In the Night Farm…Your Ride is Here.

And, We’re Off!

It isn’t dawn yet.  Outside my window, the hills flow silver with moonlight.  No songbirds call.  Only the rooster is awake.  And the horses.  They heard me rise, saw lights flicker on in the house, and sent up a chorus for their breakfast.  The dogs have gone back to bed.  Coffee brews. 

I can’t sleep.  In just a few hours, Ironman and I will set off for the Owyhee Canyonlands 2010 Multi-Day.  We’re taking both Consolation and Acey.  Acey’s first camping trip!  I can scarcely wait to be in ridecamp again, see endurance friends, grill lamb chops, drink beer, and RIDE.  I hope to complete two 50’s on Consolation, then do the Saturday 12-15 mile, non-competative trail ride on Acey, purely as a training exercise.  Cross your fingers for us!

Just a few hours…

(PS  How about that old photo of Consolation?  She was only three when I snapped it.)

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5 responses

  1. Tom

    Good luck! We can’t wait to hear all about your rides and time with friends. What could be better?!

    September 28, 2010 at 7:10 am

  2. Kim

    Good luck this weekend! I hope the weather cooperates : )

    September 28, 2010 at 1:12 pm

  3. Good luck and have fun!

    September 28, 2010 at 1:20 pm

  4. Tom

    I’m going back to the beginning of your blog and hope to read all of your entries over the few months. You are a remarkable trainer, a great writer as I mentioned before, and Barb horses (I know just a little bit about them) and endurance riding are really interesting.

    Anyway, have you ever hear it said that the great poets help us remember things that we didn’t even realize we knew? The moment of “Yes, it’s exactly like that!” Well, you wrote something that reaches that level of written strength in your Aaruba section. It’s the following”

    “You know the feeling: It’s acing the interview for your dream job, kissing someone you hardly know, traversing a high ropes course, rafting the Colorado. It’s being a child on the beach, ankle deep in riptide, wondering if it’s just you or the whole earth that moves.

    It’s seeing thousands of training hours turn to gold.”

    That was PRECISELY the feeling I got when Buster and I finally, after years of slowly working on it, fully achieved the most beautiful collected trot. Physically, it was like floating on air, emotionally, I could have cried. It was so special.

    As I alluded to in a previous post, Buster came to me as a powerful, stretched out, dominant, head-tossing beast who was bristling with confidence (for the most part) and wasn’t looking for any human companionship (that part’s absolutely fact). So you can fully appreciate what it takes to get from there to a collected trot that would make a dressage instructor happy.

    We still work on it and can’t simply pick up that trot instantly. But we can always get close, and often get “IT” and it’s just so magical.

    So thanks for sharing those awesome words. It’s so exciting, and rare, to read something that powerful (or occasionally hear it in a song).

    September 28, 2010 at 10:38 pm

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