now packed. I had no idea what Nick had packed, but I knew I had my clothes. We dropped the kids off and hopped on the plane. And we really did hop on the plane with no hassle – flying without kids is cake!

The Holcombe’s picked us up in true style – their RV and trailer loaded with more kayaks then I could imagine. This was going to be my first time really packing out the Karma Traverse kayak. You could sense how prepared they were, lists upon lists and asking me questions I knew nothing about – like allum, bleach, and groover wrenches. I said Nick had it under control and then Nick asked us to be driven straight to REI. Lucky for us they needed to go too.

We got our stove fuel, (as you cant fly with it) and a few other missing necessities, like that groover wrench, allum, and so on.

That evening we stopped at our local dealer, Desert Adventures, and picked up the remaining boxes of stuff we needed. Then we headed to the RV Park to pack…in the dark.

I couldn’t believe we were packing to live out of our kayaks for 15 days and I needed a head lamp to see what I was doing. If I wasn’t stressed out enough already I now have no fingernails left and I have already stressed eaten several of my snacks that were for IN the canyon. Crap…

Nick took one look at me and said, “Don’t worry I got it, just lay out all of our food and only do that.” SWEET, something I can do. Kathy also told me how to do it, by day, by meal. So sure enough I had each day laid out. 15 days is a lot of food when you lay it all on one tarp.

My food choice was 90% Heather’s Choice meals. With each one being dairy and gluten free, and almost 40 grams of protein per serving, I knew it would be the perfect fuel for me. We also had Heather’s Choice Packaroons, which I was excited about, but didn’t know how excited I would be about them until later. To be honest, I’ve already ordered more of the Smoked Salmon Chowder as it was the best thing ever (don’t judge me for backpackers food at home.)

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Now I had to pack all of my belongings into bags, and into a kayak… still in the dark. Luckily Las Vegas gives off such a warm orange glow that you can basically see way more…. (yuck, but was an advantage this day.)

I popped off the bulkhead in the Traverse and slid 50% of the food for Nick and I into my bow. It fit perfectly! In the other side I had my Thermarest pad, pillow, and bathroom bag. It fit just right. Behind my seat I kept two dry bags, one with my down jacket and hat, the other with that day’s lunch, snacks, lip chap and extra hair ties.

In the back hatch I had my first week of food, my chair, my Thermarest Sleeping bag that snuggled into an AWESOME SealLine compression sack (basically, I never needed to pack my sleeping bag into any other bag then the actual dry bag!) I had a stove, and cooking stuff, my clothes and journal, flip flops, and camera. Nick carried the tent. Then on top of the hard hatch I had my Groover tube and all its necessities tucked inside.

Somehow I had WAY more then I expected, including two pairs of shoes (was not expecting that) and it all fit perfect. We then laid our kayaks next to each other, a true team effort as the kayaks were HEAVY!

Now it was time to get picked up and delivered to the Put In… Pick up was at 6AM and it was already past midnight!

I didn’t sleep well. I wondered if I made the right choice. I thought of my kids, the challenges ahead, the time away from the usual grind… but I also looked forward to the experience of just being with my husband, away from the kids. The thought of big waves crashing into my face over and over again made me excited, and ultimately made the decision for me.

I fell asleep for the last hour, and when I woke up I was ready!

We climbed into the car and drove the fastest 6 hours I can recall. I think I slept for almost 5 of them, and the other one hour I ate delicious cookies someone brought along. I arrived at Lees Ferry ready for action. We had our check in, our orientation with the wonderful Penny, set up our tents (which is always awkward the first time) and that was it. We were officially launched! Now, we kinda cheated the first nights dinners and hitched a ride up to the lodge and ate a gazillion French fries, burgers, chili and beer… hitched back to our tents, cursed the cold that was already much worse then I anticipated and slept, hard.

Now, kayaking….

The first day I was slightly intimidated at the weight of the kayak – how was rolling this beast? The cold simply kept me from even trying, but I was curious what rolling that amount of weight would feel like. I couldn’t begin to tell you how excited I was, and the idea of paddling 280 miles had me cruising the first ten. We were told we were going a little too fast so we backed off and ended our day at 18 miles. I was not sure how stopping 2 miles short was going to work as I knew it meant picking up more miles along the way, but everyone was a bit sore from not being accustomed to paddling this weight and the weather was COLD! We also wanted to make camp before it got too late.

The first day didn’t have much for rapids, but our crew was doing a great job. It was Nick and I and the Holcombes: Peter, Kathy and Abby. We all were in Traverses, Abby and I in 9 foot Karma Traverses, and the rest in 10 foot.

