The Tilley Bailer
On a recent canoe trip, down the French Broad River in NC, my husband and I hit a stationary log in the water and were stuck.We used our oars to...
Generations of Tilley
My Tilley is my Dad’s Tilley. My father, Robert, always wore his Tilley and looked for any reason to tell people about how much he loved his hat. He followed the...
Protection from the Elements
My Tilley hat that has travelled the globe and now has saved me from a very bad cut to my head. While spraying a wasp nest, unfortunately in the daytime,...
Calloused Hands, a Ready Smile, and a Tilley
Calloused hands, tanned face, a ready smile. And a Tilley hat. For as long as I can remember those traits are in my mind regarding my dad. I don’t think...
Crossing the Bifrost
As long as I can remember, I’ve loved being out of doors an out in nature. While that youthful appreciation of the outdoors never developed into epic trips to exotic...
Burns and Peels? Not Today
I was born with a curse... male-pattern baldness. At the tender age of 26, I realized my hair had to go, and that I would embrace a freshly shaven dome...