You know how it goes . . . the best laid plans and all. I have a big goal for this next year with lots of steps along the way but have hit a stumbling block and need some opinions. First some background: I’ve got over 1000 endurance miles now and have done 50s on 4 different horses (my first endurance horse was retired due to DSLD but he sure taught me a lot!). I am a completer, not a competer, and tend to finish near the back of the pack, especially when on a new horse. I’ve owned horses for over 30 years (I was in the womb when I got my first . . . .yeah right!). The horse I have the lofty goals for is Boomer. He’s about 12 now and had done some long trail riding in his previous life but I don’t know much more than that. He’s an Arab cross of some sort. I call him an “Auctionabian” since I bought him on impulse (gut instinct really) for the grand sum of $425 at a local auction in late April 2006. He has completed 4 for 4 50s prior to now, with the 1st 50 occurring Feb 9th, 2007. As I started conditioning him, I decided to just start him in 50s because I was concerned that he had some “quit” in him. My concerns were justified when in the 3rd loop of his 4 loop 1st 50, he stopped and refused to go forward when the trail came into sight of camp before going back out for the last 3 miles of the loop (he did back up quite well though!). I led him down the trail for a bit and then got back on and he went fine. He did go out with some urging for his final loop that day and finished in fine, albeit slow, form. At his 2nd 50, he decided he knew the game and fought me for 42 miles and then had problems recovering. We walked the final 8 miles and eeked through the final check for a completion with 30 mins left on the clock. Fortunately he learned his lesson and he was most cooperative at his next 2 50s! He has been very business-like whenever I ride him; playing up just isn’t something he does (maybe on a rare occasion but it’s short-lived) and I was able to walk out at the start of the ride this past weekend on a loose rein and he was perfectly content to watch the other horses leave ahead of him. So the brain is trained and I think the body is there with it from the way he recovered this weekend after the first loop of the 50. We’ve spent a lot of time doing long (15+ miles) 6-7mph conditioning rides over the summer with an occasional “blazing” 8mph pace thrown in (except in August when it was just too darn hot!).
The first of the big tests was to be the 100 at Goethe (FL) on Dec 15th. The plan was to ride a 50 miler on Oct 27th and then do the 55 at JD’s ride in SC on Thanksgiving weekend and then go for the 100 at Goethe. After nothing in January, then it was a 100 at Far Out Forest (the toughest 100 in FL due to sand). Next ride after that would be Leatherwood in the NC mountains (gotta see if my FL horse can do mountains; he handle the north GA hills during the GERA ride in June without a problem) the last weekend in March. I had also planned on a ride on Memorial Weekend since historically I’ve had that Friday off but I just learned today that this may not happen in 2008. That leaves me with the final ride and the ultimate goal for the year—Tevis. But for me to consider hauling 3000 miles across the country, I would need to know that my horse could handle a 100 and preferably I’d want 2 100s under his hooves. And, in order to do Tevis, I have to save 19 days of vacation out of the 27 days I get from Nov to Sep. This limits the # of rides I can do but I also know you don’t want to ride your horse’s legs off before attempting Tevis either. I think the plan for rides that I made was reasonable with plenty of time off between the rides. There are other rides during those months I could go to as alternatives but I tried to pick those that I thought would best prepare us for the demands of Tevis, especially since mountains aren’t found in FL and even finding a good hill is difficult. I have to use the heat, humidity, and deep sand to the fullest extent possible in order to prepare.
So why am I now questioning this carefully thought out plan? Well, we went out of the 50 this past weekend after the first loop of 17 miles with a right front lameness. You could have knocked me over with a feather as I was so stunned. I had started the day planning on a 7 hour 50 but wasn’t too pressed to do that since a friend was riding her and her horse’s 1st 50. But things started great and we moved easily along, completing the loop in 2 hours. Boomer pulsed right down and was at 52 when we went into the PR after pulling tack. I was very happy with that since it was extremely humid with little air movement and a temperature around 80 under overcast skies. Boomer tends to invert as he’s a bulky kinda guy. CRI was 52/48 so that was good too but the vet gave him a B for gait. I asked what he saw and he said a few head bobs. I had a moment on the trail a few miles back when I noticed a nod too but it was short-lived, probably less than a minute before Boomer trotted fine. My card was held for a recheck. We went back to the rig and I pulled Boomer’s Easyboot Bares. He’s barefoot and I use the boots for competitions and training rides. I didn’t boot the hinds for the ride because the weekend before during a training ride, one hind really twisted, digging into the top of the hoof and cutting in enough to cause bleeding. No sense in risking it on a ride that you really could do completely barefoot. I’ve had instances in the past when the boots found some way to irritate the horse and make them limp but Boomer had never had any issues with them.
We went back for the recheck at the end of the hold, sans boots. Boomer seemed OK on the out but coming back there it was, that head nod again. We were out. The vets again thought right fore and Boomer did protest when flexed. I was in tears. It wasn’t the pull; it was the entire dream gone in a nod. By the time I got back to my rig, I was really sobbing and inconsolable. I’m sure people thought I was crying about being pulled. That wasn’t it at all. Been there, done that plenty of times already. After the first one, it’s not that big a deal . . . kinda like getting that first scratch or dent on your new truck. I’ve been pulled at the end of a 50 due to a nasty stumble a few miles from the end that left my horse limping for days afterwards. I didn’t cry then. Went out at 65 miles last Feb on my first and only attempt to date at a 100 after feeling great and thinking all was well with my horse. I was bummed but I was OK (well, I was OK until I was part way home and remembered I left stuff at the vet check area; this was after I got stuck in the sand and had to be pulled out. Leaving my gear at the ride was the final straw that day!). I cried this time because I truly enjoy riding Boomer and the thought of losing him as a partner broke my heart. I believe of all the horses I have ridden, he’s the one who could do Tevis and other such tough rides. And due to a number of things, 2008 needed to be our year to make the trip west. So I poulticed and wrapped Boomer and called my friend Cindy who was home sick in bed when she wanted to be riding the 50 that day to whine and cry some more. We discussed starting a couple of my young horses and just regroup and replan the year, minus the end goal of Tevis. Guess I could always go back and crew for someone again. After all, Chip and I are LUCKY crew as we have had all 4 of our riders from the last 2 years complete. I hung out the rest of the day and helped out and got over the whole disappointment.
I went home Saturday night as I only live 35 miles away from the ride site (it’s by far the closest ride to me). I turned Boomer out in my barn paddock so he could move around. I never was able to find any soreness in his tendons or suspensories. Even his shoulders and back checked out OK. The next morning he has some filling in both tendons but it was equal. I turned him out in his big pasture for the day after chasing him to trot. He looked fine although he wasn’t very eager to take off trotting. When I brought him back in Sunday night, I decided to do some more checking. The words of someone from the ride kept nagging at me . . . . “It might be in his hoof.” Still nothing in the tendons or ligaments. The right digital pulse seemed a bit stronger than the left but it could have been my imagination. I got out the hoof testers and started checking. Bingo! I found a spot on his right hoof. Out came the hoof knife and a few swipes later, there was a small pocket of blood. Could it be just an ill-timed hoof abscess?? It would make sense. Two of my other horses had had hoof abscesses in the last few months and a third was still dealing with them. It’s just that time of year in FL when pastures get wet from the afternoon thunderstorms. This year, everything seemed to run later. My lower pastures didn’t hold water until September; usually by July they are getting nasty and some years become unusable during the rainy season. Boomer likes to stand in the creek. I think he thinks he’s hiding down behind the banks. Between that fun activity and the wet muck in parts of his pasture, plus the amount of work he’s been getting, the conditions are ripe for an abscess, especially in a horse with less than great hoof quality. I slathered on some ichthamol, covered the area with gauze topped with plastic wrap and then duct tape and finished off the job using a size-too-large Easyboot Bare to keep the bandage and drawing salve in place. Then Boomer went into the stall for the night.
