Why I Love Patagonia’s Gear
When I was studying abroad in Ireland, my school schedule was structured to allow us to travel the country Thursday through Sunday. It was a dream.
One such weekend, my friends and I found ourselves hiking to the Giant’s Causeway. It was a sunny summer day. Did we know we’d be hiking several miles to get to the main attraction? We did not. Did we have extra food and water with us? Nope. But who cares when you’re snaking along the cliffs’ edges while the sea crashes below? This was IRELAND, and we were just psyched to be there.
Until a proper Irish rainstorm joined us. Dehydration and hunger are one thing, but hiking in wet shoes is another. At this point, the group had split up a bit, and I was with just one other friend. As the skies darkened, I dug my raincoat out of my backpack. My friend just stood there.
“Where’s your raincoat?” I asked.
“I don’t have one,” he answered.
“Oh no, you left it back in Dublin?”
“No, I didn’t bring one to Ireland. I don’t have one.”
“You…didn’t bring a raincoat…to Ireland?”
We stood there for a minute, and then we both started to laugh. Hours later, we arrived at the Giant’s Causeway…too tired to even buy a postcard.
A lot of things about my time in Ireland, like this disastrous hike, have stayed with me through the years. One thing that physically stayed with me was that trusty raincoat I’d buried in my bag. Made by Patagonia, I used it in Ireland, Prague, throughout Eastern Europe, and countless times on the streets of Washington, DC.
Did you know that Patagonia has a lifetime guarantee? If your gear fails, the company will replace, repair, or refund it (so long as you haven’t set it on fire, etc., to incur the damage).
The thing is, it really will.
Patagonia’s Ironclad Guarantee:
This past summer—long after my days studying abroad, my beloved raincoat still kept me dry. But the inner lining around the hood started to shrink and chip off, leaving white dust behind every time I wore it.
“Time to buy a new one,” I said to myself.
Not so fast, my boyfriend countered. One day, I came home from work and found a brand new Patagonia raincoat hanging on the rack. My boyfriend had taken my old one to the local Patagonia store and showed the salesperson the lining. To my disbelief, she swapped it out for the new model of my now-very-old coat.
Though I can’t say I’ve had problems with other Patagonia gear, I’m glad I had the chance to find out that the company is true to its word. It’s the little things that make a big difference.
For more info on Patagonia’s guarantee policy, visit their website.
A storyteller at heart, Melissa is a writer and Washington, DC-based portrait photographer. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing and has a graduate certificate in documentary film-making. Melissa grew up in Philadelphia, PA and, among other travels, has spent time studying abroad in Ireland and Prague. Currently, Melissa is the Assistant Director of Alumni Marketing & Communications at George Washington University. In her spare time, she is a contributing editor to En Route Traveler and loves editing photos, veg cooking, running, and planning trips with friends and family. like and share: