Trail Report: Lake Agnes


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Know Before You Go:

  • Trailhead: Winter is a little tricky!  You park on Hwy 14 at the turnoff for the Crags Campground/Lake Agnes Trailhead/American Lakes Trailhead.  See State Forest State Park Winter Recreation Map for details.
  • Website: State Forest State Park; Horseback Riding Trail Map/Brochure
  • Length: ~5 miles round-trip (winter)
  • Closest Town: Walden, CO
  • Green Horse Friendly: Will re-evaluate in summer…
  • Senior Horse Friendly: Will re-evaluate in summer…
  • Barefoot Horse Friendly: Will re-evaluate in summer…
  • Beer Friendly: Yes (3.2% only)
  • Firearm Friendly: Yes, see regulations.
  • Dog Friendly: Yes, on a leash.  See full regulations.
  • Obstacles: Bridges, water, bikes, hikers, dogs, wildlife.
  • Parking: On Hwy 14 in the winter, at Agnes Lake Trailhead in summer.

The Nitty Gritty: 

This was one of the first hikes I organized for the new Hike Like a Woman Locals group I’m leading in Northern Colorado.  We had a great group of women join us who were eager to get out on snowshoes one last time before the snow melted.  Some were seasoned snowshoers and some were first timers but all had a great time!

In winter this trail is a little tough to get to and hike.  Driving up highway 14, you’ll go just over Cameron Pass and on the western slope (heading toward Walden) you’ll see the trailhead sign almost immediately on your left.  In the summer, you can turn on this road and navigate to the Crags Campground and park there for a quick jaunt to the Agnes Lake Trail.  In the winter, this road is closed and you will need to park at the top of the hill just off the highway adding about a mile onto your trek both directions.

There is only parking there for about 10 cars, so try and get there early as this is a popular spot for backcountry skiers and snowsport enthusiasts.  At the parking area, there is a self-pay station and the fee was $7 at the time of this writing.  Those fees can always be checked by visiting the State Forest State Park website.

State Forest State Park is by far one of my favorite places to hike and ride in Northern Colorado.  Its a good bit off the beaten path so it weeds out a lot of the tourists, leaving it far less crowded than other options in the area.  This park borders the northern edge of Rocky Mountain National Park, the southern edge of the Rawah Wilderness and the western edge of the Comanche Peak Wilderness so there is no shortage of day hikes, trail rides and multi-day trips you can make here.

I’ve done some other hikes and rides in the area, but hadn’t spent much time exploring via snowshoes until this day.  It was glorious. Due the variations in this trail with the seasons, it was difficult to find accurate information on regarding winter routes and conditions so we had to wing it somewhat. The State Forest State Park site provided the closest to accurate info I could find which quoted it at a 5 mile round trip length.

Their Winter Recreation Guide provides a wealth of helpful information.

The first part of the trail heads downhill from highway 14 and follows a rough, single track road. About 1/2 to 3/4 mile down, you’ll spot a sign for the Crags Campground and the Lake Agnes trailhead directing you to the right. You’ll pass over a fair sized creek and continue following the trail upward. This is a well traveled trail and easy to follow in most places.

The lower part of the trail winds upward through dense forest until you get to the Lake Agnes cabin.  This cabin was built in 1925 and was used seasonally by rangers until 2000.  It was added to the National Historic Register in 2007.

After the cabin, the trail opens into a beautiful valley which, I assume, is absolutely stunning in summer since it was stunning covered in 3 feet of snow. There appeared to be several route options here – mostly for backcountry skiers which were in abundance this day – but we chose to follow the most direct route to Lake Agnes which skirts the eastern side of the meadow.

You’ll return to a brief patch of forest before popping over a small hill and dropping into a bare hillside.  From here, you simply find the most comfortable route up the hill following the vein.  On this day, the headwind was blowing so hard we could barely stand upright and felt as though we were climbing Everest. In reality, on a nice day, I’m sure this climb is rather quick and painless but, on this day, it seemed almost endless.

Despite that, the views from here are nothing short of spectacular. I found myself taking a few steps at a time and then feeling the need to stop (yet again) for the “perfect” shot.

Lake Agnes herself is at the top of the hill, nestled in the Nokhu Crags.  The views here are absolutely amazing and there is no shortage of photo ops.  We were able to catch glimpses of backcountry skiers making clean lines down the slopes to the south of us across the lake as well.  We didn’t linger here due to the windy conditions, but I can assure you that a summer trip will be an order!

While a relatively short hike, this was an exhausting one on snowshoes.  The trail varies greatly with the season.  In summer, it is a mere 1.6 mile hike with a 400 foot gain and in winter, it increases to a 5 mile hike with a 1000 foot gain.

I highly recommend it and will definitely do it again but, be sure you wear comfortable shoes and good socks as I think we all ended up with pretty significant blisters by the time we made it back to the parking lot.  In retrospect, I could’ve left the winter boots at home and just worn my regular hiking boots given the conditions of the snow.

