Latigo Ranch (pronounced Látigo and named after a component on a western saddle) was the setting for our retreat. Nestled into the mountains south of Steamboat Springs, it was originally founded as a dude ranch in 1923. Fast forward nearly 100 years, and the George family operates the ranch together year-round. In the summer, the dude ranch legacy thrives and wranglers take guests on trails where they’re more likely to see a moose, bear, or herd of elk than another tourist.
In the winter, the landscape transforms into a snow-covered wonderland. The family grooms 50 kilometers of cross-country ski trails, stocks cozy cabins with firewood and kindling, and keeps guests well-fed with hearty home-cooked meals. The nearest town is seven miles down a dirt road and then another 10 highway miles away: Kremmling, Colorado, home to a population of under 1,500 and one stoplight. When I first moved to Colorado from the west coast, it was to work at Latigo as a wrangler during the summer. This intimate setting that I know like the back of my hand was the perfect place for my first retreat.