🏔 Notes from the Mountain

Fall Didn't Wait for Me • Notes from the Mountain No. 24

Fall arrived before I was quite ready for it this year. After a later-than-planned launch, fifteen fall soaps are finally on the shelf, including three favorites for three very different reasons an...

We Had Two Days • Notes From the Mountain No. 23

My sister and I had two days together in Chicago, so we did our best Ferris Bueller and used every minute. From the Skydeck and Navy Pier to deep-dish pizza and a little vintage treasure hunting, i...

Bottom of the List • Notes from the Mountain No. 22

Some of my favorite soaps have been sitting at the bottom of my production list for months. Between a busy “real” job and preparing for fall, there are simply more things to do than hours to do the...

Thirteen Hours • Notes from the Mountain No. 21

Ten years ago, three girlfriends and I set out at 3 a.m. to climb Longs Peak, the most difficult 14er I'd ever attempted. Thirteen hours later, we all made it safely back down with plenty of storie...

Unexpected Connections • Notes from the Mountain No. 20

A single plant clipping, a customer who became a friend, and years of shipping orders across the country have reminded me of something I never expected when I started Mountain Goat Soap Co.: someti...

60 Nickels • Notes from the Mountain No. 19

For as long as I can remember, a nickel has meant something special in our family. This year, my mom turned that little family tradition into the greatest birthday gift I've ever received, and remi...

Little Things • Notes from the Mountain No. 18

A tiny rock left me with a cracked windshield and weeks of waiting for a replacement. But an unexpected email from a customer reminded me that small things don't just have the power to ruin a day, ...

Some Things are Meant to be Shared • Notes from the Mountain

What started as a loaf of sourdough bread turned into a reminder that some of the best traditions are passed from one person to another. From my younger brother teaching me to bake bread to the cen...

I Found an Old Box of Soap • Notes from the Mountain

A canceled trip led to an afternoon in the workshop and an unexpected discovery. Finding some of my very first bars of soap reminded me that while the recipe may not have changed much over the year...

Why I Like Starting in the Dark • Notes from the Mountain

Colorado's 14,000-foot peak climbs always begin in the dark. On one unforgettable climb up Missouri Mountain, I realized there may be a good reason for that.