The State Forest State Park ranger station is very helpful and can generally give you the most up to date conditions for all of the trails in their jurisdiction.  This state park has yet to disappoint me and remains one of my favorites!

Just My Dog and Me


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It has been almost 7 months since my best friend died in my arms.  During that time, I’ve been walking the line between the need to write this piece so I don’t forget her, an intense fear that I will begin to forget her and a desire not to cry, again, which I know will happen as I write this.  In the end, my desire to honor and preserve her memory in words won.  I only hope it does her justice.

Everyone has one. Or, at least, I hope everyone has one.  That dog that meant everything to you.  That dog that was your sidekick, your shadow, your counterpart, your best friend.

Scout was mine.

On a random Wednesday night in 2004 I found myself on the way to a horse sale in Cleburne, TX with a dear friend of mine, Deana. Deana ran a refuge for forgotten older horses whose mission was to prove these horses still had worth and worked to find them loving homes. We had been to horse sales regularly but never to this one.

As we sat there waiting for our picks to make their way through to the ring, two young girls walked through the crowded bleachers holding tiny puppies.  Blue heeler puppies.  I was still in a somewhat rebellious-blaze-my-own-trail sort of phase and my mom had once suggested that a heeler may be a good choice for me should I ever decide to get a dog. Because of those words, I hesitated.

I hesitated for exactly 0.05 seconds before making my way over to the blue Rubbermaid tub containing 9 tiny, blue puppies. One by one, I picked each one up.  There were boys and girls among the group most of whom had large black patches scattered throughout their little bodies.

Someone had told me once that you could tell if a puppy would turn out to be a good dog by whether they would let you hold them on their backs.  As silly as it sounds, as I held each puppy, I gently turned them on their backs and watched them squirm and wiggle in silent requests to return to their upright position.

The last puppy out of the bin was the tiniest of the crew.  Unlike her siblings, she had a single patch over her right eye.  She sat quietly in the corner of the tub, taking in her surroundings and, when I picked her up, I immediately knew.  Like the others, I gently turned her over and she remained quiet and put up no protest.  She was the one.

They wanted $75 for the puppies and I had brought no significant cash with me to the auction that night.  I went back to where Deana and I had been sitting, explained the situation and we took stock. We literally emptied our wallets, change purses, sifted through every pocket of our purses, I even went to the truck to troll through glove compartments and center consoles. At the end of it, we had $62.37.

They took it.

On the way home that night, she slept in my lap while I shared the news with my mom over the phone.  To my surprise, my mom seemed truly happy and her only complaint was that she hadn’t been there to help pick her out. In her mind, the only logical reprise was to let her choose the name.  Fair enough.

We both loved the book To Kill A Mockingbird and, though I still have no idea how this name came to her that night, she suggested Scout.

It was perfect.

From that day on, Scout was my constant companion.   She went everywhere with me.  She was happier sitting in my truck for hours on end vs. being confined to the house so that’s often where you’d find her.  She was like velcro and stuck to me anywhere and everywhere we went; no question.

When I returned to school in Colorado, Scout happily followed suit.  It didn’t matter where we were, so long as she was with me.  She subsequently accompanied me to an internship in Kentucky, my first real job in west Texas, my second real job in Louisiana and then, finally, back to Colorado where she would live out her years.

Each move she embraced with tentative acceptance by carrying her prized toy or bone to each room as I moved about to pack our things…as if I would forget her or it.

Whatever the activity, Scout was up for it.  I have no idea how many miles we went on horseback together but she was always there.  We hiked, we climbed, we snowshoed and we even kayaked together.  She had never sat on a kayak until she reached 7 years old but happily climbed on as soon as I asked and settled down between my legs.  She trusted me beyond all doubt and never fully understood what I’d done to deserve that.
When she lost her sight at age 11, I was devastated.  I thought that would be the end of our adventures but, boy, was I wrong.  She continued to hike with me, learned to navigate the house, and managed to keep her velcro status despite not being able to see me.  When we went kayaking, she just knew.   I’d unload the boats, turn around for a second only to turn back and find her sitting in our boat, ready to hit the water.

The decision to end her suffering came after a long battle with a fast-growing nasal tumor.  It was becoming increasingly hard for her to breathe and I could tell it was taking a toll on her, both cognitively and physically.  She was losing track of me in the house and would become panicked trying to find me, her respiratory rate was always high, she struggled to take a deep breath, she was constantly sleeping; it was the toughest call I’d ever had to make.

The last night of her life was a sleepless one.  I laid on the floor with her, I stroked her head, I constantly told her how much I loved her and what she meant to me.  When morning came, we took a walk around the yard and laid in the sunshine together.

I am lucky to have the friends that I do and my friend Dora, who also happens to be a local vet, kindly came to our home that day so that she could go in peace, in her familiar surroundings.  I don’t know that I have ever cried so hard.

