The Flying U has also long been a part of the Cariboo community. On Saturday night, the ranch invites locals and non-guests to join us for dinner, live music, and line dancing. It’s the kind of scene where you might meet a retired fighter pilot, the owner of a winery, or a local who discovered the Cariboo as a tourist and moved up here to embrace the lifestyle, too. We sing and dance thanks to a fantastic local band called the Blue Wranglers, who entertain their own families as well as ours. I chat to ranch volunteers who were former guests, and share meals with a family who has been coming here since their teenagers were in diapers. Guests can reserve the same cabin each year, and even the same horse, and many of them do.
After our final ride, Galileo brushes down Misty for the last time, and I catch him having an emotional moment with the first horse he’ll ever ride, but thanks to this positive experience, certainly not the last. Later, I find him on the back of the tractor, feeding hay to the spotted Buck and big, strong Blackie. He’s made human friends, too, as have I.
Along with the lake, fantastic staff, community spirit and outdoor beauty, it helps explain why people keep coming back to the Flying U, year after year, generation after generation. Giddy up.