How the West Was Wonderful
If you have more of a hankerin’ to be a cattle baron than a cowpoke, and gourmet grub and wide-open vistas of a million acres of cedars, aspens, and pines fit the picture (the Routt National Forest is just next door) then there’s no place like Home. Here you can spend a few (or many) exhilarating hours in the saddle, riding though open meadows of wildflowers and deep valleys, then happily mosey back to marinate in your cabin’s private outdoor Jacuzzi before an award-deserving dinner. You can choose from a long roster of year-round activities or just laze about and commune with nature. But you’d better be friendly, because this place is all about Western hospitality, something the gregarious owner (who writes, sings, and plays cowboy music) has raised to an art form.
Repeat guests come back for the camaraderie and family-style atmosphere, where superb but laid-back meals are served at communal tables, or occasionally around the campfire. There are no more than fifty other guests, whom you may choose to see or not to see during the day. Guest quarters are aspen-shaded cabins paneled in wood and tastefully decorated with western antiques, woven Indian rugs, and wood-burning stoves— stylish, but in a cozy and comfortable way. You almost forget that this is an authentic working cattle ranch, until the sound of the triangle on the porch rings out across the valley. “Come and get it” never sounded so good.