2012 Northeast Challenge 30

A couple months ago I heard on Facebook that the Northeast Challenge endurance ride was being revived after a 6 year hiatus.  I looked on the map and found that it was only a couple hours away from my new home in Corinth, ME.  My life is much more settled now than it has been for the last few years, my horse has some good miles on him this year, and I have a freelance job that brings in a few extra bucks that I could siphon off to pay the ride fee... so I decided to enter.

The only thing left to decide was the distance... 30 or 50?  I took him on a 20 mile "rail trail" ride as a test run to better judge his fitness.  It was very humid, he was alone, and the trail was incredibly boring... but he did well physically.  Mentally, I wasn't so sure about him.  And I wasn't positive that I could do more than 30 miles, myself.  So I entered the 30.

The ride was this past Sunday.  It's been 3 years since I did this, and I was having a hard time remembering what to pack, so I started making lists and packing on Tuesday.  John ("JP") and I left for the ride on Saturday morning.  (I love him for never questioning whether he would be going!)  The trailer "lives" at home but Zephyr is boarded a couple miles away, so we loaded the last of our gear at about 9:30 and headed to the barn... a full 30 minutes ahead of schedule.

When we got there, I immediately went to get Zephyr, since I figured he might see the trailer and hightail it for the hills.  He was halfway down the pasture and didn't see me at first.  I made the mistake of talking to him before I reached his side.  He looked at me, looked towards the barn and saw the trailer, and he was OUT of there!  Ran for the back of the field.  So off I went, walking after him.  As I got close I could tell he was going to run again so I swung the lead rope and drove him off before he could move.  I have never seen him run that fast in my life!  JP was standing near the top of the pasture, and when he saw the freight train coming he beat feet to the fence and climbed it to get out of the way.  The good news was, Zephyr looked awesome, I didn't have to trot him out to tell that he was perfectly sound and ready to go.

We left the barn a full 30 minutes behind schedule.  Oh well, I refused to get rattled.  Calm and collected, relaxed... chill.  I find the less I rush around, the better the whole experience is.

We made the usual unavoidable WalMart stop, and we were getting close to camp when I decided to stop and let everyone have a potty break, even Zephyr.  I was pretty sure after a 3 hour trip he was going to pee as soon as we stopped for a few minutes, so I pulled into the Buckfield Mall to unload him onto the grass and give him a chance to do it there instead of in the trailer when we pulled into camp.  We were greeted by a lovely sign!  When I unloaded Zephyr, some men were walking past and they asked if we were there for the trail race.  It seems that ride management did a really great job informing the community about what was going on, so kudos and thanks to them.

We arrived at ridecamp at around 1:30 pm, and found a beautiful old red farmhouse with this sign.  I don't think I've ever felt more welcomed!  ;-)

As we drove in there was a long field running slightly downhill, with the awards/dinner area at the top and the vet area at the bottom.   We got a great parking spot only 3 trailers away from the vet.  We took our time setting up camp, then checked in and headed to the vet.

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

Zephyr got all As except a B on skin tenting and another B that I can't remember what it was for.  JP paid close attention to everything and asked a few questions later.  On the way back to the trailer I gave him his first lesson in leading a horse... I'm starting him off slow.  ;-)

Since the hold would be at camp, we just chilled out for the rest of the afternoon, making sure everything we needed was set aside or brought to the crewing area near the vet. Meanwhile, Zephyr did what he did best... eat!  I was a little worried that he wasn't drinking, but not terribly so yet.  He is always VERY well hydrated at home, he loves the water at the barn.  But I was nervous because the barn well is in jeopardy and I'd had to fill my travel tank at home with the long black rubber hose that he doesn't seem to like the taste of.  I'd tried the 'peppermints in the water' trick but he still wasn't drinking.  I took him to the big camp tank and he still didn't want any.  I still wasn't too concerned, but was definitely paying attention!

Just before the riders' meeting and supper, I saddled up and took a brief ride down the first half-mile or so of trail.  Zephyr was happy and traveling well.  I was just nervous about a really steep hill in that first half-mile of woods; I was afraid he would be pulling so hard at the start that he'd be likely to trip going down the hill.  At the bottom of the hill, though, was a nice little stream, and Zephyr decided it was time to drink.  He sucked down quite a lot of water (26 gulps, I counted) and then we turned back to camp with me grinning and relaxing even more.  Things really would be OK!