Monday morning I decided to again leave Boomer in the barn paddock area where it was dry. When I let him out, he took off, cantering, bucking, trotting, spinning, shaking his head, just the whole “I feel good” routine. I’ve not seen him do that in months. It’s been too hot for silly stuff. The morning wasn’t cool—probably low 70s—so I was surprised at all the antics. His trot was without a bobble, even though he was only wearing one boot over a wrapped hoof. Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for things yet . . . . I suspect I’ll be able to ride Boomer this weekend if everything continues to check out.
So now to the jest of this long rambling dissertation (hey, it’s part of my therapy after the trauma of the weekend!): Is the 100 at Goethe in December still do-able? If so, would you haul to a ride 500 miles away to do a 55 3 weeks before after having a pull at a ride 4 weeks before the 55 (and 7 weeks before the 100)? Our last 50 was June 21st at the GERA ride in north GA. Due to my schedule, the ride schedule in the SE, and the plan for a 100 in 7 weeks, the 55 is the only ride that sounds reasonable. Or would you just stay home and continue conditioning and go for the 100? (Driving on I-95 on the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend is a nightmare and the already long trailer ride could really become stretched out if you get caught in the traffic jams that often occur.) If you pick stay home and condition, what would you recommend for a conditioning program such as the mileage for a long weekend ride? As far as the ultimate end goal for the ride year, I think if we can get through 2 100s in good shape plus do a “mountainous” 50, I’ll have a good idea of what Boomer can do. If he completes all the rides planned from Goethe on, he’ll have 500 endurance miles. But first things first and that’s the 100 at Goethe. It’s flat and can be fast for those who like to go fast. Some deep sand but probably only about 10 miles max worth out of 100. The holds are all in camp (or at least have been). I’ve done the 50 there a few times plus have done other rides using the same forest.
I worry about Boomer’s low competition miles both for his 1st 100 and the Tevis attempt but on the other side, the lower miles may not be a bad thing in a horse that handles a ride OK. Lower miles means less stress on the legs and body. He’s not a 7yo either. He’s been around the block. And I’ve spent time this past summer amping up our conditioning rides, riding them at a bit faster pace than I’d do a first 100 with the added fun of the heat and humidity from summer. And I’m witness to another low mileage horse completing Tevis after completing the OD weeks prior so competition miles are everything if the conditioning is there.
And as another note, Boomer will be getting shod before any 100. I’m not anti-shoe; I’m anti-sloppy-farrier-work which is the road my horses were going down due to my farrier wanting to be doing something other than working on my horses’ hooves. I have access to another farrier that a friend uses; I’ve ridden beside his work so it’s not unknown. For the most part you can get away barefoot at FL rides. Two people did the Far Out Forest 100 last year on barefoot horses. And I’ve had good luck with the boots for the most part (there is quite a learning curve with them though and there seems to be horses they don’t work well for). But on a ride that is critical for a grand plan, I think I’d feel better just going to the old tried and true shoes. I just hope I have better luck with a farrier doing his job right and showing up when he’s supposed to!
So tell me what you think—is it worth trying the 100 at Goethe? And would you go to a ride before then or just stay and ride locally to limit wear and tear from a long trip? Those are the important questions out of all of this. I can worry about the rest later!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Tevis Photos
Finally got the photos I took at Tevis all labeled. To see them, go to http://www.kodakgallery.com/. Sign in as sabalpalmfarm@tampabay.rr.com with the password of tevis100.
To look at the photos I took last year, go to http://www.photobucket.com/. Sign in as ka3tdd, password tevis2006. For some odd reason, these photos didn't upload in the order I took them. One day when I have time (bahahahahaha!!!), I'll reload them somewhere.
You can also go to the Tevis website and look at a ton of photos there as well as find all sorts of info: http://www.teviscup.net/
To look at the photos I took last year, go to http://www.photobucket.com/. Sign in as ka3tdd, password tevis2006. For some odd reason, these photos didn't upload in the order I took them. One day when I have time (bahahahahaha!!!), I'll reload them somewhere.
You can also go to the Tevis website and look at a ton of photos there as well as find all sorts of info: http://www.teviscup.net/
Sunday--Post Tevis
The awards banquet was the end of the Tevis fun. This year, the completion rate was 52%, the best in a long time. They called the finishers from last to first. Ron had a big smile as he walked across the stage, thanking everyone. Paul bounded up the steps like he'd done nothing--he saved all his energy for that! It was sad when it was all over. The big event was done for another year. Those that finished were smiling and even a lot of those who hadn't finished were smiling as next year would be here soon enough for another try. Chip had to leave and said her goodbyes. She was going to spend the rest of the week relaxing on the northern coast somewhere. I went back to the rig and helped the guys pack up. They were going to head back to Reno to Dovie's place. They'd decided to rest more on Monday and not start the trip back east until Tuesday. After seeing them off, I headed up to the Hall's place in Michigan Bluff. Once again, the peace and serenity of their place was wonderful. Hard to believe that the day before was filled with the excitement and bustle as horses came up out of El Dorado Canyon on their way to Foresthill.
My flight back to FL was due out on Monday after 1pm. The first leg went fine but at Denver, we had a delay that ended up extending out until the departure was over 3 hours past the scheduled time. Ugh! It made for a very long day. I didn't sleep on the plane. Funny how I can sleep just about anywhere but not on a commercial airliner. By the time I got home Tues morning, the sky was lightening as dawn approached. I went straight out to the barn to feed then slept for about 5 hours. When we had landed in Tampa, I looked at my watch and realized that Sunday morning at that time, Paul was coming across the finish line. That was a lot more fun than being on that plane!
So my Tevis adventure was done. I learned a lot from this year as I did from last year. I feel better prepared to make an attempt at riding Tevis myself now that I've got a good handle on the logistics of the ride and some familiarity with the trails. Now to lay out my plan for this coming ride season and see if I have the horse to do it. You never know unless you try.
My flight back to FL was due out on Monday after 1pm. The first leg went fine but at Denver, we had a delay that ended up extending out until the departure was over 3 hours past the scheduled time. Ugh! It made for a very long day. I didn't sleep on the plane. Funny how I can sleep just about anywhere but not on a commercial airliner. By the time I got home Tues morning, the sky was lightening as dawn approached. I went straight out to the barn to feed then slept for about 5 hours. When we had landed in Tampa, I looked at my watch and realized that Sunday morning at that time, Paul was coming across the finish line. That was a lot more fun than being on that plane!
So my Tevis adventure was done. I learned a lot from this year as I did from last year. I feel better prepared to make an attempt at riding Tevis myself now that I've got a good handle on the logistics of the ride and some familiarity with the trails. Now to lay out my plan for this coming ride season and see if I have the horse to do it. You never know unless you try.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Tevis 2007--Saturday
It's amazing how when you have to get up for work early, you drag but when you have to get up for horse stuff, you can leap right up, wide awake. Chip and I got up and started breaking camp while Paul and Ron got ready. Once they tied their horses to the trailer, we pulled down and loaded the corral panels. We were ready to pull out before the horses even left. We told the guys to get going at about 4:40. They rode out and we walked down towards the pen areas. It was very quiet where we were parked but as we neared the main part of the camp, you could hear the movement of horses, the jingle of tack, and the murmuring of voices. You could feel the excitement in the air. There are 3 "pens" at Tevis--the first group usually consists of faster riders, the 2nd less faster, and the 3rd slower or riders with fewer miles/experience. This was the 2nd year that they used a seeding system for the start. Last year with the problems at the ditches, those in the latter groups lost time in the backups. This year it seemed to work better and without the ditches to cause problems, I didn't hear the complaints that were voiced last year. Another thing the eased some of my concerns--I'm sure I'll end up in the 3rd pen should I ride Tevis in 2008 because my ride season will be limited due to the lack of extra vacation days. Pen 2 had already left by the time we got to the road but we were able to watch Pen 3 make their way down the road towards the start. With the use of the pens, they've managed to get almost all the riders across the start line at 5:15am with a minimum of fuss. Pretty good for close to 200 horses starting at once.
