Dream Team Stories
Over 50 Years of Stories
50 Years of Better Sleep
A lot has happened in the past 50 years, but all along the way our core mission has remained the same: to help adventurers get better sleep so that when they wake, they can have the best days possible out in nature.
A Life Lived on a Therm-a-Rest Pad
My parents acquired their first Therm-a-Rest pads in the summer of 1976. One hot summer day they caught a ferry and drove to the Therm-a-Rest factory in SoDo. They bought two pads straight from the source, opting for the 3/4 length to save weight, and orange because, well, orange was the only option.
Feel-Good Stories
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5 Reasons to Ditch Your Puffy
Sometimes you have to look in the mirror (or dusty van window) and ask the tough questions. This is especially important for the truths that are casually accepted with little...
5 Reasons to Ditch Your Puffy
Sometimes you have to look in the mirror (or dusty van window) and ask the tough questions. This is especially important for the truths that are casually accepted with little...
Lessons by Bike: Bikepack Racing on the Silk Road
Lessons learned from camping and bikepack racing up and down the mountain passes of Kyrgyzstan.
Lessons by Bike: Bikepack Racing on the Silk Road
Lessons learned from camping and bikepack racing up and down the mountain passes of Kyrgyzstan.
Tales From The Fall: Team Therm-a-Rest Share Th...
A great fall camping trip is similar to the perfect date. You set off in a state of anxious uncertainty, wondering if the weather will hold, or if you’ll be...
Tales From The Fall: Team Therm-a-Rest Share Th...
A great fall camping trip is similar to the perfect date. You set off in a state of anxious uncertainty, wondering if the weather will hold, or if you’ll be...
Skipping The Hut Route In The Alps
I wiggled, trying to get situated in my bivy sack, being extremely cautious not to scoot my sleeping pad even an inch farther up or down. Right above my head...
Skipping The Hut Route In The Alps
I wiggled, trying to get situated in my bivy sack, being extremely cautious not to scoot my sleeping pad even an inch farther up or down. Right above my head...