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

We got back just in time for the riders' meeting, and JP and I headed up the hill with our chairs.  I guess I need more practice in taking notes during the meeting... more on that later... but I did take away the fact that the 30-milers would ride the orange loop (loop 1) and the pink loop (loop 3).  JP and I decided that he would skip the pit crew stop on loop 1, and would only go to the second pit crew stop on loop 3.  Then we headed back to the trailer to finish a few last-minute things.

That night when it got close to bedtime, JP joked that if Zephyr laid down again like he did last time I took him camping (a few weeks ago), I should go lay with him again and he'd make sure to get a picture.  Not long after, we heard a thump, and looked around the trailer to see Zephyr totally zonked out with his head balanced on his teeth.

So over I went to snuggle with him.  He never moved, even with the flash going off seven or eight times.

We were all prepped for the ride, and in bed, by 9pm.  I was sure I'd lay awake for hours but I fell asleep very quickly and slept soundly until about 4am... probably the best pre-ride sleep I've EVER gotten!  I guess the 3 year layoff was good for me!  JP said he didn't sleep quite as well but I'm not surprised, he isn't used to hearing 40+ horses munching hay, stomping, and farting all night long.

It got pretty cold overnight so at some point I got up and started my little Mr. Buddy propane heater.  We were up and at 'em by 5am for the 6:30am start.  Zephyr drank over half a bucket of water overnight, which was pretty good for him being away from home.  I was thrilled!  I did make note that the water he drank was the stuff from the camp trough, not from our house.  I don't know that I'll bother with peppermints in the water again, he adores mints but I guess not in his water.

I remembered enough of my usual pre-ride routine that I was able to stay calm and relaxed... feed horse, feed myself, dress myself, tack horse, put horse's Easyboot Gloves on, check in with timer, mount horse, warm up horse while eating a banana, realize I forgot the straps that hold down the bottoms of my boot-legged riding pants, call to JP and beg for them, finish banana, ride to the start, start the ride.

Zephyr and I left camp on Loop 1 (orange ribbons) with four horses/riders in front of us, and stayed there for most of the day.  We rode for a while with Sharon Akerstrom and her beautiful 17yo gelding Tonka (below), the mother-and-daughter team of Stephanie and Sarah (?) Buckley on their superstar ponies.  We couldn't have caught those ponies if we'd tried, they're amazing!  We also rode for a bit with Cricket, who I think was riding Empiric?

The trails on Loop 1 were STUNNING.  They included bushhogged grass trails, fields, dirt roads, and woods paths.  There were some short sections of pavement but I didn't mind them, Zephyr's Easyboot Gloves mean that it makes little difference to him whether we're on pavement or hard-packed dirt.  There were some noticeable hills but nothing like the mountains of Vermont or New Hampshire.

Trot with us, why don't you?  :-)

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

I didn't take any pictures of my favorite part of the whole ride. I was riding in the lead with Sharon A. and Cricket behind me.  We entered a large field where the mowed trail meandered around the edge in gentle S curves.  Zephyr shifted gears on his own and we I loped around the curves as one being, graceful and balanced, both of us grinning like fools.  As the trail veered to the right and continued straight across the field, I dropped my reins across the saddle's pommel and lifted my arms wide, straight out to the sides at shoulder height, hands spread as far as they would go, combing the wind with my fingers.  I tipped my head back to feel the sun, closed my eyes, and just WAS, with my horse, my partner, the winged half of myself.

It was the most joyful moment I have ever shared with Zephyr.

After 16 miles, we crossed the paved road that camp was on and trotted down the farm's dirt driveway.  We arrived back at the timer for our hold exactly 2 hours and 20 minutes after the start, which means an average of just under 7 mph.  I know because my wonderful crewman, JP, told me so.  :-)  He knew how many people were in front of me and how long the same loop had taken the 50-mile riders.  I hadn't asked him to track all that stuff but what can I say, he's a natural!

Zephyr's heart rate monitor belt was malfunctioning, and by the time I realized it, 12 minutes had passed and we were still sponging for all we were worth.  I checked his pulse under his jawbone with my fingers and realized he was probably sufficiently down.  We walked slowly over and called for a courtesy check.  He was down to 48... far below the required 64.  Awesome!  The vet check went great, all As this time.  The hold went fast, as holds tend to do, but Zephyr drank really well.  JP got Zephyr's food and water ready, held the lead rope while he ate, and even reapplied Desitin to his heels before I put his Gloves back on.  Soon I was back in the saddle and eagerly awaiting new trails.

