MaggieBeneath the wide, endless skies of western Montana, where golden light spills across rolling meadows and the air carries the scent of pine and woodsmoke, Paws Up Montana hosted its highly anticipated Cowgirl Fall Roundup. An immersive experience where women from across the country come together to reconnect with nature, adventure, and themselves.
Each morning began in a hush of soft light and anticipation. Riders met at dawn, their breath mingling with the mist as they saddled up for long, winding rides through aspen groves and open range. The horses, steady and surefooted, carried guests across sweeping valleys and into forests alive with autumn color. Every trail offered something different—a distant mountain vista, a whisper of wind through tall grass, a quiet moment of awe that made time stand still.
For those seeking variety beyond the saddle, the days unfolded with an irresistible rhythm of exploration and indulgence. Guests tried their hand at fly fishing on crystal-clear rivers, where the water shimmered in tones of blue and silver beneath the afternoon sun. Others hiked along secluded paths, gathered wildflowers, or lingered over art workshops inspired by the western landscape. And always, there was laughter—easy, genuine, and contagious—the sound of friendship blooming under a vast Montana sky.
When the sun dipped low and the sky turned a painter’s palette of pink and violet, evenings at Paws Up took on their own kind of magic. Fires crackled as guests gathered to share stories and sip wine, their cheeks still glowing from the day’s adventures. World-class chefs crafted unforgettable meals—locally sourced, beautifully plated, and served with a side of unpretentious hospitality. Think slow-braised meats, roasted root vegetables, and desserts so decadent they silenced the table for a blissful moment.
By the weekend’s end, the Cowgirl Fall Roundup had become more than just an event—it was a soulful retreat. A reminder of how the landscape can heal, how community can inspire, and how adventure—no matter your age or experience—always feels a little more magical from the back of a good horse.
At Paws Up, autumn doesn’t just arrive—it awakens. And for every woman lucky enough to ride beneath those copper-colored skies, the memory of Montana lingers long after the last ember fades.