ABOUT THE LAND
Welcome to Wild mountain
A Place of Magic
Sitting adjacent to national forest land, this magical place, high in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado is home to an abundance of wildlife, wildflowers, and expansive sky.
The land here is filled with rolling hills and valleys, beautiful trees and birds, and unreal views of the Continental Divide.
A Place of Connection
This is a place of deep quiet, sometimes broken in the night by a Great Horned Owl or a pack of coyotes in the distance.
It’s a place of raw beauty, a place to connect to the land, the sun, the moon, and a billion stars.
It’s a place to come and dream, walk the land, find its story and yours, and find your own place of belonging on the earth.
the Tabeguache Ute people
Wild Mountain is land of the Tabeguache Ute people and other indigenous tribes who traveled through this area of the Colorado Rockies. The Ute lived and hunted in this abundant land of elk, buffalo, deer, and bear before the white settlers came and forced them toward reservations in southwest Colorado.
Welcome to the land
How to Get here
The land itself is a 2.5 hour drive southwest of Denver or 3 hours from Denver International Airport. The nearest town is Buena Vista, Colorado. Buena Vista boasts a small, mountain town vibe, and has several delicious eateries and breweries. It also has unparalleled mountain biking and local hot springs. If you want to learn more about the location and towns in the region please visit our FAQ page.
Enjoy your stay
Find a secluded place to camp among the pine and aspen trees during one of our scheduled programs and trainings.
welcome Home
This land of rolling hills
is calling you
while mountains rise
from spring fog
an orchestra of wild flowers
and song birds return
unfurling
electric green aspen leaves.
Hummingbirds sing to
summer rainbows with
warm sun on pine bark
evoking smells of childhood
while afternoon clouds gather
thunder cracks
and evening falls.
Light transforms golden forests
as darkness descends
holding constellations
of stars and footprints
of those who have gone before
who knew in their bones
the potent gifts
of dormant seeds.
Elk and bighorn bed down
as falling snow blankets silence
community gathers and awaits
as embers of winter fires hiss
crackling flames and sparks of
inspiration
paint mountains pink
in sunrise.
This land is calling
and all your ancestors
are beckoning, waiting
to welcome you
home again.
