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Some places are too wild, too breathtaking, and too vital to be lost.
This is one of them.
High-country grasslands, Alpine peaks, Wild rivers, Elk and pronghorn still roam free.
And the silence?
It's still out here. We’ve built a way for you to conserve this land and experience it in a way
No one else can.
The land stays wild
Ranching and great food stay viable for generations
Nature and culture thrive together
This is your invitation to join the story
Help shape the future of Land, Wildlife, and The American West
We’re not developers. Not real estate brokers.
We’re stewards, and we’re not here to build condos, sell out to the highest bidder, or start another land-use shouting match.
We built the Wild Lands Legacy Club to protect what matters most,
by inviting the right people to be part of something real.
Yes, conservation organizations and government agencies are trying.
But they're stuck in gridlock, politics, and underfunded mandates.
One that can move fast. Scale with integrity. Adapt.
A model built by doers and humble innovators.
That’s what we’re building, starting with this ranch.
And not stopping there.
Because wild places don’t just deserve protection.
Wild Places deserve innovation and impactful collaboration.
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This is your invitation to join the story
Help shape the future of Land, Wildlife, and The American West
This is your invitation to join the story
Help shape the future of Land, Wildlife, and The American West
I grew up outside.
Not in some metaphorical “we spent summers camping” way. I mean really outside, barefoot in the dirt, climbing trees, building forts, fishing at sunrise, and falling asleep to the sound of crickets. My parents made sure of that. Nature wasn’t a vacation; it was part of who we were.
Then life happened.
Somewhere between scaling a business, endless meetings, and keeping up with all the things, the wild got pushed to the background. I’d catch myself daydreaming about those long hikes, the smell of campfire smoke clinging to my clothes, the feeling of standing on an open ridge line with nothing but sky above me
We kept talking about getting back to nature.
Taking the kids on more adventures. Hell, maybe even buying a ranch. But let’s be real, running a business is enough of a commitment. The last thing I needed was another full-time job managing land, dealing with upkeep, or figuring out how to run cattle.
What I wanted—what my family needed—was the experience, not the responsibility.
It wasn’t just a timeshare in the woods. It wasn’t a resort trying to manufacture “rustic charm.” It was the real damn thing
A place where we could be part of something authentic, without the baggage that comes with owning a property outright.
Now?
✔ The kids get to roam free, just like I did growing up.
✔ We get real time together; no distractions, no schedules, just wide-open space.
✔ Mornings start with coffee on the porch, watching elk move through the valley.
✔ Afternoons are for riding horses, fishing the river, and learning what it means to actually live off the land.
✔ Evenings end with whiskey by the fire, swapping stories under a sky full of stars.
And the best part? I don’t have to lift a damn finger to maintain it. No logistics. No upkeep. No hidden headaches that turn a dream into a chore.
And if you’ve ever felt that pull back to the wild,
if you’ve ever thought, someday, I’ll make this happen, maybe this is your time too.
One my family will carry forward for generations.
This isn’t a vacation. It’s not a rental. It’s a legacy,
I know exactly where to go.
Now, when I need a reset, when I need to get away from the madness and just breathe,
This time, I pulled the trigger.
But not this time.
while life kept pulling me in a hundred other directions.
Another year of talking about doing something,I almost let another year slip by.