Deana passed in 2013 and knowing that Scout has one of her very first friends to velcro to makes it a little easier to deal with both losses.

It’s hard to explain what a dog truly means to you, especially when she wasn’t just a dog; she was my best friend.  So many of us have similar stories but it seems that no matter how hard we try to explain, the significance of that presence in our lives is lost on others.  There will forever be a hole in my heart that only she will be able to fill, but I am so thankful for the almost 13 years that we had together.



She marked our trail,
Up the back bone ridge,
How many times can one dog pee,
She keeps me high as an eagle,
When i’m on the skids,
I guess you gotta come down eventually.

Buddy I coulda gone that extra mile,
For an extra bark or an extra smile,
‘Cause i never felt so free,
It was just my dog and me.

Then she gives me that look,
Like she’d lay down her life,
No doubt she would in a minute, man,
She’d face the bullet,
Oh she’d face the knife,
Just to keep my butt from the fryin’ pan.

Now she’s runnin’ up ahead to chase some deer,
Comes back to tell that coast is clear,
It’s a different world I see,
When it’s just my dog and me.

There’s a rabbit on the run,
Man and beast and sky and sun,
Who’s talking to the birds in the trees,
Why its just my dog and me,

Now it looks like we’ve been makin’ tracks,
From the crack of dawn,
To the end of the day,
So its nice and easy down the devil’s back,
She wouldn’t know,
Any other way.

So its over that ridge for one last mile,
‘Til we’re fast asleep by the fire side,
Dreamin’ these dreams for free,
Just my dog and me.

– John Hiatt

The Importance of Girl Time

I’m what you’d call the “outdoorsy” type.  I’d much rather spend time in a tent than a 5-star hotel, I prefer foil wrapped meals over an open fire to fancy cuisine and I gauge how good my summer was by how much I smell like horse and the state of my Chaco tan.  The fact of the matter is, its difficult to find women who share the same interests and so I often find myself hangin’ with the boys or going solo.

And that’s not a bad thing.  In addition to being an OG (outdoorsy girl), I’m also an introvert.  A big one.  And that lends itself to alone time quite nicely.

It’s been so long since I’ve spent any amount of time with a group of like-minded women that I’d forgotten how nice it really is to be surrounded by “your kind.”

This past weekend, a group of girls and I made our way to Saratoga, WY for the weekend. 17265175_10155216538029180_3459162084689884485_n One of the girls I’ve known for a bit, one I’ve met a few times and one I’d never met.  I had my reservations about how it would go and, I am happy to report, those reservations went by the wayside 15 minutes into the trip.

When you’re in school, its fairly easy to meet new friends.  Hell, I met my best friend on the playground in 4th grade and she’s still my person.  When you go to college, you live in dorms and become close to the people in your hall, though that’s largely due to proximity, not shared interests.  After college, you meet people at work but those relationships are often hindered by not wanting to disturb your professional image by getting drunk in front of them and having it get back to your boss.

The point is, meeting new people that you could actually create a lasting friendship with is hard as an adult.  Let alone an adult woman with outdoor hobbies.

Last weekend was a chance occurrence, but one that I’m glad I took part in and one I look forward to having again.

I’ve been lucky enough to be involved with Hike Like A Woman as an Ambassador for the past year.  I applied for this program not really knowing what it entailed or how it would change my outlook.

17264464_10155216538444180_4682156587548029843_nUpon joining, I found a community of women just like me from all over the world.  Since that time, I’ve joined several other groups for outdoor women and women who manage websites surrounding the outdoor lifestyle and I’ve been invited to participate in the Wild Women’s Project.  The network of women with shared interests and the effect they have on the outdoor industry (as well as one another) is truly astounding.

I have so many goals for 2017, many of which involve this website, but one of the main ones is to increase the number of strong, outdoor-loving women I surround myself with.  Because of this, when the opportunity arose to host the local chapter of Hike Like A Woman, I jumped.

You can join the Hike Like A Woman Northern Colorado group on Facebook and participate 17202921_10155216538629180_4000046715376695219_nin hikes throughout NoCo with me and (hopefully) many others.

My hope for this group is that it will allow all of us involved an easy outlet to meet like-
minded women.  Think of it as the 4th grade playground.  And, if you want to join us on the playground, our first hike is March 18, 2017 at 9am at the Lower Dadd Gulch Trailhead.  You can RSVP on the Facebook page and I hope to see you there!


Horseman’s Holiday Gift Guide

If you’re like me, you’ve managed to leave your holiday shopping to the very last possible second.  Thank goodness for Amazon!  Here are some great gift ideas for the horsey/outdoorsy person in your life and, for anyone keeping track, these are on my wishlist as well…

Big Agnes Helinox Chair


I’m always at a loss on how to best transport a chair to the backcountry.  Usually, this item falls under the non-essential category due to weight and awkwardness but, at just 1.9 pounds and packing down to 14″x4″x5″, the Helinox Chair from Big Agnes has put itself closer to the top of my list!




