During a recent stay at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs,
|View from our window|
|View from our building|
|View from hotel|
|View of Cheyenne mountains from hotel|
The rustic (no running water or flushable toilets) and charming Stables at the Broadmoor, which of course weren't AT the Broadmoor, were a scenic drive up one mountain, down the other side, and halfway up the next mountain.
|On the way to the ranch|
|View from Old Stage Road|
The five mile drive up Old Stage Road took 40 minutes due to the constant mountain switchbacks, and also due to me having to pull over every few minutes to gape at the unbelievably gorgeous mountain views.
Scott, who lives and works at the ranch, was my guide on the mountain trail
|Our guide, with my horse's ear in corner|
Scott referred to the 30 plus horses on the ranch as "his children" and his personally owned guide horse, Diesel, was thoughtfully catered to and petted by his human as he proudly related how the seven year old Diesel ("Isn't he a beautiful and unusual color? The color of black gold---'Diesel!'") came to be in Scott's life.
|Scott and Diesel|
|Crossing a creek, pronounced "crick"|
|The first guy we saw on the trail|
|The boy elk were wearing their summer velvet|
|"Toughy" the buffalo|
|Henry wearing curb bit, western bridle and saddle, and me in my DQ attire|