Way out among the red rocks and towering saguaros of the Superstition Mountains, after miles and miles of single-lane dirt switchbacks, we arrived at Milepost 227: The closest thing The Ranch Salt River has to an address. Out here, the air is clean and clear, the land is measured in sections rather than acres, and the commitment to keeping western traditions alive is as strong as the commitment required to get here.
In other words, the perfect environment to put our latest collection of hard-wearing shirts, rugged denim and handcrafted boots—not to mention legendary straw hats—to the test. |