Sea to Summit Aeros Pillow


I freely admit I am a bit of a princess.  I love pillows and feel strongly that you should not have to give up on comfort in the backcountry.  This pillow gets excellent reviews on Amazon and comes highly recommended from my Hike Like A Woman counterparts.  Best of all, it fits nicely into a tiny little stuff sack about the size of your hand and weighs in at next to nothing!


Wealers 7 Piece Camping Cookware Set



Again, due to awkwardness and size, utensils almost never make it onto the trail with me.  This little kit provides all the essentials wrapped in a neat little package!  Tongs, spatula, ladle, knife, scissors, rice paddle and even a small cutting board – what else do you need?



Etekcity Ultralight Camping Stove



Let’s face it, having a JetBoil would be nice but not all of us are millionaires!  I got this $10 beauty for Christmas last year and it gets the job done.  This little stove packs into a small plastic case that could fit into your pocket and works with any commercially available propane base.



Ultralight Camping Hammock 



One word: hammock.  If you haven’t jumped on the bandwagon, you should.  I bought myself one of these ultralight hammocks from Appalachian Outdoor Supply a few years back and it goes EVERYWHERE with me.  And, at just 1 pound and only $19.95, why wouldn’t it?


Ruffwear Approach Dog Pack


Our dogs carry their weight when they come with us and the Ruffwear packs are great.  They are equipped with plenty of room for all your dog’s essentials, very adjustable and ergonomic.  With 5 sizes to choose from, there’s a perfect fit for every dog!



Lawson Hammock Blue Ridge Camping Hammock


As an avid hammock fan, the tent-hammock combo has been intriguing to me, both from a comfort and practicality standpoint.  It’s hard to find tents that fit well into a backpack or in a saddle bag and this tent hammock weighs in at just 4.25 pounds and eliminates the need for a sleeping pad all together!


Cashel Medium Pommel Saddle Bag

saddle-bagIn all seriousness, this is one of the best purchases I ever made.  I use this bag every single time I ride as it’s small, lightweight, holds what I need for a day ride and provides easy access while still being out of the way.  There are pockets that hold two water bottles (or 4 cans of bee…coke), an outside pocket for your phone and a clip for your keys so they don’t get lost.  This company makes plenty of options for English riders, too!


Diamond Wool Saddle Pad

padLet’s face it, your saddle pad can make or break your ride (and your horse).  I have had incredibly good luck with the Diamond Wool pads.  My horses have never had a saddle sore, ingrown hair and are never excessively sweaty.  Also, these pads dry pretty quickly are easy to care for and don’t break the bank.

Trail Report: Montgomery Pass

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Know Before You Go:

  • Trailhead: Zimmerman Lake (parking), Montgomery Pass (trailhead)
  • Website: Montgomery Pass
  • Trail Map: State Forest State Park
  • Additional Info: Poudre Wilderness Volunteers
  • Length: 3.6 (round-trip)
  • Closest Town: Rustic
  • Green Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Senior Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Barefoot Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Beer Friendly: Yes
  • Firearm Friendly: Yes
  • Dog Friendly: Yes
  • Obstacles: Wildlife, bikers, hikers and small water crossings
  • Parking: Large semi-circle lot at Zimmerman Lake trailhead, lightly used and plenty of horse trailer parking
  • Water: Parking lot is next to Joe Wright Reservoir and Joe Wright Creek, several small stream crossings along trail

The Nitty Gritty:

To get to the Montgomery Pass Trailhead, you’ll head west on highway 14 for about 57 miles past Ted’s Place to the Zimmerman Lake parking area which will be on your left.  The paved parking area just past Joe Wright Reservoir (also on your left) has vault bathrooms available and ample room for cars though use is fairly light throughout the year.   The actual Montgomery Pass trailhead is across the road from the parking area and is pretty darn hard to see if you don’t know what you’re looking for.  For reference, from the bathrooms, look across highway 14 and slightly east and you’ll see a small wooden sign denoting the trailhead.

This trail is absolutely spectacular for wildflowers.  This time of year, the asters were in full swing along with the columbine, balsamroot and, my favorite, Indian paintbrush.  Immediately past the trailhead sign, you find yourself in a dense pine forest surrounded by a blanket of wildflowers that extends almost the entire trip to treeline.  The sound of Joe Wright Creek flowing down the mountain is faint in the background until you see it come into view about ¼ mile up the trail.  It’s a world fit for Disney.

The trail itself is a great one for beginners and, I imagine, a fantastic horse and snowshoe or cross country ski trail in the winter.  The wide, two-track trail is actually an old Jeep trail left over from the numerous mining camps in the area way back when.  In fact, there are actually several old mine cavings and cabin reminisces when you reach treeline.  In general, the trail is easy to navigate to treeline with minimal toe-stubbing or ankle-rolling probability.