I couldn’t believe how well this kayak floated, drove, and maneuvered in the bigger rapids, ALL while being insanely loaded down. I could get the kayak where I wanted and when I did hit huge breaking waves and holes it was stable throughout the entire hit. I found my confidence after the first two days and began seeking out the wetter lines. Now and then I avoided wetter lines for the sheer thought of being wet and adding to the cold… but otherwise, the bigger waves were calling!

I was also impressed with how packing became a flow. Each day I would wake up and the routine of being in the canyon seemed to happen without my thinking about it. Nick would go make coffee while I packed the sleeping bags and pads. Then we would have breakfast and coffee together. I would bring the bags to the boats and he would take the tent down. I don’t remember being so vocal in asking for specific help or taking turns doing certain responsibilities and this reminded me that I often have that silent expectation for Nick to do what I want without me even sending him any hints. By learning and becoming vocal about us helping each other, we felt much more like a team and I was reminded how much easier my life and raising the kids would be if we could simply carry that communication home.

We had so many high moments in the canyon (and low temps) and I couldn’t wait to share the experience with the kids. From hikes, to caves, to that incredibly blue water in the Havasu River. From fish to eagles, deer and sheep, arrowheads, shooting stars, lizards, ice, and waves. OH the WAVES! Each one that hit me was a reminder of how much I love kayaking. Each day was a reminder of the simple joys in life. Each day taught me that nothing is for granted. I can’t tell you how much we laughed and clamored over each other for the idea of a bite of a Packaroon after a long day’s paddle.

The disconnect of being in the canyon was a wonderful feeling. I never realized how much I loved music, or missed it, until the last few days when Dave Matthews Band, Aerosmith, Red Hot Chili Peppers, U2, the Cranberries, Alanis Morisette and Nirvana popped into my head if any word reminded me of a song. I also thought of how much I missed just engaging with my kids, not necessarily doing anything, just simply interacting.

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I have so much appreciation for the Grand Canyon opportunity. For the strength I found to go, for my husband coming along, for the Holcombe’s for inviting us, for my parents for watching my kids. And for my boat! My boat, was my home, my safety, my vessel for the 15 days in the Canyon. I have much love for my boat and its ability to carry me through those big splashy rapids day after day.

I hope everyone has an opportunity to see nature in some of its rawest forms. To connect with the outdoors, disconnect from everything else, and to use a river to carry you through your adventures.

Happy Paddling!

Emily Jackson-Troutman

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The Coastodian

Richard James is the human embodiment of the motto “think globally, act locally.” Since 2008, he’s been quietly and painstakingly packing out trash of his backyard, the Tomales Bay area. In three years Richard removed over three tons of trash: plastic and styrofoam bits of all sizes, broken fishing gear, and plastic bottles from every corner of the earth. “But It’s not enough to pick up the trash. That’s just the symptom of a larger problem. If you don’t like the water on the floor, go fix the leaky faucet.”

In 2011 Richard set out to plug the leaky faucets. He began by helping change the habits of the local oyster farms by encouraging them replace and improve upon antiquated, faulty and polluting equipment. Next he raised public awareness around the ills of one-time use plastic bottles. Today his latest efforts are aimed at reminding state and local regulation services of their civic duties to protect our public lands. “If you don’t look, you don’t see,” Richard says. Our backyards are a great place to start looking – the future of our collective backyard depends on it. To learn more, check out Richard’s blog, coastodian.org.

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Photo by Richard James.

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For his morning kayak paddle, Richard is wearing the Flannagan Long Sleeve Shirt paired with the Rover Pant. When collecting trash along the waterfront, Richard is wearing the Watchdog Long Sleeve Shirt and Alex is wearing the Kennicott Shirt Jac. Both are wearing Rover Pants.

Down By the River: 10 Cities Where You Can Paddle and Swim Downtown

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Vital arteries and critical components of economies and local communitie, rivers have long been channels of discovery. They’re also portals of exploration: Even in the midst of densely populated and industrial urban landscapes, rivers provide a convenient outlet for adventure, solitude, and rejuvenation, as well as an anchor for local culture. So grab a paddle and get ready to explore some of the country’s most beloved metropolitan waterways in these 10 American cities.

Chattanooga, Tennessee

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Chattanooga SUP. Jake Wheeler. 

