Happy with Horses

I’ve always been intrigued by horses. The first time I rode a horse was when I was eight years old on a family road trip from my home in Vermont to the wild west. The horse I rode was old and slow, and I was fine with that. Even after six summers at the ranch, the last time I…

Leaving The Ranch

Well, it is that time of year again. I’ve moved out of the Columbine, and into an apartment in Boulder. The most accurate way to describe leaving the ranch is that you begin to feel homesick in your own home. The daily rituals of the ranch become so engrained in your soul, that adjusting back to…

The Hidden Magic of Fall at The Ranch

Summer is over and things at the ranch have slowed down quite a bit. Although most of the staff returned to “the real world,” a few of us haven’t quite made it out yet, and we’re certainly not complaining.

Emma stuck around to feed us incredible food and bless us with her …