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Not Just Any Saloon

 Every establishment of family and friends needs that one central gathering place. The place that everyone feels safe to be themselves. I grew up in a family of Italians, so naturally ours was the kitchen. Some of the best memories are centered around the table, everyone talking over one another, laughing uncontrollably, and of course mass amounts of food. At Paradise, The French Creek Saloon is more than just a bar.

Always Something New to Discover

The first breath of pure mountain air blended with the sweet aroma of lupine is engraved in my memory from my first ride I took at Paradise. Coming from the Midwest, the majority of my riding had been through wooded areas, open meadows and arena work. As I first loped across the mesa into a horizon of snow capped peaks, Wyoming felt like home for the first time.

An Oasis

As we stay bundled in our layers, I dream in anticipation of the ear-to-ear smiles that sprinkle into Paradise every Sunday from June until September. The image of people exiting their cars or hopping out of our shuttles and letting the first glimpse of the beauty of our valley sink in is guaranteed to refresh me for a new week of guests. After plane rides or road trips, Paradise creates a perfect oasis from the outside world.

Workin' Hard for Our Guests!

  Throughout the summer, as guests found out that I was staying at the ranch over the winter, nine times out of ten I was greeted with one response: “You better get a hobby!”. I even had a guest offer to teach me how to knit! There were also a few promises I made to some annual guests that I would be able to play guitar when they returned next summer. Well, now that I am two months into my first winter at Paradise, I can respond with proof that our day to day jobs here at the ranch do in fact keep us quite busy.

A Glimpse of Winter in Paradise

    Growing up in the Chicago, I know how to deal with snow. I can drive in it; I can live with horizontal winds blowing it in my face; I can even join in on the universal frustration from every person on the road forgetting how to drive with only the first dusting. As mentally prepared as I felt for experiencing a Wyoming mountain winter, waking up to 18 inches of snow on September 27th with no power was still a shock. What had I gotten myself into?

A Goodbye to Family Weeks

It is an odd realization to walk into the dining room the morning of August 25th and not be greeted by contagious giggles, smiles lacking two front teeth, clusters of teens chatting about inside jokes made at camp-out and miniature cowboys walking around the cereal buffet. Just as the aspens begin to shift into their autumn beauty, the Paradise crowd gains a new atmosphere as we say goodbye to the kids and begin our adult weeks at the ranch.

Independence Day!

We had our annual Independence Day extravaganza yesterday. There were plenty of fun activities and great food. Mother Nature threw us a slight curveball, but we waited it out and had a great time anyway.

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