Our goal is to provide outdoor enthusiasts a simple to use platform to find great outdoor clothing deals and to sell their gently used outdoor clothing. It's an easy way to earn extra cash for your next road trip or piece of gear, and also to help the environment by ensuring that your clothing doesn't fall into landfills or waste piles. Below, we've put together some helpful information around our business, the problem we're aiming to work towards solving, and ways for you to get involved.Read More
Tuesday, May 1, 2018 1:29:46 PM America/New_York
Monday, April 30, 2018 2:53:31 PM America/New_York
We caught up with with Herd Member and outdoor enthusiast, Jake Wheeler, to hear his take on the benefits of consigning with Outlaw Donkey.Read More
Monday, February 12, 2018 1:13:44 PM America/New_York
There are many reasons to get outdoors and go on an adventure. It might be to exercise and push your physical limits. It could be the opportunity to spend time with family and friends. Or the opportunity to experience the world's most beautiful sites, places, and natural settings. Or maybe it’s the opposite… maybe you are out there to spend some time by yourself. Whatever the reason, it's just simply great to get out and explore the great outdoors. So to spark a little bit of inspiration, we teamed up with Herd Member, Jake Wheeler to share a few of his favorite images from a few of his favorite wild places.
Max Patch, North Carolina
Maroon Bells, Colorado
Longs Peak, Colorado
Big Bend, Texas
Mount Hood, Oregon
Wednesday, January 31, 2018 11:46:19 AM America/New_York
Our mission is to provide effortless consignment within the outdoor apparel industry promoting sustainable consumption and awareness of the product lifecycle.
85% of all clothing donated ends up in a landfill. The Environmental Protection Agency estimates that the average person throws away 70 pounds of clothing per year. That adds up to 3.8 billion pounds of unnecessary waste added to our landfills.
Recycling clothing and textiles decrease the use of natural resources, such as water used in growing crops and petroleum used in creating new clothing and textiles. It also decreases the need for chemicals used in manufacturing new textiles and the pollution caused by the manufacturing process.
Donkeys are symbolic of versatility, intelligence, hard work, determination, stubbornness, spiritual dedication, and willingness to take on the responsibilities and burdens of others (beast of burden).
Outlaw Donkey was formed when a small group of like-minded friends decided to tackle the problem of waste in the outdoor apparel space. We hope that you will join us in our mission to promote sustainable consumption.
At Outlaw Donkey we believe every garment has a story.
Every mountain. Every mile. Every trip. Every adventure
Every experience has changed you and left an indelible imprint on your garment. Let Outlaw Donkey tell your story.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret Mead
Tuesday, January 2, 2018 1:03:38 PM America/New_York
The West is on my mind.
The wanderlust is relentless.
Really it feels so bad sometimes that it could be a genuine disability. I wonder: can I go to a doctor or psychiatrist and get a prescription for travel? Would it even help my affliction? Maybe I would be better off doing some yoga and meditation. By cultivating a stronger appreciation for what I have here, can I kick the habit? Can I overcome the desire to quit, to run away, to leave on some half-baked adventure? I don’t know. I really don’t know. And even if I could, do I even want to?
What I’ve learned so far is that in the age of information and connectivity, I can find some quotation, philosophy, or person of conviction that supports either staying put or hitting the road. The outside voices fuel both sides of my internal debate. Travel and adventure are my passions. I’ve climbed and tramped all over the world, but, the high Rockies of Colorado hold their own, magnetic allure.
If I can fall asleep at night, I do it counting snowflake and imagining the rugged grandeur of the Colorado Rockies. It’s more than just a drive to go: It’s an obsession, and it may or may not be a healthy one. On the nights I can’t sleep, I’m up to 3 or 4 in the morning imagining powder days under bluebird skies, long, steep ski runs, and sipping Colorado craft beers in hot springs, but more than anything, I miss real cold winter weather.
Winters in the southeast barely exist anymore. It’s January, and it's 75 and sunny or incredibly rainy, El Nino weather is harshing on my winter buzz when I know all that precipitation is dropping record levels of snow in the Rockies.
