Nearly 30 years back, I drove our three children from coastal South Carolina to southern California and back. As we explored National Parks, other sites and small towns, we drove through and visited Colorado, from east to west and then from west to east.
My wife flew home from San Diego, and I was driving the kids back on my own, when one of our sons broke his wrist badly in Telluride. We lingered a few days as he recovered in the hospital. And the mountains grew on me again, as they had when my wife and I got started in Telluride, back in 1982. I didn’t want to leave but had to get the kids back to school and their mom.
A map showed me how to see the mountains for an extra hour or two while still making progress toward Wichita and the kids’ grandmother. At the tiny town of Cotopaxi, along U.S. 50 and the Arkansas River, I took a right, climbing from Bighorn Sheep Canyon into the Wet Mountain Valley and CO 69 South. The stunning Sangre de Cristo Range rose to our right for some 70 miles en route to Walsenburg, where lonely CO 10 angled us back to U.S. 50 East.
As we topped a rise, I saw the red roofs of the Historic Beckwith Ranch. I stopped and made a picture of its Victorian architecture, with those red roofs standing against a gray sky and stunning peaks. The slide that resulted was OK, but the scene stuck in my head.
And a dozen years later, as we searched for a new home in eastern Colorado, it was still right there, coloring my vision. It helped bring me back to Westcliffe, which we’ve called home since 2013.
During our first years here, I stopped often to make pictures of the ranch buildings with the Sangres behind – at sunset, at dawn, under amazing clouds and even under the Milky Way. It was a venue for the Wet Mountain Western Pilgrimage, which we helped stage for a couple years, highlighting the history and culture of our community. There, a re-enactor played Mrs. Beckwith, telling tales of the house, of life in the late 19th Century near a boomtown, and about her philandering husband, who helped create one of the first large ranches to ship beef east and even served as Colorado’s lieutenant governor.
In 2025, the nonprofit foundation that has preserved the old ranch house, outbuildings and a few acres of the property, asked me to make photographs to help market the property for events, especially weddings.
I didn’t hesitate. I hope these pictures from the past 15 years move you as the scenes there have moved me. All are available as signed prints. Please let me know your interest via our contact form. You can learn more about the Historic Beckwith Ranch by clicking here.
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