By: Collin Hamman, Designer

The culture of the dirtbag is long respected in the outdoor industry. The term "dirtbag" originally referred to climbers who were so devoted to their sport they let social norms fall to the wayside... those pesky practices like day jobs, personal hygiene, and well-balanced meals. Since then, the dirtbag culture has evolved and grown: just as there are countless varieties of warm parking lot beers to consume on a tailgate, a myriad of flavors of dirtbag can now be found through a quick search of mountain town dive bars and roadside rest areas.

You fall somewhere in this menagerie of adventurous creatures... it's up to you to decide where.

By: Iris Matulevich, Creative Team   
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Alright. You have your favorite mug and your business-on-the-top, party-on-the-bottom video conferencing outfit. You don’t have to share a bathroom and your best pen is no longer at risk of being stolen. You’ve adapted to the work-from-home lifestyle. Or so you think.

When we all vacated our offices and headed home to work from our couches, kitchens, and dens, we were worried about communication. We were worried about losing quality time with each other and we were worried about what it meant to no longer have in-person meetings. Over time, we assuaged these worries and found a new normal. But we forgot one important part of office life that doesn’t transfer to at-home work:

the commute.

What do a bunch of creative nerds do when they're stuck at home? They break out the books. We checked in with the WHEELIE team to see what they've been reading lately and they gave us some very on-brand recommendations for each of their personalities.

By: Iris Matulevich, Creative Team 

​Hi - your friendly neighborhood extrovert here. While some folks are basking in the joy of their work-from-home solitude and realizing they never want to work in an office again (cough, cough, Lisa Slagle), some of us aren’t the type to stay productive and sane while stuck at home alone. I will admit I have started talking to my plants on the windowsill - but they don’t laugh at my jokes nearly as much as my coworkers do. At least they don’t make fun of me for eating Spaghettios every day.

By: Michael Crenshaw, Account Manager

By: Lisa Slagle, 2016
​​Last week, I was in Revelstoke, standing at the top of steep, rocky chute, staring down at a giant, terrifying pile of rocks at the bottom of it, when I realized something:
I feel the most intelligent, powerful, and happy when I am strapped into my snowboard and picking my way through rocks on steep, exposed terrain with very high consequences.