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It was the summer after my freshman year of college when my best friend and I packed up the truck and drove the 18 hours to northern Colorado to find the only ranch that had agreed to take us both. Though we'd been to the mountains a few times before, we still yelled in excitement when the Rockies first came into view around a corner outside of Raton, and could hardly keep our eyes on the road as we wound deep into mountain valleys that were just emerging from mud season. We were on our way to The Home Ranch to wrangle for the summer, even though our previous horseback riding experience had mostly been limited to small arenas, wooden jumps, and English saddles. We had absolutely no idea what to expect, but when I woke up in a hotel in Littleton the day we were supposed to arrive, I felt like I was on the brink of everything.

Looking back on pictures from those first days is hilarious to me now - everything crisp and clean, the chinks unblemished, the pants way too high, the cowboy hat stiff and unused. I knew nothing about Western riding or lifestyle and had much to learn, but now, over four years later, I can't stop going back. Despite finishing college and entering medical school, I still managed to put in a fifth summer this season and have already flown back to Colorado twice since the semester began. I thought I would get a lecture from my parents about my less-than-discriminatory use of loan money, but my mom just shook her head in resignation and said that it's still probably cheaper for me to fly out for visits than paying the tuition if I had entered medical school out-of-state.

While the guests have been, for the most part, incredibly interesting and entertaining, it's the people I've lived and worked with that keep me coming back. The intensity and intimacy of working at a guest ranch makes for relationships that are quickly formed and quickly tested. You work hard, you play hard; you eat, drink, sweat, laugh, and cry together. And that's just in the first week. I had always looked forward to medical school for the legendary camaraderie supposedly found with your peers, but outside of my small group of roommates and study buddies, I'm still better friends with the people I worked with for six weeks this past summer than many of the classmates I've known for over a year now. It's neither their fault, though, nor mine. It's simply the difference between sitting in a classroom and galloping side by side through open country; between a quiet library in Galveston and hanging off of a cliff face on Seedhouse Rd; between a PBL session and swing dancing under a mountain sunset at the hot springs. I also constantly miss the small community where I now know enough permanent residents to feel the beginnings of a sense of belonging...I've helped neighbors move their cows, interned for a month with a family doctor in town, played summer league soccer, learned to rope from the ranch's horse trainer, danced around like crazy with the locals at jam band concerts on the river. It's enough to where I sometimes feel like I've left my real life behind for this one of days spent locked in a library, staring at a computer screen.

In the end, being a doctor is what I'm meant to be, and it's probably about time to wean myself from seasonal work. Still, I can't keep my mind from wandering away from the lecture on pulmonary function testing to the vivid colors and emotions of Colorado - the raw energy of a young colt beneath me on a brisk morning as a hundred horses charge across the meadow below us, riding in a western saddle of my own, hat now dirty and broken in, my chinks criss-crossed with scars from branches and barbed wire, the sun just rising over the Continental Divide. I wasn't born into this life and hell, maybe I'm just as bad as the dudes, playing cowgirl for a few months before running back to the city. But I like to think it's something special that I can work a 14 hour day up there and enjoy it so much that I still do a double take whenever I get a check for it. The mountains, ranching...they're now in my heart and soul, if not in my blood. And I will be forever changed by that.

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Comment by Leo Anderson on October 2, 2010 at 11:28pm

Thank you for sharing your wonderful experiences as a seasonal employee with us all. It is very inspirational because you are striving to become a doctor but seem to be drawn back to working on that ranch in Colorado every summer. I am sure you will make a great Doctor some day. Maybe you can find a job as a Doctor working at or by a National Park, Ranch or Resort? Thanks again for sharing your experiences!


Comment by Darren Helms on September 5, 2010 at 8:09am
my grandparents introduced me to the mountains when I was about 5yrs old. we camped, fished and explored the bighorn mts. in wyoming each summer untill I was 19, and had to work. I`ve never forgotten the smell of the pines on a fresh cool morning,or the power of a trout in my hand ,fresh from the cold stream! now some 25yrs later my wife and I go back to these places, and I get to relive my youth! I still get butterflies when my mountains come into view through our windshield. we always stop 1/2 way up just so I can feel and smell the mountains. your right the mountains do become a part of you, heart and soul. they call me back each summer, that is one call I never want to miss!! thanks for sharing your story; Darren
Comment by aggie71 on August 29, 2010 at 4:12am
Find a way to do both ... we need doctors, but we need cowgirls too!
Comment by Dawna Raven sky on August 28, 2010 at 9:31pm
heartwarming and inspiring insight into the adventures we experience.
Comment by jon youngblood on August 25, 2010 at 10:00am
Comment by Cathy Parks on August 24, 2010 at 11:12pm

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