The Continental Divide has torn apart more families than Thanksgiving, wild dogs, and Family Feud combined.  Mend some fences, bond with estranged friends and family, and let mud heal your gaping emotional wounds at The Dirty Dash Colorado.

Though you’re more than welcome to brave the course alone, just like therapy and hugs, it’s better in groups…and it generally ends with tears of joy muffled in your best friend’s meaty shoulder.

Leave your golf pants and tennis skirts at home—there ain’t no etiquette here.  We despise proper grammar, clean bodies, and good hygiene.  Instead of a polite golf clap, we expect a bellow that will shake Pike’s Peak.  Instead of freshly-lotioned, clean-shaven faces, we expect beards, ‘staches, and mutton chops…except for the ladies.  And if you even think about ending a sentence with a preposition…..wait, no…that one’s OK.

You’ve proven by living in Colorado that you defy basic laws of biology: you don’t need oxygen to function.  Now defy the basic laws of running and relationships: push your friends in the mud, drag their names through it, and sling it like your favorite Congressman.  The Dirty Dash will take you and your friends to a Rocky Mountain High that doesn’t require an intervention or a visit from a friendly DEA agent…but don’t blame us for the withdrawals when you’re done.