In 1969, Walter Cronkite named this coal and steel hub as the dirtiest city in America, much to locals’ chagrin. These days, it’s a much prettier picture in Chattanooga: The region’s abounding natural wonders, including the revitalized Tennessee River, have helped transformed the city into an outdoor adventure hub. Recognized as a National Scenic River Trail in 2002, the Tennessee River Blueway System ribbons through downtown Chattanooga, winding through the Tennessee River Gorge and continuing for 50 miles past wildlife reserves and rustic riverine campsites. However, urban paddlers need not leave downtown to find wilderness—in the middle of the Tennessee River, the 18.8-acre McClellan Sanctuary on Audubon Island provides an easily accessible riparian retreat.

Asheville, North Carolina

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A celebrated center of art, beer, and barbeque, this Appalachian city also cherishes the French Broad River, one of the planet’s oldest waterways. Gently snaking through the Blue Ridge town, the river is easily accessible from a string of urban parks, making it one of Asheville’s most vibrant gathering places for locals toting kayaks, SUPs, and tubes. Around the city, the river is lined with breweries, bars, and barbeque joints, but paddlers can also opt to cruise past the 8,000-acre Biltmore Estate, built by George Vanderbilt, on a slow-moving section of water.  Ambitious river runners can also use Asheville as a jumping off point for longer trips on the French Broad River Trail, a campsite-flanked paddling trail stretching 140 miles from Rosman, North Carolina to Douglas Lake, Tennessee.

Richmond, Virginia

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Richmond Kayaking. Tom Woodward.

Virginia’s capital is regularly touted as one of the country’s most livable riverfront cities, but its James River wasn’t always cherished. For almost a century, the waterway was one of the country’s most polluted rivers: so dirty, in fact, that its highly toxic water stripped the paint from boats, and fishing on the James was banned in the mid-1970s. Fast forward 40 years, and the river has been transformed into one of Richmond’s most beloved outdoor spaces, easily accessible by an extensive urban park system. Whitewater seekers head to the churning water of the upper James River, flatwater paddlers make for Huguenot Flatwater, and tubers and sunbathing rock-hoppers linger along the Pony Pasture Rapids, while nature lovers relish the avifauna-rich wetlands.

Chicago, Illinois

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Chicago River SUP. Jaysin Trevino, mods made.

The Windy City is notorious for excessively harsh winters. Fortunately, during warmer months, Chicagoans don’t have to leave the city to soak up the sun. The Chicago River is undoubtedly one of the city’s most iconic features—and the river’s main branch offers seasoned paddlers a unique view of one of the country’s most dramatic skylines. Beginning kayakers can hone their skills in the sluggish current of the North Shore Channel or along the North Fork of the Chicago River. Just north of the city at the Skokie Lagoons, surrounded by an 894-acre forest preserve, paddlers can explore a wildlife-rich wetland that feels anything but urban: In fact, it’s one of the Civilian Conservation Corps’ most successful restoration projects. If the mighty river isn’t enough, take the plunge in Lake Michigan, along the city’s 26 miles of public beaches.

Austin, Texas

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Ladybird Lake. Anne Worner.

America’s live music hub is also among the country’s fittest, most outdoor-loving cities, and with a sun-drenched climate, Austin’s waterways are a prime natural retreat. Locals can take to Barton Springs Pools, the city’s year-round natural swimming area, where the water is always an inviting 70 degrees, or head to Lady Bird Lake, a 470-reservoir in the heart of the Texas capital, serving as an oversized metropolitan swimming hole. If an 11-mile urban loop on the Lady Bird Lake Paddling Trail isn’t enough, head west to Pace Bend Park and float past quintessentially Texan Hill Country vistas on Lake Travis.

Missoula, Montana

Sitting along the converging Blackfoot, Bitterroot, and Clark Fork rivers, Missoula is paddler’s paradise. While the Blackfoot River inspired the bestselling novel-turned-movie A River Runs Through It, the Clark Fork actually sluices through the city; a highlight is Brennan’s Wave, a downtown whitewater park named in memory of internationally renowned local kayaker Brennan Guth. Paddlers and swimmers seeking a less turbulent option need only head five miles west of the city to the calm, spring-fed waters of Frenchtown Pond State Park.

Portland, Oregon

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Portland SUP. Bill Reynolds.