So our riders were off and it was time to get going ourselves. We waited patiently to after the mandated time for starting our vehicles. As the rigs started moving out, I realized that Paul had nicely parked his rig but it was set up to go out in the wrong direction. Great! In the direction I needed to go, there were a few small trees and shrubs. I worried about cutting to the right. I've managed to jack knife my 27 foot RV into my 2 horse trailer once while backing up but hadn't had such an issue while towing the larger 3 horse slant. This RV was 5 feet longer which translates to 5 more feet behind the rear wheels. Sweating bullets in the coolness of the morning, I waited for a break in the "traffic" and worked my way to the right. I had to back and pull forward a couple of times but finally just went for it, hoping for the best. It worked and we were on our way creeping out as the sky began to lighten up. Chip pulled out behind me in the rental car I had (it was hardly the type of car I'd have picked for a trip to Robie Park--a Chevy Cobalt, 2 door, bright red, with low profile tires and a spoiler on the back but it did the job).
Did I mention the dust??? Well, imagine 185+ horses moving down the road followed 15+ mins later by a hundred or more vehicles. It was a mess. Thank goodness it was dark because at least you could see the tail and head lights. Slowly we crept along. There were actually 2 vehicles trying to swim upstream against the flow of rigs pulling out. I imagine they had to wait quite some time to make it into the camp. Once we got onto the main road, I was able to relax. We got to the rest area to wait for Dovey before 6:45. There we waited, and waited, and waited. A Jeep Liberty pulled in with a lone lady in it. I walked up and asked if she was Dovie. She looked at me strangely. Oops! Guess not!! I explained myself so she wouldn't think I was a total nut case. Turned out she was a Tevis groupee and had stopped at Hwy 89 in Truckee in hopes of watching the horses cross the highway. She had only seen a few but was heading toward Foresthill (we saw her a few times later during the day).
Chip and I waited and pondered what to do. I tried the one# I could find for Dovie--it was her home # so that wasn't any good (note to self: next time exchange cell phone #s! DUH!). We decided to wait until 7:30 and then continue on to Auburn. I thought maybe we could save some time by hauling on up to Foresthill and then putting the crew stuff into the car and driving on up to Robinson Flat. It would have been interesting to do that as the car didn't have much room in it even when empty. At 7:20, Dovie pulled in and we quickly tossed all the stuff into her car. She said "I'll follow you to Auburn" at which both Chip and I cried "NO!". We told her how to get to Robinson Flat and apologized for all the work she'd have to do but at this point we didn't want to risk missing being at Robinson Flat when Paul and Ron arrived. Dovie went on and we lumbered out to head to Auburn. It is a pretty drive between Truckee and Auburn--lots of awesome views. The interstate has all sorts of signs directing truckers how to handle the grades along with the gravel run off spots. Kinda nerve wracking when you are driving an RV with a horse trailer behind! Soon we were in Auburn (it's about 70 miles from Truckee). I parked at the top of the hill above the stadium. Turned out we were next to the RR track but it wasn't that busy of a track so not a big deal. I was worried that Dovie may have to leave after we got to Foresthill so I pulled my suitcase out of the trunk in case we had to haul the crew stuff back to Auburn. A quick stop for fuel in the car (another note to self: refuel in Truckee before going up to Robie Park; 2nd time I've made this mistake and I had told myself on the way to Truckee to stop for gas but got too busy catching up with Chip and forgot). We made another quick stop at the Foresthill grocery store for bananas (the guys had requested some) and continued the drive up to Robie Park, being careful to stick with the speed limit since I've heard the police have been known to tag flying crew! We were getting close to Robinson Flat when we saw it . . . a California bear loped across the road about 300 ft in front of us. We squealed with glee--can you tell we are easily entertained?? It was the first bear sighting I've ever had! I was excited. I've seen bear tracks in the Ocala Forest and had heard of them being spotted at night during the 100 mile ride there but last year I was pulled at 65 miles in the late afternoon so no bear sightings for me. You'd have thought we had spotted a celebrity with all the excitement the bear generated in his few fleeting minutes in our sight. But, hey, it was just plain cool!
We caught up to 2 of the "rescue" horse trailers on their way up to Robinson Flat. We were relieved because now they were the cause of us going slow (another car had caught us and since I'm very cautious driving in the mountains, lest Chip end up on my lap since her side was on the dropoff--that really makes it difficult to drive!). And the added bonus was that they would now be the buffer and warning for oncoming vehicles. Last year a dually had come flying around a corner as we were making our way up to RF, scaring us to death. At least this time, those trucks and trailers would be taken out first! Finally we got to the stopping point. We had to wait for the "follow me" truck. We could hear the volunteers discussing an incident in which someone had failed to "follow me." This is a recipe for disaster because the road is narrow and vehicles are parked on the mountain side of the road (leaving the side with NO GUARD RAILS free for the taking!). This year, the bus was back in service. Last year they didn't have a bus due to some insurance snafu but apparently something had been worked out. This permitted non-crew to park at Sailor Flat and get a ride up (although you can usually jump in the back of a truck and save yourself that way as it is all uphill!). The follow me truck arrived and up we went. As we got to the turn around spot at the top, we had one of those "duh!" moments. We didn't have any crew stuff so we could have parked at Sailor Flat and ridden the bus up, saving time! Oh well. Down we went back to park alongside the mountain. The bus came along and we got in it. Up the hill we went to the drop off area, still marvelling at our lack of brains. I blame the altitude. Seems like a good excuse to me. So, if you are crew but don't have stuff to cart and the bus is available at Sailor Flat, take the bus!
We walked into the crewing area and there were our riders being tended to by Dovie. Thank goodness we had done what we did (but perhaps had we not stopped to wait at the rest area and instead drove up to Foresthill and then up to RF, we'd have made it; still better safe than sorry). Both riders were doing well and pumped. Somewhere along the line, Ron had parted with Barukh but was OK and remounted, continuing without a problem. They had taken the bypass around Cougar Rock (and after watching the video someone took, that was a wise choice!). The horses were eating and we nagged the riders to eat as well. As time passed in the hold, it got warm so we moved the horses next to a dumpster that made some shade and sponged the horses a bit. Both were doing well. Paul had placed Bosana boots over Piper's shoes (he didn't have pads while Ron had pads on all 4 of his horse's hooves). He had lost one Bosana boot along the way and replaced it with an Easyboot Bare. Now I use Easyboot Bares over bare hooves. I call them the "not so Easy Boot Bares to put on" but I do really like them. I was very impressed that Paul was able to pull on a Bare over a shod hoof along the trail. Finally it was getting close to the out time so we nagged the guys to tack up (nagging is our job as crew). They had to do an exit CRI. Paul went through without a problem. Then it was Ron's turn. The trot looked good but there was discussion at the end. Oh no!!! Chip went down to see what was happening. I saw them walk over the vetting line. My heart sank! What was going on? They got to the vet who did a check and talked to Ron. Another trot out and CRI. Then the card was handed back to Ron and he went over to leave the park. Hurray! Turned out that Barukh was shivering after his little CRI trot out. Everything else was fine; he was just a bit chilled I guess from being sponged in the shade. While it didn't seem cool to us, it was air at altitude so it may have felt cool to a horse used to humidity. We watched Ron leave out and went back to pack up the stuff and help Dovie get it back into the car. It took more than one trip for the 3 of us to get the stuff to the road! Dovie did a great job managing all of that on her own!
On to Foresthill for the long wait. We got the stuff set up pretty close to the vet check area. Right next to a dumpster . . . . I can't believe someone let such a "plum" place go untaken!! We took the chairs down to Bath Road and found a nice shady spot on the curve were we could see the horses coming up from the bottom of the road and then look up to the top of the road. Perfect. One of my riding buddies was on a road trip in the west with her 2 sisters and had planned to stop by Foresthill that day . . . another amazing coincidence! Ha ha! But no matter where I went, I couldn't pick up a cell signal (hmmm, that ridgeline must be the spot on the CA map I see that shows no service!). I was bummed but there wasn't much I could do. I was walking back down to the chairs after checking the rider board when I heard my name and there was Kay and her sisters! Turns out Kay didn't have her phone on anyhow! So we were all able to visit. Eventually Kay's nonhorsey sisters disappeared--they went into Foresthill proper for a beer (smart girls!) but Kay was able to see the first few horses come into the hold. Kay's horse is a Quarter/Arab cross and looks a lot like Barukh, to include the size. This coming ride season Kay, it is time to take that big boy on a 50!