The trail travels through the thick, stately pines for about 1 ¾ mile until you reach a fork.  A wooden sign will point you in the direction of the “Bowls” or the “Pass” and from there it’s up to you to make your decision.  We chose the bowls but I’m definitely heading back to hit the pass.

The ¼ mile to the bowls is not for the faint of heart.  From the sign at the fork, the trail hits an almost 90 degree angle and scrambling a bit is to be expected.  The trail fades out a bit toward the top of the initial hill but there are fairly well-marked cairns that mark the path of least resistance.

Then, the best thing happens.  The ground levels and you find yourself in a spectacular alpine meadow right on the edge of treeline and you half expect Julie Andrews to be running over the hill belting out a tune.  There’s no trail after this so you’re on your own to explore how you wish and explore we did!  We checked out a few old mine cavings, what was left of an old cabin, a creek down the hill a ways and the plethora of moose tracks.  There was a gnarly set of pines grouped together on the south side of the meadow that had obviously been shaped by the seasonal snowpack.

We found a lovely spot to eat lunch while looking out at the Nokhu Crags in the distance and the dogs ran around happily.  Though we did this trail on foot, I fully intend to come back with the horses as it appears to have great access to the rest of the State Forest State Park trail system for some longer, backcountry rides.  It has it all; forests, flowers, creeks, snow, above treeline, expansive views, wildlife traces and historical significance.



A person who is committed to a given (usually extreme) lifestyle to the point of abandoning employment and other societal norms in order to pursue said lifestyle. Dirtbags can be distinguished from hippies by the fact that dirtbags have a specific reason for their living communaly and generally non-hygenically; dirtbags are seeking to spend all of their moments pursuing their lifestyle.

Urban Dictionary 

Who would’ve thought that the term “dirtbag” would become one of endearment?  The ever-evolving term still embraces the above definition but, on the whole, you don’t necessarily need to be unemployed and homeless to be considered a part of the dirtbag community anymore.

1185067_10151949969984180_2103682320_nThere are literally thousands of self-proclaimed dirtbags embracing the term and all it entails.  They live life to the fullest extent they can, honing their skills and searching for the next adrenaline rush.

So, here’s my problem:  Why are backcountry riders excluded?

In fact, its my experience that the outdoor community as a whole tends to exclude riders as members of the dirtbag crew.  While I’m sure part of it is the stigma that surrounds the mounted community (the same one that labels us as gun-toting, Copenhagen chewing, cowboy hat wearing, shit kicking hicks), I submit that we are of the same extreme, gutsy, carpe diem embracing, athletic caliber as any run-of-the-mill dirtbag.

11817279_10153680112749180_6867035685571912994_nYes, I do carry a gun, and wear a cowboy hat a lot of the time, and my significant other always has a dip in, and am often kicking shit off my boots, but why does that exclude me and my kind from the extreme outdoor sporting community?

So, with that, here are 5 solid reasons riders can be considered a legit part of the dirtbag community:



Yes, my fellow dirtbaggers, we riders are just as dedicated to our sport and our lifestyle as you are.  When you get up before dawn to hit the road to the trailhead, we’ve already been up for hours feeding the horses, loading the trailer, checking tire pressure and readying our gear.  See, we have a considerable amount of logistics to take into account outside of our daily goal and that takes time and preparation.

15089_10151984030579180_1310855075_nWhile a few exceptions exist, the majority of riders I’ve met (myself included) have been in the saddle from an early age – some of us were riding before we could walk.  Traditionally thought of as a “rich person sport,” those of us without the steady cash flow to afford it, did whatever we could to stay in the saddle.  We adapt to fill the need for horse hair and dirt – just as you do in order to climb El Capitan.

Unfortunately, while inevitably appealing, the unemployed-I-live-in-my-van lifestyle doesn’t lend itself to our culture.  Much like a child (though arguably more fun), we have a being dependent on us for food, shelter and water.  Most backcountry riders have at least 2 jobs to make this happen (currently, I have 4).  If that’s not dedication I don’t know what is.


940855_10154048180919180_4093242332917061510_nSure, we have a horse and that means we can carry a little bit more than you but, in truth, not much.  The fact of the matter is that, while pack strings are nice, they’re not a logical choice for many of the places we like to go (which just so happen to be many of the same places you like to go).  Having an extra horse or two, or even a llama, can be a definite advantage in certain circumstances but the majority of us hit the trail as a duo; 1 horse, 1 rider.

If you’re spending any amount of time in the backcountry, the same rules apply to riders as they do to backpackers.  Just as you do, we lighten our load, we make important decisions on what to include and what to cut and we do our best to make our packs comfortable.  The difference is, we not only have to pack and make our load comfortable for ourselves, but for our horses, too.

