I knew I would like this book, but let me back up. I’m sure that most of you are aware of the brand Patagonia. If you aren’t, just know that most of my friends have said to me at one time or another, “I just want to work for Patagonia.” This is rare. Rare indeed. I’m sure there are plenty of detractors out there but the truth is Patagonia has a different philosophy and is very much a product of its founder Yvon Chouinard. I’ve never met Yvon, but he comes across as slightly ornery. In a good way. He writes the same way.
Okay, first things first. The book is beautiful. SLIGHTLY larger than 6×9 and utilizing an uncoated stock that feels great to the touch.(I did get carrot juice on it and it soaked right up.) Oh, did I mention the book is illustrated? Heavily illustrated. Why don’t more people do this? If someone has a good answer please share. Having illustrations is so critical to the mission of the book, and critical to Patagonia’s brand. Not sure if you have ever seen their mail order catalog but if you aren’t careful the images inside will make you feel like a fat, lazy, urban-dwelling heathen. Again, in a good, motivating way.
The book breaks down the history of the company, their philosophy in regard to things like production, distribution, marketing, repairs and frankly the idea of NOT buying their equipment. Running an international, product-producing entity is a mission in trying NOT to lose you soul, something that can happen quickly and mercilessly when the financials are what they must be with Patagonia. It takes a special kind of human to continue to take the path of what must be the most resistance.
On a personal note, roughly twenty years ago I was gifted a Patagonia fleece pants/jacket combo. Two actually. I still have them. Still wear them. They won’t die. One of these babies, in a forest green, is my go-to “try not to freeze my cajones off” base layer when I’m attempting to act like I can do something like….snowboard. I can’t snowboard, but what I can do is go too far up the mountain then attempt to board down a mislabled blue run that was actually double black diamond. I can also blow through a snow fence at 12,000 feet. I can also spend most of the run upside down attempting not to break my collar bone or tailbone. I’m great at sweating too. So this little outfit goes unused in my Santa Fe basement until I find a yearly reason to attempt the unthinkable. Then I sweat it up, wad it up and leave it for another year. And it still looks like the day I got it. Strange.
I think I found this book at the perfect time. I’m restless. Damn restless. The wilds of my Wyoming youth have been haunting me in a way I find difficult to describe. Many of you know this already. My next project is coming soon and will document some of the things I’m feeling. We are at the tipping point as a species. Or maybe we are already past the tipping point.
I will read this book again. And if I ever start my own company again I’ll be keeping Yvon’s ideas in my philosophy. If you are a hike, cast, climb, pedal, paddle or dyno kind of person then this book is for you. Get it, read it.