A hint of mystery and magic still hangs transparent in the air. Once at the Roost the feeling is that you have literally disappeared of the face of the earth. Less than a thousand years ago a shy, reclusive people built against the mesa tops, forted up against who knows what enemy, then they vanished. Quite recently, Butch Cassidy and his Wild Bunch and other hunted men found this, the West's last best place to escape to. Their era passed quickly but they left their aura on the lovely raw-boned land.
Wild country breeds hardy people.
Roost cowboys take pride in the skills of their trade, the quality and condition of their horses and livestock, on their hospitality and enjoy sharing their way of life such as instructing in riding and horse care, showing how to read cow tracks, or being good company by the camp-fire. They are better than fair hands at local geography, flora and fauna. Best of all, maybe, they tend to laugh a lot. J. Frank Dobie called this sort of people 'out of the old rock'. Rides on the Roost are of infinite variety.