An ill fitting pack can rub, make your muscles unduly sore and lead to a truly crummy time on the trail.  As a rider, if your horse ends up with a saddle sore from an uneven or overweighted load, you’ll be carrying a 50lb saddle back along with your pack.  Needless to say, we’ve mastered the art of minimalism.


12079149_10153822412279180_1234049767084560464_nAs a dirtbag, you live for the days when you are miles away from anything remotely resembling civilization.  Backcountry riders do, too.  You relish the anti-social lifestyle and long to be in the silence of nature.  Backcountry riders do, too.  In fact, many of us prefer the company of our horse over the company of people (I know I do).

A purveyor of the outdoor lifestyle, you dirtbags often spend time giving back to the areas you spend time in.  Backcountry riders do, too.  While you may think of us as walking poop machines, riders are actually extremely active in maintaining their local areas and advocates for the wilderness areas we frequent.


While my horse may have a hard time scaling a rock face or catching a wave, there are very few places we can’t get to…one way or another.  It can be a challenge to find an equine partner with the balls to take on questionable river crossings, shaky, shale rock trails and above treeline storms without question.  When you do, you know you’ve got a lifer.

200090_10151731143044180_1551779171_nOn foot, all you need to worry about is getting yourself from point A to point B.  On horseback, we’re constantly looking ahead for the next obstacle and determining the best route for our four-legged counterpart.  If you’re lucky, you end up with a “beer drinking” horse who is an expert navigator but, even then, it’s still our duty to know what lies ahead.

When in route, there’s little that can stop a true dirtbag from reaching their goal.  Riders are no different – we might just have to get a little creative.


There is little else that can compare to the thrill of grabbing mane and trusting the 1100lb creature under you to carry you up a rocky face to a steep summit.  The 65306_10151633283199180_1170511237_nuneven ground beneath their feet wiggles and gives way between strides, your weight shifts in the saddle with each step and you glance backward for just a moment, forgetting the nearly 90 degree incline you’re on before turning back around quickly.

When you reach the top, you take a deep breath.  Your horse breathes heavy beneath you and you feel weak from the adrenaline coursing through your body.  He shifts his footing a bit as its still questionable and just then you realize if he shifts 2 more inches to the left, you’ll tumble down the way you came.  Oh lord, now you have to get back down…

When it comes down to it, we riders are just as dirtbag as the rest of you; we use the much of the same gear, travel the same trails and seek the same thrills.  So, why then, are we outcasts?  The outdoor community has long been inclusive of people from all walks of life, all backgrounds and all interests…except, seemingly, those of us on horseback.

If a voracious love of the outdoors is the basis of dirtbag life, then consider me, and my horse, a dirtbag.

Trail Report: Red Mountain Open Space

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Know Before You Go:

  • Trailhead: Red Mountain
  • Website: Red Mountain Open Space
  • Trail Map: Red Mountain Open Space/Soapstone Prairie
  • Length: 11.8 (our route, round-trip)
  • Closest Town: Wellington
  • Green Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Senior Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Barefoot Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Beer Friendly: Debatable…3.2% only (Regulations)
  • Firearm Friendly: No (Regulations)
  • Dog Friendly: No, this is a dog free open space (Regulations)
  • Obstacles: Gates (5 on our route), water, switchbacks, wildlife, bikers and hikers
  • Parking: Separate lot for horse trailers with 7 designated spaces
  • Water: None at trailhead, several stock tanks along the way and seasonal creek

The Nitty Gritty:

An unseasonably warm March day allowed for a chance to ride the trails at Red Mountain Open Space with a few good friends.  This ride had been on my radar for quite a while but during the prime riding months my attention is generally pointed toward the remote mountains.  Boy, am I glad we made it here!  This is a prime, start of season, conditioning ride with varying terrain and fantastic views.  Though its managed by Larimer County Open Space, it is far enough away from major hubs that use is sparse, making for a quiet day on the trail.  The trailhead is well marked along the way in, has bathrooms, picnic areas and there are trail maps available.  There are two separate parking areas – one for cars and one for horse trailers with seven designated (and very large) parking spaces.  No water was available at the trailhead that we could find, though there were several stock tanks and seasonal streams along the way.

