Words: John Clary Davies
One particularly wet, early-winter midweek evening this winter, I decided to go night skiing at Mount Hood Meadows by myself. As I gained elevation driving up Highway 26 I hoped the rain would turn to snow, but it never did. Every layer I wore stuck to my skin. I was a dripping mess. Things felt grim. On my third lap, I loaded the Mount Hood Express with a couple of other masochistic skiers. One of them pulled a flask out of his breast pocket. After he and his friend took a nip he looked at me, offered the flask, and said, “Makers?”
“Please,” I said. I took a pull, my gloves dripping in a puddle on my lap as I put the flask to my lips. The whisky went down easy and made me smile despite not being able to feel my moist extremities. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of bringing a flask. Before I handed it back, I looked at the brand name. It was a Stanley.
Nobody knows outdoor drinking containers like Stanley. The company, approaching its centennial, introduced the world to the all-steel vacuum bottle in 1913. By 1942, the military outfitted World War II B-17s with the durable containers.
This particular flask comes in that forest green camping color reminiscent of a classic Coleman. It’s made out of stainless steel, is BPA free, and will fit in most ski jacket pockets. The lid attaches to the body, so cold hands can’t fumble the cap into the abyss below the chairlift. And, most importantly, it will hold 8 ounces of Makers Mark on a dark, wet night.