About the Wagon Box

The Wagon Box stands as a rugged outpost in the Wyoming mountains, a place I came to possess — to build something new, something necessary for the fractured time we inhabit. It’s a focal point for a brotherhood of men, skeptics of the Machine and its hollow promises, yet men of faith who dare to forge a better way. Here, where two trout streams carve through ponderosa pines and the air carries the bite of vitality, we gather: homesteaders and literati, rebel coders and ascetics, founders and freedom lovers, all drawn by a shared hunger for the good, the true, and the beautiful—for the Kingdom of Heaven.

I’ve entrusted this vision to the Fraternal Order of the Wagon, a fellowship of literary outdoorsmen bound by loyalty, character, and a commitment to renew American culture. We hold and steward this land, its resources, and its possibilities for the Order’s flourishing. This isn’t a retreat from the world but a launching point—a clearinghouse of ideas, a catalyst for collaboration, a haven for friendship forged in conversation around fireplaces, over bison and wine, beneath a starlit sky. Membership opens a door to the lodge and library, the corral and campground, the bar where brass gleams and live music hums, and, most of all, to a network of serious, spirited men who see opportunity and choose to act.

This began as a hunch in the wake of Covid, when I found myself—a former infantryman turned agrarian turned real estate man—semi-retired on the Yellowstone River, wrestling with the threads of a splintered culture. I bought this rustic restaurant and resort in Story, Wyoming, in 2022, aiming to turn it into a cultural node for a ragtag alliance of doomer optimists and dissidents. Since then, we’ve hosted retreats and gatherings—small at first, just a dozen guys huddled over coffee and elk, now growing into something more. The Wagon Box has become a common bond for unlikely allies: tech utopians and Butlerian homesteaders, Christian universalists and edgy realists, all wrestling with the tensions of a post-institutional age. Here, trust is built not in echo chambers but in the flesh—through icy plunges, jam sessions, prayer circles, and the clink of glasses in a screen-free tavern.

Membership in the Fraternal Order of the Wagon is an invitation to join this adventure, to shape its lore as it grows into an intergenerational institution. It’s for men who grasp the spirit of this mission and are eager to collaborate and grow with men of character. We encourage you to apply now and step into a brotherhood that offers not just a cabin by the stream or a dusty volume from the library ladder, but a stake in a distributed community with the resources, skills, and camaraderie to face whatever comes. Together, we’ll ride horses into the mountains, cast flies over rushing waters, and build something enduring—something worth passing down.