Finally, we saw Paul. We ran down and pulled Piper's tack and got him cooled down. We figured Ron was at least 45 mins behind if not further from the last check at the riders' board so we had plenty of time to devote to Paul. He vetted Piper through and we got to the pile of crew stuff and let them both eat. Dovie and I went back down to the road just in case Ron came in. Chip had gotten Paul a BBQ sandwich. She said his celebrity status made it difficult for him to stop talking and to eat but she was bossy enough to nip all that nonsense in the bud! Plenty of time to be social at the banquet. Ron came in about the time Paul was leaving. We did the same thing with him and he quickly vetted through. More nagging for Ron--eat, be quiet, drink this, eat, be quiet, drink this! Poor man must have thought he was being punished by having 3 nagging wives! Ron did get to see Paul for a moment when Paul came back in--he'd forgotten his helmet! Oops! Bet the breeze felt good though! Barukh ate well like Piper and caught little naps in between eating. Soon it was time for Ron to go out. After he left, we all breathed a sigh of relief. The odds are pretty good that once you go out at Foresthill that you will make it to the end. We packed everything back into the Jeep and drove down to Auburn in the dark. There was a long procession of cars heading down and I was thankful that it wasn't me who was slowing down those who like to go faster! We saw a large deer standing by the side of the road in the dark. Thank goodness he stayed where he was and didn't dash across the road. Nothing like seeing a deer by the road to get the adrenaline running!
We got down to Auburn and unloaded the Jeep. Dovie had to get back to Reno to tend to her herd so we said our goodbyes. We got the stuff put away and then put up the corrals as the guys had elected not to use a stall. Once we had feed, water, and hay in the corrals, we set about to fixing the RV for our riders--we knew they'd be beat at the end. After setting up the sofa bed and making sure the sheets were at the ready, we grabbed a a shower and then a nap (we had to make sure that both beds were worthy of our riders, didn't we?). I don't know how well Chip slept those few hours but I kept hearing the loudspeaker in the stadium and worrying I'd miss hearing my watch alarm so I didn't get much of a nap.
Paul had guessed he'd be in around 2:30. He called my cell phone from the last vet check at 94 miles and revised it to about 3:15. Too bad my cell phone was in the car! But we were there in plenty of time, waiting in the dark. At about 3:20, there was Paul and Piper! They did their little trotout at the finish and we started towards the fairgrounds. You have to cross the RR tracks to get the fairgrounds and yes, a train came along! I think it only took about 5 mins to clear the tracks but it seemed longer than that. Paul did the final vet . . . he was done! He did his victory lap with a big smile on his face. We got Piper tended to and sent Paul off to the shower. He wanted to go to the finish to wait for Ron. We went on ahead and stood in the dark waiting. It was the final hour before the time was up. Riders were coming in pretty frequently now. We were waiting when the volunteers held up a radio for all to hear the #s of the riders who had left Lower Quarry along with their times. Ron's # was one of those called out! We were standing by some people and telling them how last year we had "assisted" a waiting crew by yelling "Bob" into the darkness. I had seen Bob that weekend and told him about the fun we had had the previous year. He said his crew had been fueled by tequila (they didn't share though!) and that he had heard his name being called through the woods as he approached the finish. This year, Bob was standing at the finish, having been pulled earlier. We called over to him . . . "Bob" is such a great name to yell out! Everything got quiet and I just couldn't resist . . . RON!!!! Then others joined in calling their riders. A few minutes later, there was Ron!! Woo hoo!!! He did the trot out and was given the OK to continue down to the Fairgrounds. This time, no train. Ron said that after he crossed Hwy 49 (about 4 miles from the end) he heard the sound you don't want to hear--a shoe coming off. Barukh had lost a hind shoe and a good portion of hoof wall with it. But on the final check, he was good enough for the completion. Ron got back on and walked his victory lap, enjoying every minute of it. Barukh strode out like he had plenty of energy left. It was a great moment and the culmination to a wonderful day!
We steered Ron towards the shower and he was out for hours afterwards. Paul got some sleep but got up to watch the Haggin Cup judging. Both horses were resting and recovering. Chip and I were worn but happy. We have a 100% completion rate as a crew--2 riders last year and 2 riders this year. Our catch phrase became "It's ALWAYS like this at Tevis" from our VAST 2 years of experience there! There's nothing like watching the riders you've crewed for come out of the darkness at the finish. Well, nothing perhaps except for actually being that rider!
So our riders were off and it was time to get going ourselves. We waited patiently to after the mandated time for starting our vehicles. As the rigs started moving out, I realized that Paul had nicely parked his rig but it was set up to go out in the wrong direction. Great! In the direction I needed to go, there were a few small trees and shrubs. I worried about cutting to the right. I've managed to jack knife my 27 foot RV into my 2 horse trailer once while backing up but hadn't had such an issue while towing the larger 3 horse slant. This RV was 5 feet longer which translates to 5 more feet behind the rear wheels. Sweating bullets in the coolness of the morning, I waited for a break in the "traffic" and worked my way to the right. I had to back and pull forward a couple of times but finally just went for it, hoping for the best. It worked and we were on our way creeping out as the sky began to lighten up. Chip pulled out behind me in the rental car I had (it was hardly the type of car I'd have picked for a trip to Robie Park--a Chevy Cobalt, 2 door, bright red, with low profile tires and a spoiler on the back but it did the job).
Did I mention the dust??? Well, imagine 185+ horses moving down the road followed 15+ mins later by a hundred or more vehicles. It was a mess. Thank goodness it was dark because at least you could see the tail and head lights. Slowly we crept along. There were actually 2 vehicles trying to swim upstream against the flow of rigs pulling out. I imagine they had to wait quite some time to make it into the camp. Once we got onto the main road, I was able to relax. We got to the rest area to wait for Dovey before 6:45. There we waited, and waited, and waited. A Jeep Liberty pulled in with a lone lady in it. I walked up and asked if she was Dovie. She looked at me strangely. Oops! Guess not!! I explained myself so she wouldn't think I was a total nut case. Turned out she was a Tevis groupee and had stopped at Hwy 89 in Truckee in hopes of watching the horses cross the highway. She had only seen a few but was heading toward Foresthill (we saw her a few times later during the day).
Chip and I waited and pondered what to do. I tried the one# I could find for Dovie--it was her home # so that wasn't any good (note to self: next time exchange cell phone #s! DUH!). We decided to wait until 7:30 and then continue on to Auburn. I thought maybe we could save some time by hauling on up to Foresthill and then putting the crew stuff into the car and driving on up to Robinson Flat. It would have been interesting to do that as the car didn't have much room in it even when empty. At 7:20, Dovie pulled in and we quickly tossed all the stuff into her car. She said "I'll follow you to Auburn" at which both Chip and I cried "NO!". We told her how to get to Robinson Flat and apologized for all the work she'd have to do but at this point we didn't want to risk missing being at Robinson Flat when Paul and Ron arrived. Dovie went on and we lumbered out to head to Auburn. It is a pretty drive between Truckee and Auburn--lots of awesome views. The interstate has all sorts of signs directing truckers how to handle the grades along with the gravel run off spots. Kinda nerve wracking when you are driving an RV with a horse trailer behind! Soon we were in Auburn (it's about 70 miles from Truckee). I parked at the top of the hill above the stadium. Turned out we were next to the RR track but it wasn't that busy of a track so not a big deal. I was worried that Dovie may have to leave after we got to Foresthill so I pulled my suitcase out of the trunk in case we had to haul the crew stuff back to Auburn. A quick stop for fuel in the car (another note to self: refuel in Truckee before going up to Robie Park; 2nd time I've made this mistake and I had told myself on the way to Truckee to stop for gas but got too busy catching up with Chip and forgot). We made another quick stop at the Foresthill grocery store for bananas (the guys had requested some) and continued the drive up to Robie Park, being careful to stick with the speed limit since I've heard the police have been known to tag flying crew! We were getting close to Robinson Flat when we saw it . . . a California bear loped across the road about 300 ft in front of us. We squealed with glee--can you tell we are easily entertained?? It was the first bear sighting I've ever had! I was excited. I've seen bear tracks in the Ocala Forest and had heard of them being spotted at night during the 100 mile ride there but last year I was pulled at 65 miles in the late afternoon so no bear sightings for me. You'd have thought we had spotted a celebrity with all the excitement the bear generated in his few fleeting minutes in our sight. But, hey, it was just plain cool!
