High Country Hay

In the alpine elevations of southern Colorado, the climate can be harsh, the scenery spectacular and the good life within reach for those willing to work for it.


The beads of perspiration forming on Monte Innes’ forehead are swelling but not yet heavy enough to succumb to gravity.

It is early August, a sunny 80 degrees Fahrenheit, and he’s leaning against a large square bale amid a 480-acre strip of land along the Ohio Creek, north of Gunnison, in south-central Colorado. “This is a real harsh area to work in,” says Monte, 43, who cuts and bales hay on nearly 6,000 acres tucked piecemeal into high, arid mountain valleys up to an hour-and-a-half apart. He and wife, Julie, also run a 300-head cow herd on their own ranch near Saguache.

“The cold can settle into this valley here in the winter and it’ll be 35 below for days,” says Monte. “Every valley has its own microclimate, and in the spring and summer, rainfall can vary tremendously from one hay field to the next all within a few miles of each other. You just kind of roll with the punches.”

We’ll have to take his word on all those difficulties, because on this particular day the Ohio Creek Valley resembles paradise. Mountains rise up around us on three sides. Most grand are the Anthracites directly to the north. It’s not surprising to learn the famed skiing community of Crested Butte is on the other side of the peaks.

Acres worth of grass have already been cut and laid down by Monte

In an adjacent field, Julie is running the baler, dropping large rectangular blocks in her wake. In the valley itself lush grasses—timothy, red top, brome and clover—fed by recent, unusually heavy rains, beg to be harvested.

Julie and Monte have worked together since they were married. Their geographically far-flung operations rely on them and only two additional full-time employees. The couple met more than 17 years ago when she was working as an equine nutritionist at a feed store where Monte occasionally delivered hay.

“My first impression of Monte was not that good,” says Julie. “I thought he was egotistical.” She gives a quick laugh. “He still is, actually, but now I’m used to it.”

Monte is more colorful. “She thought I was a jackass,” he confides. “Honestly, it didn’t help that on one of those hay deliveries I threw a bale on her. It was dark and I didn’t know she was standing next to the trailer.”

Thinking differently

It wasn’t until another delivery, when a steady rain forced them to wait and talk awhile, that Julie began to think differently of him. They dated two years before marrying. Both were committed to running a ranch and working for themselves. They bought their ranch near Saguache, got into the hay business as a way to feed their own animals and haven’t looked back.

The Ohio Creek Valley, where they are working today, is a prime locale for vacation and retirement homes for the wealthy, as well as good hay-growing land near waterways that feed essential irrigation. In many of the fields here, almost unseen and narrow enough they can easily be driven over, are thin channels dug into the ground more than a century ago. Periodically, gates are opened through which water is diverted from Ohio Creek.

During a break, McKensie and Rosie run through the cut grass. McKensie climbs on a bale. “I just like being out here with the hay even though it hurts my allergies,” she says. “My mom brings snacks for me because we won’t have dinner till we get home really late.”

The summer routine consists of hard work, but Julie loves being able to get up in the morning with McKensie and go horseback riding. And McKensie’s curiosity about everything on the ranch is unflagging.

McKensie loves playing in the High Country Hay

“She questions everything,” says her dad. “McKensie wants to know why something is growing the way it is. She even wanted to inspect a calf that had died. She really takes it all in stride.”

Other than the allergies, McKensie is very healthy. “I never thought it was going to be this way when she was born,” says Monte.

McKensie was born prematurely—at 26 weeks—weighing only 1 pound, 3 ounces. Monte Innes extends his cupped overlapping hands, approximating the size and shape of a cereal bowl.

“I could hold McKensie right in there when she was born,” he says of his and Julie’s only child.

To say circumstances were tough is an understatement. McKensie was in the hospital for 100 days—and Julie was there the entire time. Monte had to keep the ranch working all the while.

The experience instilled a new appreciation for what they have now. “Julie and I talk about how we get to look at this all the time as part of our job,” says Monte, nodding toward the mountains—as well as their daughter. As McKensie has thrived and grown, so has their family business.

In addition to making hay for more than 90 customers of their own and raising cattle, they also purchase, broker and truck hay for others.

The market has been good

“The value of hay has tripled and even increased four-fold in recent years,” says Monte. The best quality hay they cut and bale can sell for $350 per ton to high-end horse owners. Not too long ago, the same hay would have sold for $80 per ton.

Everyone may have been sweating an hour before, but as the sun slips below the Flat Tops range to the west, the warmth of the day turns to a quick chill. We head into Gunnison for dinner at The Old Miner.

Over mountain rainbow trout and chicken fried steak we share stories about tossed hay bales and the area’s spectacular scenery. At one point, McKensie leans toward me. “I’ve really been looking forward to you coming.”

“We certainly have been too,” I tell her.


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