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Pubs of the Scuttled

Pubs of the Scuttled

It’s not like we came to the Highlands to hit the pubs… but damn if they aren’t a great place to regroup. Or hide out from the rain. Or find some warmth from a nice iron, wood-fed fireplace. But most of all: to listen to some stories.
Sea Cliffs of Elgol

Sea Cliffs of Elgol

“I had been grinding my teeth for a week now wanting to climb. We had already been shut down once by rain and wet rock, and our days were running out. The weather forecast wasn’t looking good and I was pretty sure I would go this trip without tying into a rope.”
Roark lands Jeff Johnson

Roark lands Jeff Johnson

At Roark, Jeff Johnson joins our rag tag crew of ambassadors on their obsessive journey down the road oft not traveled. We can’t wait to support his journey and share it.
Disconnecting on the South China Sea

Disconnecting on the South China Sea

We drift away toward the hazy fingers of the Ninepin Islands in search of fishing and diving spots but instead discover perfect ledges and inverted lines above water.
A Sailing Journey to Antartica by Jerry Ricciotti

A Sailing Journey to Antartica by Jerry Ricciotti

The journey begins sailing from Punta Arenas, Chile, through a Cat 1 hurricane to Antarctica experiencing 50 foot waves and 70 knot winds.
Roark Revivalist Welcomes Revivalist Manu Dominguez

Roark Revivalist Welcomes Revivalist Manu Dominguez

From his home in Bariloche, somewhere between the DIY skate features, eclectic trinkets and lush garden overlooking the lake, we caught up with Manu before our journey into the mountains.
February 14, 2019
Alex Andrews "Off the Frey"

Alex Andrews "Off the Frey"

Plug “froth” or “stoke” or “psyched” into a Google Search and the mug of the perpetually positive pro snowboarder from Utah, Alex Andrews, should pop up. With a smile that no hail storm could scrub off his face, the “Froth God” reminisces about the recent trip to Patagonia.
The Forgotten Archipelago

The Forgotten Archipelago

The allure of trading a barrel of crude oil and a 12-pack of Budweiser was too great to avoid access to a forgotten Archipelago in the Falkland Islands. Pioneering slabs amongst penguins and an ever present darkness not far from the edge of the Earth left the revivalists awoke in a fit of obsession.