We caught up to 2 of the "rescue" horse trailers on their way up to Robinson Flat. We were relieved because now they were the cause of us going slow (another car had caught us and since I'm very cautious driving in the mountains, lest Chip end up on my lap since her side was on the dropoff--that really makes it difficult to drive!). And the added bonus was that they would now be the buffer and warning for oncoming vehicles. Last year a dually had come flying around a corner as we were making our way up to RF, scaring us to death. At least this time, those trucks and trailers would be taken out first! Finally we got to the stopping point. We had to wait for the "follow me" truck. We could hear the volunteers discussing an incident in which someone had failed to "follow me." This is a recipe for disaster because the road is narrow and vehicles are parked on the mountain side of the road (leaving the side with NO GUARD RAILS free for the taking!). This year, the bus was back in service. Last year they didn't have a bus due to some insurance snafu but apparently something had been worked out. This permitted non-crew to park at Sailor Flat and get a ride up (although you can usually jump in the back of a truck and save yourself that way as it is all uphill!). The follow me truck arrived and up we went. As we got to the turn around spot at the top, we had one of those "duh!" moments. We didn't have any crew stuff so we could have parked at Sailor Flat and ridden the bus up, saving time! Oh well. Down we went back to park alongside the mountain. The bus came along and we got in it. Up the hill we went to the drop off area, still marvelling at our lack of brains. I blame the altitude. Seems like a good excuse to me. So, if you are crew but don't have stuff to cart and the bus is available at Sailor Flat, take the bus!
We walked into the crewing area and there were our riders being tended to by Dovie. Thank goodness we had done what we did (but perhaps had we not stopped to wait at the rest area and instead drove up to Foresthill and then up to RF, we'd have made it; still better safe than sorry). Both riders were doing well and pumped. Somewhere along the line, Ron had parted with Barukh but was OK and remounted, continuing without a problem. They had taken the bypass around Cougar Rock (and after watching the video someone took, that was a wise choice!). The horses were eating and we nagged the riders to eat as well. As time passed in the hold, it got warm so we moved the horses next to a dumpster that made some shade and sponged the horses a bit. Both were doing well. Paul had placed Bosana boots over Piper's shoes (he didn't have pads while Ron had pads on all 4 of his horse's hooves). He had lost one Bosana boot along the way and replaced it with an Easyboot Bare. Now I use Easyboot Bares over bare hooves. I call them the "not so Easy Boot Bares to put on" but I do really like them. I was very impressed that Paul was able to pull on a Bare over a shod hoof along the trail. Finally it was getting close to the out time so we nagged the guys to tack up (nagging is our job as crew). They had to do an exit CRI. Paul went through without a problem. Then it was Ron's turn. The trot looked good but there was discussion at the end. Oh no!!! Chip went down to see what was happening. I saw them walk over the vetting line. My heart sank! What was going on? They got to the vet who did a check and talked to Ron. Another trot out and CRI. Then the card was handed back to Ron and he went over to leave the park. Hurray! Turned out that Barukh was shivering after his little CRI trot out. Everything else was fine; he was just a bit chilled I guess from being sponged in the shade. While it didn't seem cool to us, it was air at altitude so it may have felt cool to a horse used to humidity. We watched Ron leave out and went back to pack up the stuff and help Dovie get it back into the car. It took more than one trip for the 3 of us to get the stuff to the road! Dovie did a great job managing all of that on her own!
On to Foresthill for the long wait. We got the stuff set up pretty close to the vet check area. Right next to a dumpster . . . . I can't believe someone let such a "plum" place go untaken!! We took the chairs down to Bath Road and found a nice shady spot on the curve were we could see the horses coming up from the bottom of the road and then look up to the top of the road. Perfect. One of my riding buddies was on a road trip in the west with her 2 sisters and had planned to stop by Foresthill that day . . . another amazing coincidence! Ha ha! But no matter where I went, I couldn't pick up a cell signal (hmmm, that ridgeline must be the spot on the CA map I see that shows no service!). I was bummed but there wasn't much I could do. I was walking back down to the chairs after checking the rider board when I heard my name and there was Kay and her sisters! Turns out Kay didn't have her phone on anyhow! So we were all able to visit. Eventually Kay's nonhorsey sisters disappeared--they went into Foresthill proper for a beer (smart girls!) but Kay was able to see the first few horses come into the hold. Kay's horse is a Quarter/Arab cross and looks a lot like Barukh, to include the size. This coming ride season Kay, it is time to take that big boy on a 50!
Finally, we saw Paul. We ran down and pulled Piper's tack and got him cooled down. We figured Ron was at least 45 mins behind if not further from the last check at the riders' board so we had plenty of time to devote to Paul. He vetted Piper through and we got to the pile of crew stuff and let them both eat. Dovie and I went back down to the road just in case Ron came in. Chip had gotten Paul a BBQ sandwich. She said his celebrity status made it difficult for him to stop talking and to eat but she was bossy enough to nip all that nonsense in the bud! Plenty of time to be social at the banquet. Ron came in about the time Paul was leaving. We did the same thing with him and he quickly vetted through. More nagging for Ron--eat, be quiet, drink this, eat, be quiet, drink this! Poor man must have thought he was being punished by having 3 nagging wives! Ron did get to see Paul for a moment when Paul came back in--he'd forgotten his helmet! Oops! Bet the breeze felt good though! Barukh ate well like Piper and caught little naps in between eating. Soon it was time for Ron to go out. After he left, we all breathed a sigh of relief. The odds are pretty good that once you go out at Foresthill that you will make it to the end. We packed everything back into the Jeep and drove down to Auburn in the dark. There was a long procession of cars heading down and I was thankful that it wasn't me who was slowing down those who like to go faster! We saw a large deer standing by the side of the road in the dark. Thank goodness he stayed where he was and didn't dash across the road. Nothing like seeing a deer by the road to get the adrenaline running!
We got down to Auburn and unloaded the Jeep. Dovie had to get back to Reno to tend to her herd so we said our goodbyes. We got the stuff put away and then put up the corrals as the guys had elected not to use a stall. Once we had feed, water, and hay in the corrals, we set about to fixing the RV for our riders--we knew they'd be beat at the end. After setting up the sofa bed and making sure the sheets were at the ready, we grabbed a a shower and then a nap (we had to make sure that both beds were worthy of our riders, didn't we?). I don't know how well Chip slept those few hours but I kept hearing the loudspeaker in the stadium and worrying I'd miss hearing my watch alarm so I didn't get much of a nap.
Paul had guessed he'd be in around 2:30. He called my cell phone from the last vet check at 94 miles and revised it to about 3:15. Too bad my cell phone was in the car! But we were there in plenty of time, waiting in the dark. At about 3:20, there was Paul and Piper! They did their little trotout at the finish and we started towards the fairgrounds. You have to cross the RR tracks to get the fairgrounds and yes, a train came along! I think it only took about 5 mins to clear the tracks but it seemed longer than that. Paul did the final vet . . . he was done! He did his victory lap with a big smile on his face. We got Piper tended to and sent Paul off to the shower. He wanted to go to the finish to wait for Ron. We went on ahead and stood in the dark waiting. It was the final hour before the time was up. Riders were coming in pretty frequently now. We were waiting when the volunteers held up a radio for all to hear the #s of the riders who had left Lower Quarry along with their times. Ron's # was one of those called out! We were standing by some people and telling them how last year we had "assisted" a waiting crew by yelling "Bob" into the darkness. I had seen Bob that weekend and told him about the fun we had had the previous year. He said his crew had been fueled by tequila (they didn't share though!) and that he had heard his name being called through the woods as he approached the finish. This year, Bob was standing at the finish, having been pulled earlier. We called over to him . . . "Bob" is such a great name to yell out! Everything got quiet and I just couldn't resist . . . RON!!!! Then others joined in calling their riders. A few minutes later, there was Ron!! Woo hoo!!! He did the trot out and was given the OK to continue down to the Fairgrounds. This time, no train. Ron said that after he crossed Hwy 49 (about 4 miles from the end) he heard the sound you don't want to hear--a shoe coming off. Barukh had lost a hind shoe and a good portion of hoof wall with it. But on the final check, he was good enough for the completion. Ron got back on and walked his victory lap, enjoying every minute of it. Barukh strode out like he had plenty of energy left. It was a great moment and the culmination to a wonderful day!
