Riding and Rafting The Rockies with Rawah Ranch Read Jetsetters Magazine at www.jetsettersmagazine.com Read this entire feature FREE with photos at: http://www.jetsettersmagazine.com/archive/jetezine/cabinweb/ranches/colorado/rawah/rawah.html"What happens at a dude ranch?", he asked
clerk who was helping Bob buy new cowboy boots. She said that her husband had been a wrangler — a horse handler — at a dude ranch for years. We were at Big R. in my hometown of Greeley, Colorado, just a couple of hours east of
Rawah Guest Ranch. The farm and ranch store, Big R, is something of a local institution. It's where you take your out-of-town guests to buy cowboy hats and boots. On
other side of
store is all manner of hardware for repairing your Zimmatic irrigation equipment, watering tanks, corrals and fences, and lots of riding mowers and tractors. It's Home Depot for ranches. Bob strolls around
aisles before setting to
task of boots. Now he is asking
simplest of questions, and one of
slipperiest of answers. What exactly does happen at a dude ranch.
The clerk said: "It's a resort with horses." It was a great place to start our exploration.
Rawah Ranch is counter sunk in
Laramie Range of Colorado. = Rawah Ranch (pronounced RAY-wah) is nestled in
Colorado ’s Laramie River valley, adjacent to
Rawah Wilderness, an enormous area of pristine mountains. Named for a Ute word for "abundance,"
wilderness is available to everyone who is on foot or horseback only. Wildlife is all around
ranch. Moose, deer, elk, pronghorn antelope, big horn sheep are in
backyard.
Rawah Ranch hosts a maximum of 32 guests and boasts a high staff-to-guest ratio, with 20 on staff. Our week, we are outnumbered because we arre among only 19 guests. We drop off our luggage in our cabin and change for
pre-dinner reception. With so many boots and hats, it is difficult to distinguish
guests from
staff. We first meet a large man in an apron. He thrusts out a meaty hand and says, "I'm Ray. Welcome! How would you like your steak cooked?" A friendly hello followed by a dinner order. Things arre shaping up quite nicely.
We also meet Nick, who is a wrangler and had worked
previous year at Rawah on
grounds crew. Equally welcoming is Ben,
head wrangler who orchestrates our rides for
week. Pretty quickly, we meet all
staff and our fellow guests. If we had been
least bit nervous about spending a week with a bunch of strangers, we quickly realize that we aren't going to be strangers for long.
At 6:30
dinner bell rings as it will for breakfast, lunch, and dinner throughout
week. We sit at
table with one family from Massachusetts, who are returning for their third vacation at
Rawah Ranch. Kathy and Steve brought their two sons, Jeremiah and Josh, who are both in their early twenties. It makes me wonder, when was
last family vacation I took with my parents and siblings? I couldn't remember.
"We like it because it's not all tarted up," Kathy said. "It's
closest to
real thing that you can get." Rawah Ranch offers something that almost no other guest ranch offers: custom rides every day. At many ranches,
rides are prescribed. Thursday might be
all-day ride day. Not at Rawah. Each morning and afternoon, we have
choice of two half day rides, a full-day ride, or a riding lesson. Then we tell Ben what type of scenery we want to see, and he recommends a particular ride. Often there are multiple full-day rides going to different places. And of course, we always have
option of not going. We try to do it all!
What about
steaks? They are cooked to perfection and served outdoors on
back picnic tables along with potato salad, rolls, salads. The Laramie River gurgles happily in
background. We chat with
other guests: Steve and Sheri are from southern California; Cathy and Steve, and their children, Matt and Kristen are from Pennsylvania, as well as Sue and Cindy from a nearby Pennsylvania town; and Pat and Jon and their children, William, Nicole, and Chris, who turns out to be
charmer of
group. I was
closest thing to a local, having grown up nearby and hiked and camped in these mountains as a kid.
Just before we turn in for
evening, one of
kitchen folks asks if we'd like coffee and cocoa delivered to our room in
morning before breakfast. Now that's about as civilized as it gets.