It is no secret Oregon’s largest city is an outdoor-loving town. Championing bike friendliness, farmers markets, hipsters, and microbrews, the metropolis also offers locals access to two waterways. Thanks to the city’s location at the confluence of the Columbia and Willamette rivers, urban escapes abound in Portland, but this wasn’t always the case. Decades of industrial dumping so contaminated the Willamette it became a Superfund site, but massive efforts to restore the river and reroute the city’s wastewater have made the waterway safe for swimming again. River-loving movements, including the Human Access Project, have catalyzed the creation of places like Poets Beach, a riverfront park decorated with boulders inscribed with poems written by local kids. On the Columbia River, Sauvie Island, the waterway’s largest swath of land, is dotted with beaches of both the family-friendly and clothing-optional kind.

Sacramento, California

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Sacramento Paddlefest. Robert Couse-Baker.

While California’s capital may not boast the state’s iconic Pacific beaches, historic Sacramento still has plenty of alluring waterfront thanks to its geography at the confluence of the Sacramento and American rivers. Locals can head to refreshing riverine retreats once haunted by ambitious 19th-century traders and starry-eyed gold prospectors. The Sacramento River offers kayakers the opportunity to paddle past Old Sacramento, one of the state’s most historic locations. On the American River, where the fall migration of the king salmon is the only one in the country to occur in an urban setting, river rats can also hit the water for self-guided urban rafting trips. The American River is also lined by the 23-mile American River Parkway, an extensive recreation area linking waterfront parks from Old Sacramento to the Folsom Reservoir.

Salida, Colorado

A nexus of adventure in peak-blessed central Colorado, Salida is hands-down a premier paddling town. The Arkansas River graces downtown, and the city even has its own urban whitewater park; depending on the water level, conditions are ideal for gutsy beginners looking to hone their skills or thrill-seeking experts wanting to ratchet up the adrenaline. The city is also home to FIBArk, the country’s oldest whitewater festival. Dating to 1949, it celebrates an ambitious 57-mile boat race down the Arkansas River from Salida to Canon City.

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Known for its culture, history, and of course, iconic food, the City of Brotherly Love also has plenty of natural assets that the adventurous set takes advantage of. Wedged between the Schuylkill and Delaware rivers, the city’s waterways provide a hassle-free outdoor adventure.  Paddlers can take to the Schuylkill in the midst of downtown from Schuylkill Banks Park or Bartram’s Garden and float past urban wonders like the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  River riders can also head to historic Boathouse Row, along the eastern edge of Schuylkill, in a segment of the city’s 9,200-acre Fairmont Park, one of the biggest urban parks on earth. North of Philadelphia, the quiet middle section of the Delaware River is prime for lazy float trips.

Originally written by RootsRated for Toad&Co. Featured image provided by Johannes Schneemann.

Modern Travel: Santa Barbara

 

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This month Outside Magazine’s Best Towns 2015 competition kicks off, pitting 64 towns against each other in a bid for the Best Town in America title. We’re big fans of all the nominated towns, but there’s a special spot in our hearts for one town in particular: Santa Barbara, CA – our home sweet home!

Nestled amongst the hills where the Santa Ynez mountains kiss the Pacific, Santa Barbara is anything but a sleepy beach town: Artist colonies, renowned universities, international non-profits, muchas taquerias autenticos, loads of small businesses and a blossoming tech industry mean there’s something for everyone. And with more than 300 days of sunshine per year, there’s no shortage of outdoor activities – smell the roses at the Queen of the Missions, hike around the Lost Padres National Forest, kayak the sea caves of Channel Islands National Park, bike State Street or cruise along East Beach, hit the local wineries, splash around at Butterfly Beach or get barreled at Rincon Point. If you’ve still got energy after a day of activities, catch a show under the stars at the Santa Barbara Bowl, because where else can you dance the night away with a view of the ocean? So come check out our town and who knows, maybe you’ll think it’s the Best Town Ever too.

WHAT TO DO IN SANTA BARBARA

Channel Islands National ParkClose to the mainland but worlds away are five islands – Anacapa, Santa Cruz, Santa Rosa, San Miguel and Santa Barbara – that make up the Channel Island National Park. This relatively untouched archipelago is absolutely stunning and one of the richest marine biospheres in the world with many species that live nowhere else on earth. And getting there is half the fun. Head over to Channel Island Outfitters in the Santa Barbara Harbor and they’ll hook you up with everything you need for a day on the water – scuba or snorkel the great kelp forests, kayak through the sea caves (the Painted Cave is pretty spectacular) or leisurely take in the wildlife from your SUP. Hike around the islands for an afternoon or pack a tent and stay a while. Boats leave every morning from the harbor, so be sure to check in with CIO and set your alarm.