We steered Ron towards the shower and he was out for hours afterwards. Paul got some sleep but got up to watch the Haggin Cup judging. Both horses were resting and recovering. Chip and I were worn but happy. We have a 100% completion rate as a crew--2 riders last year and 2 riders this year. Our catch phrase became "It's ALWAYS like this at Tevis" from our VAST 2 years of experience there! There's nothing like watching the riders you've crewed for come out of the darkness at the finish. Well, nothing perhaps except for actually being that rider!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Tevis 2007--Fri, Robie Park
Friday morning, I drove down from Michigan Bluff to the fairgrounds in Auburn to meet Chip. We planned 9:30-10 but she got there earlier. That was great as I hadn't been waiting too long. We hit the road up to Robie Park, chatting and laughing all the way. This time I didn't miss the turn at Brockway Summit. First thing we noticed was the dust. While it was dusty last year, it seemed worse this year. We drove through the camp looking for Paul's rig. Fortunately, he was driving a 32 foot Class C RV with a 3 horse slant load. That was easier to find than the Bowen's white Dodge truck towing a 3 horse gooseneck (although we did find them right away last year). It took a bit of doing but we found them. Paul had told me where he had parked but once I got into the ridecamp, I couldn't remember. We met the horses: Paul's horse Piper, a pretty gray Arabian and Ron's horse Barukh, a very large bay Arab/Quarter cross. Paul wanted to go ahead and get vetted in. Ron was shopping so we took both horses up to the vet area in hopes of finding Ron. Barukh was upset when his buddy Piper was taken down to vet. He nickered hopefully to every gray horse that went by . . . . "Are you my friend?". We found Ron before he walked all the way back to the rig so he was able to get vetted in. Happiness is getting your # marked on your horse! The guys took their horses back and Chip and I hung out and watched some of the vetting. We saw Crysta Turnage as she vetted in her horse Sinatra. Sinatra is hard to miss with all of his flashy white markings and blue eyes. He looked ready to go.
We discussed the plan for Saturday. The initial plan was for Dovie to meet us in Auburn where we were taking the rig and then drive up to Robinson Flat. Neither Chip nor I felt comfortable with that plan. If something happened to slow us down, we might not make it to Robinson Flat in time even though we did the same thing last year and did make it before the Bowens came in. But this year I was moving an RV and I didn't know how fast I would be able to go. We decided that we'd feel better if Dovie met us at the rest area outside of Truckee where we'd transfer the crew stuff to the rental SUV and have her drive straight up to Robinson Flat. It was a lot to ask of one person to do but it was the most certain way to make sure the stuff got there in time. We had Paul toss a tarp over all the stuff in the trailer dressing room that wasn't to go to RF so we wouldn't forget anything nor take anything that wasn't needed. That worked out great and made the transfer of the stuff go fast since we just grabbed and loaded instead of wondering "Did they want this??".
We attended the first time Tevis riders' meeting and gleaned some good info from it. The notorious ditches near the start that had caused grief and backups last year had been filled in. Work had been done in the Granite Chief Wilderness that improved the trail there (Granite Chief is probably my biggest worry for some reason). Time flew and it was time for the riders' meeting and then bed. We had everything that we could cleaned up and packed. Chip and I shared a tent that Paul had brought along. It was quite spacious and we had the luxury of an air mattress. We relaxed and gazed at the stars in the clear sky, thinking that tomorrow night our riders would be out there under the stars and moon as they worked their way towards Auburn.
During the night, Piper got spun up. He's a pretty quiet horse but camping just may not be his thing. He was ready to go! He does an awesome piaffe which he performed for what seemed like hours during the night. We could hear him dancing away. His buddy Barukh was more relaxed and was probably wishing Piper would settle down so he could sleep!
We discussed the plan for Saturday. The initial plan was for Dovie to meet us in Auburn where we were taking the rig and then drive up to Robinson Flat. Neither Chip nor I felt comfortable with that plan. If something happened to slow us down, we might not make it to Robinson Flat in time even though we did the same thing last year and did make it before the Bowens came in. But this year I was moving an RV and I didn't know how fast I would be able to go. We decided that we'd feel better if Dovie met us at the rest area outside of Truckee where we'd transfer the crew stuff to the rental SUV and have her drive straight up to Robinson Flat. It was a lot to ask of one person to do but it was the most certain way to make sure the stuff got there in time. We had Paul toss a tarp over all the stuff in the trailer dressing room that wasn't to go to RF so we wouldn't forget anything nor take anything that wasn't needed. That worked out great and made the transfer of the stuff go fast since we just grabbed and loaded instead of wondering "Did they want this??".
We attended the first time Tevis riders' meeting and gleaned some good info from it. The notorious ditches near the start that had caused grief and backups last year had been filled in. Work had been done in the Granite Chief Wilderness that improved the trail there (Granite Chief is probably my biggest worry for some reason). Time flew and it was time for the riders' meeting and then bed. We had everything that we could cleaned up and packed. Chip and I shared a tent that Paul had brought along. It was quite spacious and we had the luxury of an air mattress. We relaxed and gazed at the stars in the clear sky, thinking that tomorrow night our riders would be out there under the stars and moon as they worked their way towards Auburn.
During the night, Piper got spun up. He's a pretty quiet horse but camping just may not be his thing. He was ready to go! He does an awesome piaffe which he performed for what seemed like hours during the night. We could hear him dancing away. His buddy Barukh was more relaxed and was probably wishing Piper would settle down so he could sleep!
Tevis 2008--Weds/Thurs, 25-26 July
Last year I was fortunate enough to get a trip to CA to attend a seminar (we are permitted to attend a continuing education opportunity every year or so). It just so happened it started the Tues after Tevis (I know, I know . . . can you believe it?? WHAT a coincidence!) so I was able to take vacation prior to the seminar and check out Tevis. That's another whole long story that most have already heard/read but it was a fantastic experience--I was part of Pam and Don Bowen's crew and got to see both collect their buckles. So, this year, the Tevis bug was gnawing at me and I decided to go back out on my own dime to do more "recon" for a possible Tevis attempt of my own in the next few years. Since I live in FL and it's a 3000 mile trip across country, I wanted to fully get an idea of what it was all about before investing the time and money into such a trip.
Last year I had met up with Chip Jack from MN. She also was part of the Bowen's crew--we actually had decided to meet and hang out before getting roped in to working as crew. She "just so happened" to have arranged a vacation to visit a cousin around Tevis time. Hmmm, another interesting coincidence! I'm not sure what the Bowen's thought at first because we are both, er, a bit irrevalent, finding humor in just about everything. Hey, life is serious enough so I try to laugh whenever I can to not sit down and cry! We had planned to once again meet and hang out for the weekend. Initially we didn't have any set plans but soon found ourselves hooked up to help out 2 riders from east of the Rockies--Paul Sidio from Missouri and Ron Chapman from Tennessee. Little did we know the celebrity status of our 2 riders! So my plan was to fly into Sacramento on Weds, pick up a rental car, drive to Auburn for the BBQ and meet up with Paul and Ron (they were basing out of Reno at Dovie Pickering's place; she filled out our crew of 3). I was just going to car camp Weds and Thurs night and wait for Chip to arrive Fri morning before driving up to Robie Park. I thought I'd hike some trails on Thurs and do some more scouting around the area to get a better feel for the place.
The end part of my flight took us over Lake Tahoe and then over the mountains and ridge that the Tevis trail took. It was quite awesome to look down and think that in a few days, close to 200 horses would be challenging that terrain. During my flight I once again read the book "The Tevis Cup" by Maryne Langer. It was the third time that I've read it and it helped remind my why this ride has a mystical quality to it.
