Uploaded July 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
As we swung into our saddles at the Ghost Ranch corrals and checked our stirrup lengths, the afternoon sun cast long, dramatic shadows against the towering yellow and red cliffs. Pierce turned back in his saddle, tipped his hat to the girls, and began to unspool the dark, fascinating history of the ground our horses were treading upon. Long before it was a sanctuary for artists, educators, and hikers, this isolated valley held a sinister reputation among the early Spanish settlers and local tribes, who knew it as Rancho de los Brujos—the Ranch of the Witches.
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As we swung into our saddles at the Ghost Ranch corrals and checked our stirrup lengths, the afternoon sun cast long, dramatic shadows against the towering yellow and red cliffs. Pierce turned back in his saddle, tipped his hat to the girls, and began to unspool the dark, fascinating history of the ground our horses were treading upon. Long before it was a sanctuary for artists, educators, and hikers, this isolated valley held a sinister reputation among the early Spanish settlers and local tribes, who knew it as Rancho de los Brujos—the Ranch of the Witches.
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