Tacos El ReyOne of the best parts of Santa Barbara is the mix of Native American/Spanish/Mexican heritage, and no where is this more evident than in the culinary traditions. You can’t throw a stone without hitting a killer Mexican cafe in this town, but we’re digging Tacos El Rey, a tiny hole-in-the-wall, cash only taqueria just off State Street. Served on handmade tortillas that are made daily, this might be one time when your eyes won’t be bigger than your appetites: The tacos al pastor come topped with grilled pineapple, catch of the day fish tacos mean you’ll always try something new, the portobello mushroom taco is seasoned to perfection and top it all off with the best salsa in town (spicy peanut salsa, anyone?). Grab a watermelon agua fresca to-go and a walk it off – it’s only 5 blocks to the beach!

Handlebar Coffee RoastersLocated just across the street from the historic Spanish Presidio, Handlebar Coffee Roasters is good coffee and good people. Started by a couple of local pro-cyclists who combined their love of biking and coffee, grab a great cup of joe for the road or linger at a sidewalk table and get wrapped up in good conversation. But be warned, their coffee packs a mean punch. It’s made from sustainable beans from three different continents and roasted and brewed to perfection on site. Go for a straight up shot of the best espresso you’ll ever try or a fancy macchiato. Bring your dog (they’ve got dog treats and water bowls), and there’s lots of bike parking for those who roll up on two wheels. Delicious coffee and nice folks, plain and simple.

Telegraph Brewing CompanyA favorite of the Toads, you’re in good company when you’re at Telegraph Brewing. With the tapping of their first keg in 2006, Telegraph has steadily grown to be one of California’s best craft breweries and one that’s committed to using sustainable ingredients and brewing methods. They also happen to make excellent beer. Telegraph typically has 10 different beers on tap and they’re constantly rotating: Currently, the Cervza de Fiesta Pilsner lives up to its name as a party for your taste buds, while their award-winning flagship California Ale will have you savor every last drop. Family style tables, big open garage doors, pub games, food trucks and environmentally friendly oats – we’ll cheers to that.

Los Padres National ForestExtending from Ventura to Monterey across roughly 2 million acres of varied wilderness, the Los Padres National Forest is nothing shy of stunning. From the beautiful Big Sur Coastline of the north to the Matilija Hot Springs of the south theres no limit to the breathtaking views, wonderful hiking trails, epic bird watching and overall good vibes. Our friends at the Los Padres ForestWatch can tell you all about it (they’re the non-profit tasked with keeping the forest thriving), but if you need a place to start then check out the Santa Ynez Mountain Range in Santa Barbara’s backyard. Pick up hiking trails to popular spots like Inspiration Point, Rattlesnake Trail and La Cumbre Peak (the highest peak in town!), or take scenic Highway 154 out of town about 30 minutes to scramble around the rocks at Lizard’s Mouth and take a dip in the pools at Red Rock. Sunscreen, water, sneakers, GO.

WHAT TO WEAR IN SANTA BARBARA

Rivulet TeeChoose a more colorful path. That’s the spirit of Santa Barbarans and the art of our Rivulet Tee. Offered in three sunny colors, it’s miles beyond basic tees – with a flattering silhouette, wide scoop neck, cap sleeves, solid color front, and cool striping up the center back. It’s made from our Slubstripe fabric, a dream-weight knit of pure organic cotton with cool slubby texture so you’ll be cool as a cucumber as you cruise the beach.

Cetacean TrunkNow you can surf, swim, sail, paddle, snorkel, spike and swig Mai-Tais with one pair of shorts. In fact, if there’s liquid and action verbs involved, our Cetacean Trunks are up to the task. They’re made of 4-Ply Supplex, our performance-proven nylon fabric that’s tightly woven for extreme durability, treated for quick-dry convenience, and wavy striped for aquatic vitality. Clean styling lets you wear them in town too, and handy zip side pocket mean you’ll never lose your keys (no matter how wet and wild you get).

Capellini DressThe Capellini Dress dances and sways with a life all its own. No surprise, it’s made of our famous Samba fabric, a slub-textured jersey knit of silky Tencel®, oh-so-soft organic cotton, and a smudge of spandex for stretch. The cool slub texture looks like sun shimmers on water, giving the fabric a little motion even when you’re standing still. A simple A-line dress with a built-in shelf bra and  stealth stash pocket let you can go from coffee shop to beach to date night and never miss a beat.

Fletch shirtStand out from the plaid. Street smart organic cotton with a cool crossfire of printed arrows and sharp details make you cool without being too trendy. Comfortably cut with just the right amount of room in the torso, this shirt hits the mark and looks awesome when paired with slacks or swim trunks.