When I finally got to Auburn, I stopped by the Auburn Running Company. I wanted a pair of trail running shoes and what better place to get a pair than Auburn, the endurance capital of the world? There I ran into Laura Hayes who I've run into on the FL trails in the past. I turned and looked and there was Gary Hall who was escorting Laura around that day. I'd stayed at the Halls last year after Tevis so it was great seeing him there. He said Don Bowen was on his way up from Malibu and would be at the BBQ that evening. I knew Don was supposed to be working at the ride this year and had hoped to find him but this was going to make it a lot easier. It's funny how you can run into people you know in some of the most unexpected places. I emerged from the store with a pair of shoes and a few other items. Dan, the owner of the store, was great and I strongly recommend going to his store if you are in Auburn and are a runner or even a rider as he carries some items that even a rider would want.
I got to the fairgrounds and found Paul quite easily thanks to photos of him on the Old Dominion website from his 100 mile ride there in June. Ron was also there so we all got acquainted and made some preliminary plans. Don finally made it--we won't discuss how fast he must have driven to make it to Auburn in time for the BBQ from Malibu after leaving there around noon! Judy Hall was also there and once she found out my plans to car camp, insisted I come up to their place in Michigan Bluff. Ah, twist my arm!! I love their place--it's very quiet and relaxing there and I had no problems sleeping on their couch last year, listening to the birds outside.
On Thurs, after breakfast at a Foresthill restaurant, Don had a mission to do. We drove up to Robinson Flat and then took Soda Springs Road to the Red Star Ridge vet check and then 1 mile beyond that. "Road" is a term I'd use loosely here--yeah, there was a road of sorts but it's not one you'd want to take a car down (Don had Pam's Jeep). It was very rough with lots of rocks on it. I was glad I saw it because now I know to add concussion conditioning to my schedule. While on paper it looks like you could make up time from Red Star to Robinson Flat, it's not a road I'd want to fly down.
After a break sitting on the porch at the Hall's in Michigan Bluff, watching the world go by (considering it's a dead end road on a bluff with few homes down it, not much happened!), we went for a "stroll" down El Dorado Canyon. At first, it was easy. About 1 mile from the top is a creek--Poor Man's Creek. It had water in it which was pretty good because it was very dry this year in that area. Silly me wanted to go all the way to the bottom so I could get a better understanding of the evil canyons. Down, down, down we hiked. It got steeper the closer we got to the bottom along with hotter and stuffier. Finally we reached the bottom. The small bridge there is high over the creek--the walls of the canyon are too high to get to the creek from the trail. But, as Don showed me, after you cross the river during the ride, there's a trail that cuts to the right and about 50-75 feet along that trail is another little feeder creek that you can get into and cool your horses. That was worth knowing and I wouldn't have learned that secret had I not hiked to the bottom. But, what goes down into a canyon must come up. I thought it got steeper as we got closer to the bottom and on the climb out, I KNEW it did. Wow! It was quite the workout. My legs and gluts were screaming along with my lungs as I huffed and puffed up towards Michigan Bluff. Where were those relatively flat/level sections I had commented on during the hike down?? Who moved them?!?! And to make things worse, there was Don, easily striding along as I struggled behind him. He decided to get behind me and prod me along to keep me moving. He should have carried a cattle prod to make it easier! I started contemplating what I could do about the struggles I was having. The thought of just going back to the creek and camping there until Saturday crossed my mind. I could then tail out when the horses came through!! Genius!! But I kept moving on, wondering whose brilliant idea it was to go all the way to the bottom. We had to stop several times in the first mile or so from the bottom. I claimed I was enjoying the view but Don wasn't buying it. As we neared Dead Man's Creek (I decided to rename it on the climb up out of the canyon!), it did get easier as the trail was less steep with a gentler grade. Finally we made it to the top. I felt it for days afterwards but it was worth the pain (so I repeated time and time again whenever I felt the tightness in my hips).
Judy cooked a great dinner complete with fresh vegetables from her garden. It was a great end to a fun day. Needless to say, I slept well that night!
Last year I had met up with Chip Jack from MN. She also was part of the Bowen's crew--we actually had decided to meet and hang out before getting roped in to working as crew. She "just so happened" to have arranged a vacation to visit a cousin around Tevis time. Hmmm, another interesting coincidence! I'm not sure what the Bowen's thought at first because we are both, er, a bit irrevalent, finding humor in just about everything. Hey, life is serious enough so I try to laugh whenever I can to not sit down and cry! We had planned to once again meet and hang out for the weekend. Initially we didn't have any set plans but soon found ourselves hooked up to help out 2 riders from east of the Rockies--Paul Sidio from Missouri and Ron Chapman from Tennessee. Little did we know the celebrity status of our 2 riders! So my plan was to fly into Sacramento on Weds, pick up a rental car, drive to Auburn for the BBQ and meet up with Paul and Ron (they were basing out of Reno at Dovie Pickering's place; she filled out our crew of 3). I was just going to car camp Weds and Thurs night and wait for Chip to arrive Fri morning before driving up to Robie Park. I thought I'd hike some trails on Thurs and do some more scouting around the area to get a better feel for the place.
The end part of my flight took us over Lake Tahoe and then over the mountains and ridge that the Tevis trail took. It was quite awesome to look down and think that in a few days, close to 200 horses would be challenging that terrain. During my flight I once again read the book "The Tevis Cup" by Maryne Langer. It was the third time that I've read it and it helped remind my why this ride has a mystical quality to it.
When I finally got to Auburn, I stopped by the Auburn Running Company. I wanted a pair of trail running shoes and what better place to get a pair than Auburn, the endurance capital of the world? There I ran into Laura Hayes who I've run into on the FL trails in the past. I turned and looked and there was Gary Hall who was escorting Laura around that day. I'd stayed at the Halls last year after Tevis so it was great seeing him there. He said Don Bowen was on his way up from Malibu and would be at the BBQ that evening. I knew Don was supposed to be working at the ride this year and had hoped to find him but this was going to make it a lot easier. It's funny how you can run into people you know in some of the most unexpected places. I emerged from the store with a pair of shoes and a few other items. Dan, the owner of the store, was great and I strongly recommend going to his store if you are in Auburn and are a runner or even a rider as he carries some items that even a rider would want.
I got to the fairgrounds and found Paul quite easily thanks to photos of him on the Old Dominion website from his 100 mile ride there in June. Ron was also there so we all got acquainted and made some preliminary plans. Don finally made it--we won't discuss how fast he must have driven to make it to Auburn in time for the BBQ from Malibu after leaving there around noon! Judy Hall was also there and once she found out my plans to car camp, insisted I come up to their place in Michigan Bluff. Ah, twist my arm!! I love their place--it's very quiet and relaxing there and I had no problems sleeping on their couch last year, listening to the birds outside.
On Thurs, after breakfast at a Foresthill restaurant, Don had a mission to do. We drove up to Robinson Flat and then took Soda Springs Road to the Red Star Ridge vet check and then 1 mile beyond that. "Road" is a term I'd use loosely here--yeah, there was a road of sorts but it's not one you'd want to take a car down (Don had Pam's Jeep). It was very rough with lots of rocks on it. I was glad I saw it because now I know to add concussion conditioning to my schedule. While on paper it looks like you could make up time from Red Star to Robinson Flat, it's not a road I'd want to fly down.
