I was a camper at H-Bar-G in 1963 when it was an all-girls summer camp. For six glorious weeks when I was 15 years old, I had my own Palomino, which was a very big deal for a city kid from Chicago.
We rode twice a day enjoying the beauty of the Rocky Mountains, wooded trails, and wide-open meadows. It was one of the best summers of my life. I hope it continues to bring joy and priceless memories for everyone who has had the good fortune to have found such a special place.
- Ellen Passman (Orlando, Florida )