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Core Strength

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Photo by Matt Gonzalez

At one point in time, Meghan Atkinson would’ve been more in her element pirouetting across the stage than instructing a gently heated yoga class in Beaverton, OR. She’s one of the five brand new Lululemon ambassadors selected by the socially-conscious fitness apparel brand to represent their values in the community. “I’ve been wearing Lulu for about nine years, but they’ve really become a part of my life in the last six years as a support system,” she says, just coming down from a guided meditation held as part of the grand opening of the Washington Square location. “It’s way more that just black stretch pants. They’re an amazing company and they give amazing support to small business owners.”

Today you can find Atkinson leading classes at Sculpt yoga studio, which curates a blend of strength training, cardio, and flexibility within a yogic framework of mind/body experiences. So how did she find her way to the practice? “I was a ballerina for many, many years. Probably nine years ago I decided I needed to start moving my body again in a different way, and I immediately fell in love with it.” Being a Lululemon ambassador means she’s embracing the sweat life and totally ready to spread the joy. “The sweat life: connection, empowerment, truth, motivation. It’s a really cool thing … It’s an amazing experience and I can’t wait to see what comes of it in the next two years.”

Meghan Atkinson: Runner & Yoga Instructor at Sculpt Yoga


Shannon McClintock: Barre3 instructor 

Alli Breen: owner of Pilates Royalty 

Meghan Atkinson: Runner & Yoga Instructor at Sculpt Yoga 

AJ Riley: Orange Theory Head Coach



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Motos in Moab

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Words by Jamie Charles // @jmesgotagun

Photo by Nathalie Kossek // @nathaliek

Marketed as “the worst moto campout ever,” no one really knew what antics were in store when they signed up to be part of this year’s Motos in Moab, Volume 2. We’d all heard stories from the previous year: being kicked out of a Mormon campsite less than 24 hours in; taking shelter in a farmer’s field only to be greeted by multiple feet of flash flooding; tents erupting in flames that wandered over from from gasoline-lit fires—fires started with good intentions, if also with drunken ineptitude. Those stories, however, only intimidate the faint at heart. Over 800 others blindly agreed to be part of whatever would be thrown their way. 

People from all over the US rode through red rock canyons and lush desert flora to one of Southern Utah’s most beautiful terrains for a weekend that will forever remain in infamy. As the sun began to set and dusty plots became temporary homes, campers were called to a stage for an introduction. Ozzy Osbourne’s voice echoed off the canyon walls as “Iron Man” blasted from the speakers, and a creature straight out of a sci-fi movie emerged from the woods. He slinked toward the crowd, shooting flames 10 feet into the night sky out of a Vietnam-era war weapon strapped to his back. Like literal moths to a flame, we all followed to the 30-foot-high bonfire that would set the tone for the weekend. With the inferno as its centerpiece, the field was transformed into a flat track full of dirtbikes, Harleys, and mini bikes with sidecars, carrying two, three, or even four riders at a time. People crashed, bikes and bodies were mangled, but no one got seriously hurt, and we all laughed at what will probably go down as one of the most ridiculous scenes of the summer.

While the nighttime was reserved for whisky drinking, hell raising, and lighting what seemed like anything and everything on fire, daylight hours were for tracking down swimming holes and taking rides through some of the country’s most beautiful national parks. My group’s final ride of the weekend led us through Arches National Park just before dusk. We were humbled as the setting sun illuminated ancient rocks that the wind has spent millennia carving. No amount of Snapchat or Instagram filtering can capture the feeling in your chest when you gaze upon thousands of years of nature’s artistry glowing in the golden hour. As we shifted gears through twisting roads and expansive views, my breath was stolen when I realized the wind that whipped my face, and the desert sun that warmed my skin were the same artists that had sculpted everything in our path. 

Learn more // motosinmoab.com // @motosinmoab 

Vancouver Swimmin Club

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Let's Explore the Secretly Swimmable Side of Funcouver!
Water slides, salt water pools, cliffs to jump, a nude beach, and swimming holes at the end of most streets makes this side of urban Canada all about aquatic adventure.

Swimming by 
Mirae Campbell
Ally Pintucci 
Adam Walker
Ola Krol 
Julian DeSchutter 
Alisha Cowderoy 
Chelsea Keenan 
Steve Vanderhoek

Wakeboard Wizardry by
Bob Soven 

Videography by Geoff Hewat 

Music by Deelay Ceelay 

Production by Katherine “Mama Bear” Curran

This Stay Wild magazine adventure was made with help from our friends at Sanuk

Shark Sands

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Oregon's New Surf Vs. Shark Drama

By Justin "Scrappers" Morrison

Oregon’s most popular surf spot is in the middle of a big natural process that might make the water very sharky. A dead 38ft humpback whale washed up on Oswald West's sandy shores yesterday.

According to the The Daily Astorian, The whale is staying put. “It looks like we’re having a series of lower tides and based on the current location of the whale, we’re expecting it to remain in place.”

Photo ganked from the Daily Astorian

Photo ganked from the Daily Astorian

So the beach is pretty stinky. This stink isn’t just in the air, it’s in the sand, and the water. This stink is death and sharks love death!

We can’t honestly look into the future and say we know what will happen, but come on. Sharks are coming to Short Sands. They might just swim by and decide it’s not worth it. Or they might stick around for a long time?

Let’s look at the dead whale that washed up in Southern California in November, 2002. As it decomposed it became buried in the sand chumming the waters of popular surf spots San Onofre and Trestles for a long time. These spots have now become white shark breeding grounds. In a Surfline thread Ralph S. Collier, from the Shark Research Committee admits, “increased frequency of white sharks at San Onofre could have been the result of the dead whale on the beach leaching decaying material into the water”. 

Collier went on to caution surfers about the whale juice attracting sharks, “The juveniles remain close inshore and feed on fishes. Most of the sharks being sighted off our Southern California beaches are juveniles or sub-adults, which range in length from 4 to 9 feet. Although they are not interested in humans, encounters are possible and therefore caution should be exercised when using areas they are known to frequent.” 

Short Sands is not infested with sharks right now, but on Wednesday, Sept 21, 1994 Rob MacKenzie was attacked there. ”Rob went flying into the air, still attached to his board by a seven-foot leash, and came down in the water just in front of the shark. The board had become impaled sideways on the shark's lower jaw and, to dislodge it, the shark raised its back half out of the water and slammed its head on the surface until the board floated free. Then the shark dived, getting its tail caught on the leash and pulling Rob and his board under as it swam for deeper water. Under the strain, the leash broke, shooting the board high in the air and allowing Rob to surface and retrieve it.” Read more attack details >>>

Portland is getting three new surf shops: Cosube, Leeward, and Up North Surf Club. Short Sands is one of the nearest beginner's surf spots. The rotting whale is welcoming hungry sharks. We don’t know what will happen, but let’s just be extra safe out there and follow these tips:

-Don’t surf alone.

-Don’t surf after dark.

-Don’t surf if you see other water critters doing weird shit like jumping out of the water as if they are trying to escape a predator.

-Don’t surf near spots that the salmon are running up to spawn. Think rivers and creeks.

-Don’t surf where a dead mammal, or whale, is rotting into the sea.

I hate writing this story! Short Sands is my favorite place in the whole world. I'm totally going to surf there knowing my chances of shark death are better than ever. Fuck it. I go to die eventually and I'd rather die doing something I love in nature than watching the Price is Right in a hospital bed full of cancer.