After a break sitting on the porch at the Hall's in Michigan Bluff, watching the world go by (considering it's a dead end road on a bluff with few homes down it, not much happened!), we went for a "stroll" down El Dorado Canyon. At first, it was easy. About 1 mile from the top is a creek--Poor Man's Creek. It had water in it which was pretty good because it was very dry this year in that area. Silly me wanted to go all the way to the bottom so I could get a better understanding of the evil canyons. Down, down, down we hiked. It got steeper the closer we got to the bottom along with hotter and stuffier. Finally we reached the bottom. The small bridge there is high over the creek--the walls of the canyon are too high to get to the creek from the trail. But, as Don showed me, after you cross the river during the ride, there's a trail that cuts to the right and about 50-75 feet along that trail is another little feeder creek that you can get into and cool your horses. That was worth knowing and I wouldn't have learned that secret had I not hiked to the bottom. But, what goes down into a canyon must come up. I thought it got steeper as we got closer to the bottom and on the climb out, I KNEW it did. Wow! It was quite the workout. My legs and gluts were screaming along with my lungs as I huffed and puffed up towards Michigan Bluff. Where were those relatively flat/level sections I had commented on during the hike down?? Who moved them?!?! And to make things worse, there was Don, easily striding along as I struggled behind him. He decided to get behind me and prod me along to keep me moving. He should have carried a cattle prod to make it easier! I started contemplating what I could do about the struggles I was having. The thought of just going back to the creek and camping there until Saturday crossed my mind. I could then tail out when the horses came through!! Genius!! But I kept moving on, wondering whose brilliant idea it was to go all the way to the bottom. We had to stop several times in the first mile or so from the bottom. I claimed I was enjoying the view but Don wasn't buying it. As we neared Dead Man's Creek (I decided to rename it on the climb up out of the canyon!), it did get easier as the trail was less steep with a gentler grade. Finally we made it to the top. I felt it for days afterwards but it was worth the pain (so I repeated time and time again whenever I felt the tightness in my hips).
Judy cooked a great dinner complete with fresh vegetables from her garden. It was a great end to a fun day. Needless to say, I slept well that night!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Tevis Dreams
For some odd reason, doing Tevis has become a burning desire of mine. The history and mystical nature of Tevis calls to me along with the challenge of the terrain. Considering I'm a cautious rider and adverse to risk, I'm not sure why I have this fascination with such a ride. Completion rates for Tevis over the past several years have been in the lower 40%--it's that kind of a ride. Why would someone from FL want to travel 3000 miles across the country to do such a ride with such a low chance of success? But I do want to do it and after going out to watch the last 2 years, I still want to do it. I have set a goal of riding Tevis in 2008.
The question is, do I have a horse to do it? That is yet to be answered. I had thought Eclipse would be the one but he showed me this past ride season that it is doubtful he's up to such a tough ride. He doesn't tend to use himself well enough naturally and I think the climbs would do him in. He had some right hind lameness issues that have left me concerned. And he can be a bit of a drama queen and get too pumped up to adequately take care of himself. While he's always controllable and rateable, he's still a bit "up" and easily distracted in the holds. At Tevis, I think a horse that comes in and goes to work eating, drinking, and relaxing has the better chance at completing. This is something Eclipse doesn't do well. He finishes 50s and still trots circles in his corral instead of relaxing. He's a fun ride and a horse that looks good at the vet checks because he's so peppy but he just doesn't chill out sufficiently.
Lyric has the right attitude--she's very laid back and takes care of herself well. And she's got the bloodlines to do it--Al Marah dam line. But she's a bit of a funny mover that makes vets scrunch up their faces during trotouts. She's a bit uneven in the front thanks to some winging on her right fore which also happens to be white while her left front is chestnut. Talk about drawing attention to yourself! She's an easy ride and very careful on the trails but that trotout issue can really bite you at the most inconvenient times. So she's questionable. I'll probably spin her back up this coming ride season and see how she does and see if we've managed her hooves better so she moves more evenly. I really like riding her--she's like a little red sports car.
So that brings me to Boomer. I bought Boomer on impulse at a local auction in April 2006 for the grand sum of $425. He was sold as an Arab but really could have passed as a non-Arab. I think he's a part Arab; his head is as non-Arab as they come. He's a big 15 hands and has a huge walk. So far he's done 4 50s and other than his 2nd one, he's done fine. He's another laid back dude, so much so he gets the "looks tired" comments from the vets. But he goes on and completes the rides well. He's just not animated--he's a daisy clipper supreme in his movement. He takes care of himself well and naps at the holds in between eating. I'm still getting used to how he acts as he's no Eclipse! Of the 3 horses I currently ride, he's the one I think has the best chance at Tevis. We did one ride with some climbs and he handled them well--very surefooted and powerful. I think his natural way of using himself will help him deal with climbs and descents. So this coming ride season, he's the one I'm betting on. We'll go for the 100 at Goethe in December and see how he does. That will tell me if he's going to get me out to Tevis in 2008.
Making a trip out to Tevis from FL is a big undertaking. I'm figuring that the trip out should be limited to 600 miles/day for a total of 5 days. Such a trip is pretty hard on a horse so you need recovery time. At least a week is what I'm planning. And once there, I'd like the opportunity of pre-riding some of the sections that you ride in the dark although there are parts that you might be better off NOT seeing in the daylight due to the narrowness of the trail and the dropoffs. Still, riding some parts is a good thing so your horse knows which way is "home."
So, my own grand Tevis adventure is slowly starting. Lots of little steps must be taken along the way to get there. If things don't fall into place for 2008, I'll just regroup and plan for another year. But in order to ever get there, you need to plan and work hard. They say getting out to Tevis is the hardest part; once the ride starts, it's all downhill!
The question is, do I have a horse to do it? That is yet to be answered. I had thought Eclipse would be the one but he showed me this past ride season that it is doubtful he's up to such a tough ride. He doesn't tend to use himself well enough naturally and I think the climbs would do him in. He had some right hind lameness issues that have left me concerned. And he can be a bit of a drama queen and get too pumped up to adequately take care of himself. While he's always controllable and rateable, he's still a bit "up" and easily distracted in the holds. At Tevis, I think a horse that comes in and goes to work eating, drinking, and relaxing has the better chance at completing. This is something Eclipse doesn't do well. He finishes 50s and still trots circles in his corral instead of relaxing. He's a fun ride and a horse that looks good at the vet checks because he's so peppy but he just doesn't chill out sufficiently.
Lyric has the right attitude--she's very laid back and takes care of herself well. And she's got the bloodlines to do it--Al Marah dam line. But she's a bit of a funny mover that makes vets scrunch up their faces during trotouts. She's a bit uneven in the front thanks to some winging on her right fore which also happens to be white while her left front is chestnut. Talk about drawing attention to yourself! She's an easy ride and very careful on the trails but that trotout issue can really bite you at the most inconvenient times. So she's questionable. I'll probably spin her back up this coming ride season and see how she does and see if we've managed her hooves better so she moves more evenly. I really like riding her--she's like a little red sports car.
So that brings me to Boomer. I bought Boomer on impulse at a local auction in April 2006 for the grand sum of $425. He was sold as an Arab but really could have passed as a non-Arab. I think he's a part Arab; his head is as non-Arab as they come. He's a big 15 hands and has a huge walk. So far he's done 4 50s and other than his 2nd one, he's done fine. He's another laid back dude, so much so he gets the "looks tired" comments from the vets. But he goes on and completes the rides well. He's just not animated--he's a daisy clipper supreme in his movement. He takes care of himself well and naps at the holds in between eating. I'm still getting used to how he acts as he's no Eclipse! Of the 3 horses I currently ride, he's the one I think has the best chance at Tevis. We did one ride with some climbs and he handled them well--very surefooted and powerful. I think his natural way of using himself will help him deal with climbs and descents. So this coming ride season, he's the one I'm betting on. We'll go for the 100 at Goethe in December and see how he does. That will tell me if he's going to get me out to Tevis in 2008.
Making a trip out to Tevis from FL is a big undertaking. I'm figuring that the trip out should be limited to 600 miles/day for a total of 5 days. Such a trip is pretty hard on a horse so you need recovery time. At least a week is what I'm planning. And once there, I'd like the opportunity of pre-riding some of the sections that you ride in the dark although there are parts that you might be better off NOT seeing in the daylight due to the narrowness of the trail and the dropoffs. Still, riding some parts is a good thing so your horse knows which way is "home."
So, my own grand Tevis adventure is slowly starting. Lots of little steps must be taken along the way to get there. If things don't fall into place for 2008, I'll just regroup and plan for another year. But in order to ever get there, you need to plan and work hard. They say getting out to Tevis is the hardest part; once the ride starts, it's all downhill!
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