Every ski trip, whether two days or two weeks, is never enough. Just when I start warming up to mountain town living, I, inevitably, have to leave. Maybe it’s fifteen years as a functional climbing bum that puts me at greater risk to transform into a ski bum, or maybe the “Rocky Mountain High” is a real state of mind, but either way, the time has come to pack up the Subaru and go West.
West we go.
After 1,300 miles and 18 long hours in the car, I arrive in the much heralded, front range town of Boulder, Colorado. I get a short, restless night of sleep trying to suppress loads of caffeine, Red Bull, and excitement being less than 100 miles from our final destination, Summit County, Colorado.
Summit County is Shreddy Capital of the USA, boasting 5 world class ski areas: Loveland, Arapahoe Basin, Keystone, Breckenridge, and Copper Mountain. Besides the ski areas and resorts, are the unbelievably picturesque, small towns of Dillon, Silverthorne, and Frisco, which line the banks of the shimmering lake Dillon surrounded by rugged and iconic Rocky Mountains Peaks like Moose Knuckle Mountain.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017 12:46:10 PM America/New_York
Technological advances come and go. Indoor plumbing replaced the chamber pot and out house. The car replaced the horse and buggy; the washing machine replaced the washboard; the computer, the typewriter; and many others. The end of the internal combustion engine and the touch-tone telephone are probably coming soon thanks to electric cars and mobile phones. More recently, the touch screen has replaced the flip phone and blackberry. Innovation and human ingenuity drive Progress. And Progress has given mankind unprecedented improvements in quality of life and amounts of free time. In with the new and out with the old.
While pollution, habitat destruction, and toxicity are by the industrial byproducts of Progress, there has yet to an ecological byproduct of progress that is a greater threat to all of humanity than climate change, i.e. global warming, which is caused by carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions. In the 1960s, scientists began to measure C02 in the atmosphere. Oceanographer Charles David Keeling began taking regular measurements of atmospheric CO2 from the Mauna Loa Observatory in Hawaii. Wikipedia explains the significance of the growth of atmospheric CO2:
"The measurements collected at Mauna Loa show a steady increase in mean atmospheric CO2 concentration from about 315 parts per million by volume (ppmv) in 1958 to 401 ppmv as of April 2014. This increase in atmospheric CO2 is due to the combustion of fossil fuels, and has been accelerating in recent years. Since carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas, this has significant implications for global warming."
What all this scientific data and jargon means is simply, it's getting warmer here on earth, and it's mankind's fault. It's the price of Progress, persay.
In graph form, the phenomena described above looks like this, or in real life, it looks like Ben Stiller sweating, a lot:
This is not good for snow or Ben Stiller.
I am a newcomer to winter. Born and raised in the subtropical climate of Tennessee, winter was cold, kind of, but rarely snowy. After a couple of extra balmy winters in Tennessee, I felt like I was practically living in sunny and mild Florida. I wasn’t ready for retirement. I had had enough. I wanted to wear puffy down jackets and wool sweaters again. I was ready for some real cold temperatures and powdery snow, so I moved to the high rockies of Colorado.
Maybe, it’s as a newcomer to snow and cold that I appreciate it in some kind of awe-inducing, quasi-fanatical, overzealous way. That’s why the knowledge that my generation may be the last generation to experience such weather is profoundly, and deeply, saddening to me. There’s a very good chance that today’s children and tomorrow’s grandchildren won’t experience skiing and winter sports the same way that you and I have. Radical changes are happening in generations, not centuries or millennia.