We had to leave alone, out of camp uphill past our trailer, and Zephyr did fine until we got to the gate, at which point he spooked and wouldn't have anything to do with leaving.  I heard from some folks sitting with near the gate that every horse had spooked there.  So I stopped fighting him and simply turned him around and backed him for a while, then turned him back around just before the gate.  It worked and we were off.

The trail followed the farm's driveway to the main road, where the crossing guards seemed to think that I was supposed to turn right and follow the pavement, but I was positive that I was supposed to go back the way I had come in from the last loop, because as we had come in to camp I'd seen pink ribbons along with the orange (loop 1) and green (loop 2 - 50 milers only).

It didn't take me more than a mile before I started second guessing myself.  I pulled out the map and studied loop 1 (orange) and loop 3 (pink), comparing them.  I was still pretty sure I was going the right way, but there was a shadow of a doubt, which multiplied when I began encountering horses going the other way.  No horses going the same way as us.  But then suddenly I realized it... outbound ribbons on the right!  Double ribbons BEFORE turns!  I was definitely riding the pink loop in the correct direction.  DUH.  Such a stupid thing to forget, no matter how many years I'd been gone.

I didn't take any pictures during our second loop, partially because I was focused on trail markings and partially because the trails were much more challenging.  The footing was what they call 'technical' ... which means the horse has to pay close attention to where he puts his feet. The ride photographer was out on this loop too, though...

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

Photo courtesy of Clowater Photography

I had trouble with the trail one more time on this loop.  There were two double pink ribbons, then a water trough with a left-turn arrow behind it that was pointing left up a hilly field with a trail bushhogged through it.  The corner of the trail had a solid pink ribbon and a red/white striped ribbon.  The striped ribbons weren't mentioned at the ride meeting but they'd been relatively consistent at turns along with solid ribbons.  What threw me was that there were a LOT of hoof prints continuing up the dirt road ahead of me, but no trail ribbons that I could see... and that when we went up the field trail, there were ONLY orange ribbons, no pink.  When I turned around and looked at the view from the hill, there were wind turbines that I didn't remember seeing before.  I was so confused!  I rode back to the dirt road and turned left, looking at footprints and looking for ribbons.  Nothing.  I asked some people at a house what road I was on, and checked the map.  That road was nowhere on the map.

I probably lost at least 5 minutes wondering what to do, and finally decided to take the uphill field trail.  Eventually I did see pink ribbons on my right and felt like an idiot for not just continuing on faith... but I've been on way too many rides where I've gotten lost and put extra miles on my horse!  I wasn't doing that!!

In the end, we were still able to make great time, despite being alone (ie, less motivated!), despite getting confused about the trail, and despite the more challenging footing.  We completed the 14 miles in exactly the same length of time we'd used for the 16 mile first loop... 2 hours and 20 minutes, for an average of 6 mph.  I believe they said there were 16 entrants, and that Zephyr and I finished 5th.

When we came back into camp, we had to go past the trailer, so I dismounted and loosened the girth at the top of the field and then dumped all my tack at the truck before walking with JP down to the crew area to sponge and finish pulsing down.  I hadn't bothered to put his heart rate monitor back on because it was malfunctioning, so this time I went with the jaw pulse right from the start.  As soon as we'd dumped some water on him, I checked, and he seemed down.  Indeed he was, his pulse was down to 60 in 4 minutes this time, and he got all As at the exit vet check.

We spent our afternoon packing and periodically walking Zephyr, either around camp or to graze in the next field over.  We got a super cool little mini bucket for an award (yellow of course) and were ready to pull out of camp as soon as supper was over... 530 I think?

I got about halfway back home before I decided I absolutely couldn't drive anymore, and handed over my keys to JP.  I usually don't let anyone else drive my truck/trailer when Zephyr is on board, but in this case, it wasn't safe for me to continue.  I don't know if it was lack of sleep or the ride, but two days later I still don't feel rested.  I guess 30 miles was the right choice for ME, too!  Three years off is a long time!

The really good news is, my EZ-Fit Treeless Saddle continues to do the trick for Zephyr and me.  It's quick to tack and untack from, he moves great in it, it didn't move overly much even on all those hills, and it's very comfortable for me.  We did change him to a dry Thinline Wool Felt saddlepad at the hold, just for comfort's sake.  I do think I need to go back to tights instead of boot cut pants because I was getting some chafing on my calves right at the end.

