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Down to the last detail

The telltale signs of superior craftsmanship have been, and forever will be, found in the little things that make the big things shine. We scrutinize every pocket, every yard of material on down to the quality of the zippers and the integrity of the stitching before any bag is even considered for our collection. Obsessive? You bet.

Aesthetics

The bag must be artful and contemporary with an eye-catching silhouette and complimentary features.

Materials

We insist on durability, resistance to the elements and the ability to perform to our expectations.

Zippers

We make sure the zippers are top quality and the correct size. Poor quality zippers are known to jam when undersized and they can also compromise the overall strength of the bag.

Suspension System

We take great care to make sure the shoulder straps, back panel and any other auxiliary straps are able to deliver the appropriate strength, comfort and fit for their intended purpose.

Compartment Design

We check to ensure that pockets, laptop sleeves, etc. are adequately sized according to specs as well as placed for proper weight balance and accessibility.

Organization

Depending on the application, a good bag should offer ample places to store your belongings in a very logical and orderly fashion.

Protection

We prefer bags that perform more than storage duties with sufficient padding in places that can be especially vulnerable.

Finishing Detail

We have an eye for things like specialized trim, gusseting, grommets, decorative logo plates and all the things that accentuate a fine bag.

We love our brands

We can tell the brands that bring the goods from the pretenders. From New York to San Francisco and everywhere across the world, we find the most driven and most dedicated artisans in this business to bring you exceptional quality and design with every bag we ship.

Before we align ourselves with a brand, they must meet three defining criteria.

Brand Quality
Quality

We make sure that the bags we’re looking for meet the highest manufacturing standards in durability, functionality and construction. There will be no cutting of corners or compromising of any sort. We’re not selling you a bag we wouldn’t buy ourselves.

Brand Style
Style

We look for bags with tons of personality and ones that make a statement full of character and flair. Our collection is big on diversity: Traditional everyday drivers, sophisticated travel-oriented daypacks, innovative messenger bags and tech-savvy designer bags to name a few.

Brand Passion
Passion

In backpacks, as in all things, the difference between ‘meh’ and ‘wow’ is whether or not it was made with love. We have combed through countless bags and brands searching for the ones that demonstrate a desire to be that trusted friend for wherever your day takes you.

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Alaska - Be still my heart
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by  Victoria Wright

Alaska - Be still my heart

September 19, 2016

After spending a few magical days in the San Juan Islands with my friends Laura and Natalie, we made our way up to Anchorage, Alaska. The Last Frontier had been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and I was finally en route. My excitement was palpable.

Our flight from Seattle was quick, with thoughts of what was to come helping to pass the time. But when we arrived in Anchorage, our backpacks filled with shorts, sandals, and camping gear, we were greeted by a familiar friend: torrential rain. Trying to not let this (literally) dampen our spirits – or us – we pressed on…to the nearest REI. After an educational and hilarious visit, we waved goodbye to the staff (who looked convinced that we were going to die out in the wilderness), tossed our newly purchased bear spray, tarp, and rope into the rental car, and hit the road south. Very excited, slightly terrified, and with plenty of snacks to go around.

The two and half hour drive to Seward from Anchorage felt like 25 minutes. I really don’t know how to explain it. As we hugged each bend and carved through the valleys, an awestruck silence resonated in the car as the surroundings took hold of our senses. I’ve driven on many beautiful roads, but this one easily stood out. We stopped frequently, snapping photos and running through fields like 5 year olds. And the rain didn’t stop us. Being Pacific Northwest girls, it would take a lot more than a little rain to slow us down.

Seward + Bear Glacier

After a quick meal and some much needed caffeine at an adorable coffee shop, we lugged our backpacks and gear up to the tiniest Airbnb room right next door and prepped for the next few days. Natalie and Laura entrusted me with planning this part of our trip and, to be honest, I was crossing all fingers and toes that it would work out. You see, I had booked us a trip out to Bear Glacier, a remote part of the Kenai Peninsula that’s not accessible by car. We’d arrive by water taxi and would be dropped off with nothing more than the packs on our backs and a couple of kayaks we would rent from a local guide when we got there. I hadn’t planned for extreme weather and, from my cozy, bear-free bed at the Airbnb, all I could do was hope that what I had stuffed into my backpack would keep us dry, safe, and not too hungry.

By the next afternoon, after more coffee and one last dose of wifi, we were off to Bear Glacier. Thankfully, our water taxi driver, Captain Louis, quickly befriended us. He immediately calmed our nerves as he explained that “Bear Glacier” would be more appropriately named “Bear-less Glacier” as most of the bears in the area had been over-hunted a few years back. This is sad news for the bears, but it certainly helped us relax. Our conversations - mainly revolving around Captain Louis’ words of wisdom - carried us on our way, and in less than an hour we pulled into a little inlet where the owner of the kayak rental greeted us.

After waving goodbye to our new favorite captain and getting directions to our island/campsite from Ron, the kayak guy, we waved goodbye to him as well as he took off into the sunset. Though his camp was not too far from our island, we stood there for a moment, dumbstruck. We made it. Bear Glacier, three girls, three backpacks (mostly loaded with sour gummy bears), a tent, and, finally, three kayaks.

Bear spray in hand, we walked around the island looking for a place to set up camp. Every few minutes, a loud, deep rumble echoed in the distance. We quickly figured out that it was the sound of icebergs melting and breaking into the sea, but at first it was eery, and slightly resembled the rumbling stomach of a hungry bear. The rumble was powerful and almost prehistoric, as if the icebergs, floating like gentle giants all around the island, were talking to one another.

Despite our uneasiness with the unknown noises, we found a spot and scrambled to set up camp before dark so we could hop into our rainbow-sherbet-colored kayaks and enjoy our first night on the water. Those next few hours, in the company of friends and surrounded by the indescribable beauty of Bear Glacier, will easily remain one of the most memorable nights of my life. The golden sun peaking behind clouds while kayaking among the glaciers, helping the still water reflect the world around, only enhanced our already magical surroundings as it began to dip below the tree line.

My worry of our survival quickly faded and I slowly released my death grip from the bear spray, but there was something bittersweet about knowing we only had two days in Bear Glacier. That feeling, however, did not put a damper on unpacking our most treasured backpack – the one containing the food, obviously – around the fire on our first night. We ate, drank wine, and talked life, faith, and family as the deep rumble of icebergs added to our conversation. Most important, we promised we would revisit soon. We promised to make this trip a tradition.

That night on Bear Glacier never got completely dark, lingering instead in a twilight that matched the deep glacial blues before the sun crested the horizon. We tried to suppress our excitement and get a little bit of sleep, but the magic that seems to run on every road and trail in Alaska kept us awake. Fortunately, the morning greeted us with a steady wind that remained for the rest of our time there and pushed us to explore and kayak through the region, a place that felt largely untouched and unseen. We squeezed in all we could before the tides were perfect for Captain Louis and to come pick us up again.

As we sailed our way toward Seward, I remember feeling a certain lightness. I was happy knowing that Bear Glacier exists. Happy knowing that, even though I don’t get to wake up to its beauty every morning, the bald eagle flying above me does and he let us stay a while in his world. After saying my last quiet goodbye for now, I can only hope that the next person who stumbles on the same random kayaking website I did will say yes to an unknown adventure. Because those adventures are out there, waiting for us to pack a bag and go.

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