Yes, the Rambler is a perfect water bottle, except for one factor-its weight. The Rambler is also insulated, and I can fill the whole thing with ice and refill it several times during the day and the ice won’t melt. I will undertake this task for my kids, but not for myself. I need specialized brushes to scrub the mold out of all the tiny valves and tubes, and then air-dry them every night. The Rambler is also dishwasher-safe! While my children use straw-cap bottles for their ease and convenience, I loathe cleaning them. ("Put to mouth, then drink," I repeat to myself, to no avail.) The chug cap is a good compromise between being able to swig water quickly and not drenching myself with a single careless movement. I’m also a talky, distracted drinker who has a tendency to pour water straight down the front of my shirt at the gym. I used to have a Nalgene, but it wasn’t insulated, and hot Nalgene water tastes just like taking a long lick off the bottom of a sticky McDonald's ball pit. I have weirdly specific water bottle requirements. But when I’m out of the house, my previous favorite water bottle was a 26-ounce Yeti Rambler with a chug cap. When I’m at home, I mostly drink from a Stanley tumbler. The 25-ounce Yonder is now my emotional support water bottle. I picked one up and have simply never put it down. The first thing I saw was the gigantic, full-color visage of climbing and skiing luminary Jimmy Chin, with his signature reckless grin, looming over two water bottles that were the color of sea glass before a storm. Rinse and repeat when I first opened the box for the Yeti Yonder water bottle, which looked more like a sarcophagus hand-carved for the boy king Tutankhamen than a shipping container. As I wandered the aisles picking things up and putting them down again, I felt a deep, primal yearning for a Ford F150 and a fly-fishing vest. A cooler! It's just something to put your Coke and bait in! Yet everything was so exquisite, so heavy, in just the right colors. On one level, I find it repulsive to make such an ostentatious production out of spending so much money on the company's signature cooler. I even forced my husband to make a pilgrimage to the Yeti flagship store in Austin, Texas. It pads over every small rock and blade of prickly grass, and it has its own sling carrying case! And the Yeti Lowlands? I carry that heavy-duty blanket to every festival and camping trip. It's five years old and looks as good as new. I had to take my daughter’s roller skating gear out of it, and before that 15 tiny soccer balls that I took to the park to play with kindergarteners. Just this morning, I used the Camino Carryall to drag my climbing gear to the gym. The problem starts when these products become the most useful items I own. My house is full of hilariously overengineered, overpriced products. Bar none, there is no company that’s easier to make fun of than Texas-based Yeti.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |