A Love Affair | My Gregory Kletter Day
Sometimes it’s not really about functionality…
It’s the usual story… a mechanic drives a Corolla, a builder lives in a shed. For someone that spends my life thinking about better carry, it’s funny that one of my favorite packs is a Kletter Day.
We bought it in Tokyo some years ago. It was pre-kids, when my better-half wanted a simple pack for uni. It worked OK for that, without really shining.
But then we had some kids, started hauling random bits of everything in support of them, and it quickly became a part of our best experiences.
This is a really simple pack. The buckles are a bit sharp, there’s not really any pocketing to speak of, and it won’t help you hunt deer or fly off cliffs, but man has it woven itself into the fabric of our family.
The shape is perfect; tear-dropped for odd loads, sized for a full day out, and clean so it won’t snag when being shoved under a seat.
The fabric is nailed; it’s soft, drapes without drooping, and is almost cotton-like in appearance.
The color is interesting without screaming, and the main zip is big, so it just works.
The build quality is perfect, so it is ageing beautifully (unlike many modern heritage bags). It can have attachments added, but that would kinda wreck the idea of it. And it continues to appear in almost all our family photos, so the emotional connection is only getting stronger.
And that’s about all there is to say about it.