From the east side of the valley.

East Vail sits at the far end of the valley, past the village and the crowds — the last exit before the pass. The bowls empty out, the light lingers, and it runs a few degrees colder. The locals like it that way.

We don't make loud gear. No logos shouting down the lift line — just honest, well-made pieces for people who'd rather earn the run than talk about it. Printed on demand in Colorado, made to be worn out.

The bighorn belongs to East Vail. A real herd winters on these slopes, sure-footed on the rock above the highway. We put it on everything as a quiet nod to the locals — two-legged and four — who call the east side home.