Our route was a large loop around the whole open space area which left from a gate on the north end of the horse trailer lot along the Rising Sun Trail.  This trail merges with the Sinking Sun Trail which then takes you to a dry creek bed called the Big Hole Wash Trail.  While there are metal trail markers at most junctions directing you to the trail of your choice and maps at regular intervals along the way, your route once in the “wash” trails (all dry or mostly dry creek beds) are marked by encased rock columns (basically large cairns).  Keep your eye out for these as they will be your main directional beacons.  We turned Northeast once in the Big Hole Wash and followed this to the next junction at the Salt Lick Trail.  If you were on a bit of a time crunch or wanted to make your ride a bit shorter, you could follow the Salt Lick Trail to cut a bit off your loop, though we opted to stay on the Big Wash Trail and head to the Cheyenne Rim Trail.  This part of the Big Wash Trail turns into a narrow two-track road leading to a gate which denotes the transition to the Cheyenne Rim Trail.  From here, the trail begins to climb along the ridge, offering some amazing views and photo opportunities of the Mummy and Never Summer Ranges.  There are several more gates once you get to the top of the ridge and you’ll pass through some seasonal cattle leases as you cross over into Wyoming.  As you head back down the Cheyenne Rim Trail, you’ll enter a set of narrow switchbacks which can get a bit hairy if heights aren’t your thing.  The descent continues into a breathtaking red stone canyon where the trail meets the Ruby Wash Trail and heads South.  This trail weaves its way through a steep walled canyon that will make you think you’ve entered a 1950s western movie and John Wayne will surely be right around the corner.  The first junction you’ll come to once on the Ruby Wash Trail is the K-Lynn Cameron Trail which heads to the west and would make a nice additional loop to your ride if you had the time.  We did not so we kept moving south to meet up with the Big Hole Wash Trail again which heads to the East.  At this junction, there was a fair bit of water present in the washes and would make for some excellent water crossing practice if your horse was in need.  A little under a mile along the Big Hole Wash Trail and you’ll come to the junction of the Sinking Sun Trail on your right hand side which will take you up a small hill and head back south toward the parking areas.  The Rising Sun Trail (the one you started on) will split off to the left and this can be followed back to the trailer parking lot.  We opted to stay on the Sinking Sun Trail to the car parking lot since we needed a pit stop.

All in all, this trail exceeded my expectations.  You truly get a little bit of everything; rolling hills, beautiful vistas and Southwestern canyons.  A good portion of this trail is spent in sandy, dry creek bottoms and along flat, non-rocky terrain that allows plenty of opportunities for long trotting and loping (even a little bit of 4th gear if you’re into it).  Because of this, I’ve rated it as a barefoot friendly trail though there are some rocky areas that may worry the tender-footed horse owner.  Our route was just under 12 miles and we only passed 2 bikers and a handful of hikers along the way.  There was one other small group of riders on the trail but our paths never crossed once leaving the parking lot.  Keep in mind this trail is on the far, Northern border of Colorado and Wyoming and you spend a good deal of time exposed.  Wind is inevitable…bring layers.  This is an Open Space area and, therefore, has strict regulations on firearms and alcohol (among other things) so I encourage you to read the regulations for more info.  There are several trails at Red Mountain that are only open to hikers so take care when reading your map to make sure you don’t end up on a restricted trail.  The Red Mountain trails link into the Soapstone Prairie trails which is where the bison were released last fall.  You could easily make this into an all day ride and ride both areas.

Trail Report: North Fork Canadian Yurt & Kelly Lake

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Know Before You Go:

  • Trailhead: Jackson County Road 41 (8.5 miles from the entrance of State Forest State Park)
  • Websites:
  • Length: ~5.5 miles one way from North Fork Canadian Yurt
  • Closest Town: Walden
  • Green Horse Friendly: No
  • Senior Horse Friendly: Yes, depending on fitness
  • Barefoot Friendly: No
  • Beer Friendly: Yes (though there are times you’ll wish you had a cup holder)
  • Firearm Friendly: Yes
  • Dog Friendly: Yes (summer)
  • Obstacles: Gates, water, bridges, rocks, narrow trails, wildlife, dogs, hikers, bikers, livestock, hunters (depending on the season)
  • Parking: Circle drive, designated trailer parking (~6 spots)

The Nitty Gritty:

This ride took place a bit before the creation of Backcountry Horseman so forgive me that there’s not more exact mileage and notes!

August 2013: We, on a mid-week whim way back in 2013, decided to take a camping trip with the horses. Where to go? Well, we decided to make the trek across the divide through Cameron Pass to the severely underutilized State Forest State Park. This park is part of the Colorado State Park system and located just outside of the sprawling metropolis of Walden, CO. The drive itself is pretty darn awesome. If you’re coming from the east, you’ll head up the Poudre Canyon via CO Highway 14. Though there are several places to visit and get some grub on the way up the canyon, there are no gas stations to speak of so top off the tank prior to hitting the canyon.

This place is one of the few public places in Colorado that offers yurts and huts for its visitors to stay in. The yurts are subcontracted through a company called Never Summer Nordic and they handle all the reservations. They recently went through a change of ownership but when we went, horses were allowed at one yurt – the North Fork Canadian. Dogs are allowed at the yurts only during the summer months.  In the winter, the snow around the yurt is utilized for water since the river is frozen and they do their best to limit the “yellow snow” element.  There is a buck and rail fence surrounding the yurt with a gate and its about 100 yards from the North Fork Canadian River making for more than reasonable horse accomodations. The yurt itself is a little over a mile from the parking area so packing in supplies is totally doable if you’re staying a few days. There are horse pens and camping areas at the trailhead if you’d rather stay there (cheaper) and those reservations are through the Colorado State Parks website. The yurt is essentially a dry cabin. There are basic amenities like a wood stove (even in August, we were VERY glad we had this), pots, pans, utensils, bunk beds, wood and a small propane cooking stove. For you ladies who are like me, you don’t mind going in the woods but if you don’t have to, so much the better. Well, have no fear, there’s an outhouse (and a fairly nice one at that)!