North America is losing its snow, and it’s happening faster than I can imagine. Temperature is increasing, and it’s happening more pronounced at northerly latitudes and in high alpine environments. Here are some startling statistics:
In the last 47 years, spring snow cover in the Northern Hemisphere has shrunk by more than 1,000,000 square miles -- a loss nearly equal to the land area of Texas, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Colorado, Kansas, Nebraska, Wyoming, South Dakota, North Dakota, and Montana. - NY Times
Among the 19 cities that have hosted the Winter Olympics--including Calgary, Alberta; Chamonix, France; Nagano, Japan; and Olso, Norway-- the average February temperature has increased from 32 in the 1920s to 46 degrees today. - Bloomberg.com
If that’s not enough evidence that the snow is going away and winters are getting shorter, ask any real, longtime local of a ski area or mountain town, and they will tell you the same story anecdotally. See video above from the Snow Guardian.
So what does this all mean? Well, first and foremost, we’re most likely the last generation to experience the pow of the past, so live it up.
But also, do more than that. Don’t succumb to the in with the new, out with the old mentality that got us here. Do something small, like shop Outlaw Donkey, or engage in any number of activities and behaviors that will enhance our chances to have winters and snow in the future. Let’s not be the last generation to know, real snow.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017 12:37:13 PM America/New_York
There’s one run open in all of Colorado. It’s 10,000 feet above sea level on the Continental Divide of the Colorado Rockies. The date is early October. On the mountain, there’s 2 inches of Mother Nature’s blessed, all natural, rocky mountain powder and 16 inches man-made, gunpowder, crud between a whole lot of rocks and your skis. At 719 feet of vertical and 120 feet across, there are approximately 4 whole acres of lift-served, skiable terrain open serving 10,000 epic pass holders ready to kick off the ski season with a shebang. It’s the rippers, shredders, and Jerrys out there.
Welcome to the White Ribbon of Death. True locals and casual skiers don’t buy the hype and know better than to bother with skiing before there’s enough real powder on the mountains to open wide swaths of terrain. Yet, somehow, there’s no shortage of idiots willing to brave the white ribbon of death. There are the wannabe pros along with a fair share of newbies trying to learn how to turn, join the fun per say, once the snow starts falling in measurable quantities called powder days. This mixture makes for a noxious cocktail of disaster, collisions, broken bones, and bruised egos.
Each skier has a few feet to initiate skillful turns while dodging already downed skiers and boarders. Powder, poles, skis, and boards fly; riders crash left and right, into each other and onto the slick crust on dust. All the while, snow-crazed speed demons hurtle down the mountain at ungodly speeds to exorcise the powderless summer season from their empty souls. It’s hardly skiing really. It’s more like running with the bulls on the narrow streets of Pamplona, Spain. There’s always a chance to get gored.
My buddy’s been hit twice already, and one asshole snowboarder rode across the tips of my skis. Are you serious? Now, really, that’s uncalled for. SLOW DOWN. No wait, STOP. Let’s all take a collective breath of fresh mountain air, and put our rocky mountain-sized egos in check for a moment. Think about it. It’s way too early to ski like the jerk you are, so chill out. There’s a long season in front of us, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll all survive the white ribbon of death.
Friday, November 3, 2017 9:22:46 PM America/New_York
It’s the good stuff.
The spice of life, shall we say?
Adventure is an undertaking, usually involving danger and/or unknown risks. Like the number of grains of sand on the planet, possibilities for adventure are nearly limitless, and like new craft beers in the US of A, adventure comes in all tastes and varieties. From pushing the boundaries of what is humanly possible to a walk in the park, adventure surrounds us, if we have enough sense to see it or the will to embrace it.
But sometimes we forget it. We become complacent in routine, and our sense of adventure atrophies and fails us.
Don’t let that happen.
Cultivate, nourish, and stoke that sense of adventure, and Outlaw Donkey guarantees, we will be better off for it.
So what are you waiting for? Get out there, and git ‘er done!
Monday, October 30, 2017 10:33:26 PM America/New_York
Outlaw Donkey was founded on the principle of waste nothing.It's an easy platform for getting rid of quality gear you don't use anymore. Some call it consigning, we call it passing the torch.Read More
Wednesday, August 30, 2017 1:51:52 PM America/New_York
We’re redirecting our clothing donations to support relief efforts for Hurricane Harvey in Texas. We encourage all of our Herd Members to get involved by visiting a list of participating charities here.