Apparel
Built for
the Ride.

We met in San Diego. One of us grew up dreaming in hooves and dust: the cadence of a horse on a trail and the stillness of the saddle. The other grew up chasing wheels and water: the snap of a skateboard, the hush of fresh pow, the moment before a wave breaks.

Bajada (ba·ha·da) — Spanish for the descent, the long slope where mountains spill into the plain. It’s the line San Diego draws every day: peaks into pavement, pavement into sand, sand into surf. One continuous ride.

Patrons of waxed decks, faded denim, and rides through the country. A small, seasonal line cut to be lived in, beat up, and ridden in. Made in small runs. And 10% of all profits go back to the communities that shaped us.