Welcome to the Mountain Life Shop!
Whether you are running a ridgeline, dropping a gnarly ski line, paddling freezing rivers or just walking with your dog in the woods - We are all mountain lifers.
Here you will find a creatively curated selection of apparel, trinkets, posters and more! These product designs are in collaboration with Canadian artists, nonprofits and creators. Have a look around, we are sure something will catch your eye.
Our Featured Collection
Introducing the Skadi Series
She is a force to be reckoned with; a Norse ski goddess associated with bowhunting, skiing, winter and mountains, who's legend should be celebrated as much, or more, as we do Ullr. So bring on the character-testing missions in the backcountry full of punishing climbs, gnarly descents, and midnight howls with the wolves.
$5 of Every Skadi Product Sold will be donated to our local chapter of Protect Our Winters.
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Featured Mountain Life Media Articles
The Last Best Place? Backyard Exploration in a Pandemic
When the pandemic shutdown hit in March, like many folks my partner and I started a daily walk routine as a way to escape the house and get some exercise. At first our forays were confined to our immediate neighbourhood, a combination of paved trails and street walking on a loop I often ran in the summer.
Boards & Blizzards: Winter-Surfing Nova Scotia
The unrelenting winds gnawed at me, trying to pilfer the air from my lungs through the down jacket I layered atop my 6mm wetsuit. This was the first time I had ever done a rock-walk to a lineup so arctic the boulders themselves were crusted in frozen seawater, lingering from the previous high tide. I hopped my way across a frosted marshmallow pillow line, trying to suppress my excitement that would no doubt lead to a misstep.
The Cordwood Cabin: An Accessible Retreat from the 21st Century
It took only moments on-site to recognize the fault in my plan. This little off-grid cabin tucked deep into the towering pines, with its quietly zen host and palpable spiritual energy, was no place to catch a buzz. It was, in direct opposition to my comfort zone, truly a retreat—an escape from everything and everyone in the world, except yourself. I leaned into it, and left the wine in the truck.