There are several trails you can access from the yurt but we chose to head to Kelly Lake. If I remember correctly, it was about 5.5 miles one-way from the yurt and had an elevation gain of about 2000 feet. There are amazing aspen groves along the way, plenty of water and, when we went, the wildflowers were in no short supply. There was one half mile stretch of some very sketchy rock scrambling where we dismounted and led the horses (ours did fine but likely not green horse friendly). The lake itself is above treeline and in a bit of a craggy area but is quite picturesque. We saw multiple moose on this ride so be prepared! Also, be prepared for rain as our entire ride back to the yurt was spent in a deluge.

This was a fairly short visit for us so we didn’t get the chance to explore the other, numerous trails around the yurt.  I have yet to find a good map that focus solely on the State Forest State Park trails but most of the commercially available maps of the area have both the trails within the park and the yurts well documented.  I would suggest having one of those handy as the trails, in general, weren’t terribly well marked and there were many spur trails (likely from the free range cattle).  We highly recommend this combo though as it makes for a great, animal friendly weekend adventure.

Trail Report: Mount Margaret

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Know Before You Go:

  • Trailhead: Mount Margaret
  • Website: Mount Margaret Trailhead
  • Length: 6.5 miles (our route, round-trip)
  • Closest Town: Red Feather Lakes, CO
  • Green Horse Friendly: Yes (if they’re ok with water crossings)
  • Senior Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Barefoot Horse Friendly: Yes
  • Beer Friendly: Yes
  • Firearm Friendly: Yes
  • Dog Friendly: Yes
  • Obstacles: water, gates, wildlife, dogs, hikers and bikers
  • Parking: 5 designated trailer parking spaces with circle drive

The Nitty Gritty:

6/9/2015:  While I’m undeniably happy that our state is receiving much needed rainfall, this also means many of the trails on my radar are still under several feet of snow. That said, we decided to try out the Mount Margaret Trail with some hesitation. Being fairly close to Ft. Collins, that it was free fishing weekend and that it was not raining for the first time in weeks, I expected this trail to be jam packed with outdoor enthusiasts. I am pleased to announce this was not the case! While on the trail, we passed only a handful of people (a few with dogs) and no other horses. A few of the trails allowed bikes though we did not see any.

This is by far the nicest trailer parking at any trailhead I’ve been to yet. There are 5 designated, pull-through spots with a circle drive which makes for an easy exit. Side note – don’t park where we did. The “no parking” signs were down on the ground so we didn’t see them right off and we made the adjustment after the pic was taken. There are clean, vault toilet at the trailhead along with two hitching racks. I did not see any water at the parking lot but there is a creek along the trail.

This is a well maintained, easy riding trail that would be good for riders of most levels. Green horses should do ok so long as they aren’t opposed to water. Lone Pine Creek is running pretty darn high currently and we both got our feet wet going through it (see pictures). No bridges that we came across but there are a fair number of gates to deal with (great option if you want to practice your gate skills so long as you don’t get lapped by hikers like we did while trying to win an argument with your horse…). We saw LOTS of fresh moose tracks so just a reminder that it’s calving season and they’re not the friendliest of creatures. Also, in the several hours we were on the trail, we had sun, rain and hail so come prepared!

From the parking lot, you’ll start by going through a portion of burned forest and come to Lone Pine Creek about 0.7 miles in. As I mentioned, it’s much larger than normal currently and gets unexpectedly deep in the middle so take it slow. It’s 1.4 miles to the first gate. After going through this gate, you’ll have the option to continue on the main trail (979) or turn left onto a spur that leads you to a T for 503 or East Dowdy Lake trail. We took this spur to he left and then another left onto East Dowdy Lake trail (503). From here you’ll follow a relatively wide trail to another gate. If you continue through the gate, at 2 miles (from the parking lot) you’ll see a small trail heading to he right which takes you to Dowdy Lake. We made it to the lake just to check it out and then turned around. Once back through the gate, we kept straight on 503 (this is a good area to let your horse stretch their legs a bit) and at 3 miles you’ll note some cool rock formations on your right. Go another half mile and you’ll come to a large intersection. From here you can go to the left (9 o’clock) to check out the frog pond (503.1), straight (1 o’clock) to Mount Margaret or right (5 o’clock) to the main trail (979). There is another right (3 o’clock) that was originally the Loop A (503c) you see on the maps. We did take this but it appears the forest service is making attempts to restore this area so we didn’t continue. All in all the route we took was about 6.5 miles.