Field Report: Dolomites
File under: Partial oxygen deprivation and excessive enthusiasm.
The Dolomites rose up out of the fog, jagged and pale, and entirely indifferent to our mortal nonsense. A handful of trail runners, wired and fearless. The mission: go back to the birthplace of the Dolomiti collection, test the limits of Ultrafly and Lava Loft. And maybe test the limits of reality itself.
Field Report: Dolomites
File under: Partial oxygen deprivation and excessive enthusiasm.
The Dolomites rose up out of the fog, jagged and pale, and entirely indifferent to our mortal nonsense. A handful of trail runners, wired and fearless. The mission: go back to the birthplace of the Dolomiti collection, test the limits of Ultrafly and Lava Loft. And maybe test the limits of reality itself.
By the time the sun hit the peaks, we were already half feral. The air was too clean to trust. We sprinted through pine and scree, shoes biting the earth like it owed us something. We could no longer tell the difference between dirt and air: we were flying.
By the time the sun hit the peaks, we were already half feral. The air was too clean to trust. We sprinted through pine and scree, shoes biting the earth like it owed us something. We could no longer tell the difference between dirt and air: we were flying.
We tore through forests and along ridgelines like animals with deadlines. Someone said we should take a break. No one listened. One of us leapt a chasm and landed so lightly it made us question physics. The rest followed, half in awe, half in madness. The insights we gathered were drenched in sweat, laughter, altitude sickness and a few shaky confessions. The conclusions were clear: the gear worked.
We tore through forests and along ridgelines like animals with deadlines. Someone said we should take a break. No one listened. One of us leapt a chasm and landed so lightly it made us question physics. The rest followed, half in awe, half in madness. The insights we gathered were drenched in sweat, laughter, altitude sickness and a few shaky confessions. The conclusions were clear: the gear worked.
Somewhere between the run and the delirium, the line blurred between human and mountain.
The edge isn’t just a place you visit, it’s something you carry home with you.
Somewhere between the run and the delirium, the line blurred between human and mountain. The edge isn’t just a place you visit, it’s something you carry home with you.
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Ultrafly Dispatch
We came here chasing European altitude. Ultrafly — our deranged accomplice — was already whispering before dawn.
Lavaloft Dispatch
There are places only some should go. The Dolomites aren’t friendly but they’ll make an exception if the gear is right.
Behind the Scenes: ACG Dolomiti Collection
Twenty-six mad designers on a mission for new textures, materials, patterns in the rock.
Discover more stories from the Dolomites
Ultrafly Dispatch
We came here chasing European altitude. Ultrafly — our deranged accomplice — was already whispering before dawn.
Lavaloft Dispatch
There are places only some should go. The Dolomites aren’t friendly but they’ll make an exception if the gear is right.
Behind the Scenes: ACG Dolomiti Collection
Twenty-six mad designers on a mission for new textures, materials, patterns in the rock.