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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Therm-a-Rest Dream Team Summer Edition
The Therm-a-Rest Dream Team is a group of fun-loving ambassadors that will be packing some of our favorite pieces of gear on their adventures. They share our draw to the...
Therm-a-Rest Dream Team Summer Edition
The Therm-a-Rest Dream Team is a group of fun-loving ambassadors that will be packing some of our favorite pieces of gear on their adventures. They share our draw to the...
Choosing an Adventure Partner
By Bethany Hughes The weight of the pack on my back, the sun-warmed rock, small tufts of grass growing from the cracks where my fingertips gripped, my sweating palms, the...
Choosing an Adventure Partner
By Bethany Hughes The weight of the pack on my back, the sun-warmed rock, small tufts of grass growing from the cracks where my fingertips gripped, my sweating palms, the...
In Search of Sun and Surf
The plan was simple. The American West. Where and when exactly? We didn’t know. All we knew is that we were heading south, with the intention of escaping the harsh...
In Search of Sun and Surf
The plan was simple. The American West. Where and when exactly? We didn’t know. All we knew is that we were heading south, with the intention of escaping the harsh...
Glamping in the Backcountry
Deep in the heart of the Gulf of Mexico lies a hidden, magical island, seventy miles off the coast of Key West. Each day a “ferry Godmother,” or rather a...
Glamping in the Backcountry
Deep in the heart of the Gulf of Mexico lies a hidden, magical island, seventy miles off the coast of Key West. Each day a “ferry Godmother,” or rather a...
Escape from L.A.
“Let me just send one last email before you go,” my wife says, as she slips away into the bedroom. My one-year-old son and I put my backpack and a...
Escape from L.A.
“Let me just send one last email before you go,” my wife says, as she slips away into the bedroom. My one-year-old son and I put my backpack and a...
Mountain Biking the Maze
I’d noticed it before on this trip, but not as acutely as I did when the lightning struck a little after midnight. Wrapped in my sleeping bag, I’d left the...
Mountain Biking the Maze
I’d noticed it before on this trip, but not as acutely as I did when the lightning struck a little after midnight. Wrapped in my sleeping bag, I’d left the...