The Big Horn Mountain Roundup trail ride has been going on in the Big Horn Mountains since 1965. For four days and three rides, men from all over the nation come out to ride the trails of Wyoming together. Though the numbers aren't what they once were, the tradition of brotherhood, freedom, and fun is still going strong.
The ride takes a different route every year. This year it was in Elgin park, in the southeast quadrant of the Big Horns.
I was not real sure what to expect as I rolled in early Thursday morning. But my buddy Pete, who is one of those in charge of this thing, said to come up for the day and join in. So we did.
First stop was getting a leather name tag.
Chief was all ready to roll.
A good group of riders from all over. I met guys from Florida, Pennsylvania, California, Arizona, Utah, Montana, Ohio, as well as our locals.
Fun stuff. New country.
We stopped once in the morning to stretch our legs. Then again for lunch. This is a well oiled machine. They guys meet us at each stopping point with beverages and lunch.
The pulled pork was a welcome site.
After a nice lunch and a good break, we were back in the saddle and riding.
Cool country. The Forest Service is cutting down any conifer trees in aspen areas to help the aspens rebound. Seems to be working.
The ride was great, but not a walk in the park. Most of the guests rode outfitters' stock.
Right before the end, Pete pulled myself and a couple other guys out to help him scout-out one leg of a trail he still needed to mark for Saturday’s ride.
Pete used to have the lease on this land and run his cows up here. He knows the country well and where would make a good trail ride.
Jumped two bull moose!
Then the sky opened up. Downpour!
About 4pm, we rolled back into camp.
Well done, ol' son.
Before dinner, the clouds broke and the sun came out. Just in time for the lowering of the flag ceremony and prayer before the meal.
Rack of ribs. Good stuff.
Fun time and great opportunity. I'm super thankful I took advantage of it. Met some great men and saw some beautiful country. I'm glad traditions like this still live. This kind of freedom is what this country was founded for. When we saddle up and ride like this, we appreciate all we've been given and the sacrifices it takes to ensure it. Praise God for this land that I love!

















