I've been working non-stop since we dropped Zephyr at the barn on Sunday night, but my barnlord tells me that he's doing great.  She's wondering how long it will take before the giant yellow number wears off, though.  I think she thinks it looks weird.................................................. I didn't have the heart to tell her that if I have my way, as soon as it wears off another one will get put on! Maynesboro Stud 50, anyone?

Pasture Living

Zephyr has been enjoying his time in Gary’s cow field, just down the road from our house.  I’ve been leaving him out there unless we’re expecting heavy rain or a thunderstorm.  He has two other horses and 6-10 cows for company.  Every night, even if he’s going to stay out there, I bring grain for him and the other two horses.  They see my headlamp as I walk towards the field along the road.  It took a few days for them to figure it out, but now I think they watch for me.  Sometimes Zephyr comes running all by himself and it takes Rocky and Peyton a few minutes to figure out what’s going on.  It sure is nice not to have to tromp all the way across the field to get him!

Wednesday night, even though the weather was nice, Zephyr followed me back to the gate and very clearly asked me to bring him home.  (Last night, though, no such request.)  Funny boy.

Here’s a series of videos from the Thursday morning when I brought him back.

Larry, Moe, and Curly... all the shades of brown!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beach Bingo

My second and last beach trip of the spring was supposed to happen this Tuesday, but an unpleasant weather forecast changed it to Sunday.  One thing after another made it so none of my riding friends could join me, but our neighbor from across the road (Mary) said she’d like to come just for the walk, and to take pictures.  Mary sometimes takes care of Zephyr for me when we’re away traveling.

We left the driveway around 8:45am and made decent time getting to Scarborough, arriving at 12 noon.  Low tide was at 1:30 so I tacked up quickly.  I just replaced the battery on Zephyr’s heart rate monitor belt transmitter (bottom right photo) so I did take the time to make sure it was working before we left.

There were a bunch of other riders already there, and more arriving every minute.  We ended up with probably 8 other riders on the beach with us... but thankfully never WITH us.  When I ride alone I like to be alone... strangers never go the right speed.  At one point, two horses cantered by while we were trotting, and Zephyr was a little jumpy, but then I guess the exposure is good for him.

When we first got out to the beach there was a family with a kite just off camera to our right.

 

<< I like this picture... check out the tongue...

One of the horses that arrived just before us was a big black Percheron.  Mary was quite taken with it:

After our brief photo session, Zephyr and I headed down towards the pier.  He was willing and forward, but wasn’t interested in galloping.  We mostly trotted on this first trip, an easy 9-10mph trot.  I don’t have any pictures from that trip down because I left the camera with Mary. 

On the way back, we were enjoying a nice relaxing canter when my phone rang.  I could tell that it was my best bud Steph so I decided to see if I could answer it without Zephyr breaking stride.  It was strapped to my leg so I reached down, unvelcroed the top tab of the phone holder, and was able to answer it without dropping it.  Yay!  She asked what I was doing and I said “cantering down the beach”.  It took a minute to convince her that I was actually STILL cantering down the beach.  I had to hold the phone down near Z’s shoulder so she could hear his feet on the hard-packed sand!  She was impressed, I think, but we agreed that we should probably talk later because of all the dogs and little kids I was having to pay attention to avoiding.

After the first trip down and back, it was time for a drink of water and a bite to eat.  Hay for Zephyr, chocolate pudding for me.  I had a sandwich (prepackaged, eww) but it was exactly low tide and I wanted to get back out there.  Wasn’t too hungry, anyway.  A young boy and his father came over to say hello... the dad was wearing a walking cast up past his knee but his son REALLY wanted to “go pet the horsie” so over they hobbled.  Zephyr pretty much ignored the kid, just kept eating.

After lunch, Mary got some video of us.  Unfortunately I didn’t realize she was there, so we’re really far away!

We went down to the pier again, and all the way back Zephyr kept pulling hard to the left.  I assumed he wanted to be further from the water but I “let him have his head” a couple times and each time he made an abrupt U-turn back towards the pier!  Apparently he didn’t want to go home. 

At some point, the inevitable happened.  He stopped and dropped a load of manure, which I then was responsible for picking up.  I hopped off and dug out my plastic shopping bags, scooped the poop into one of them, double bagged it and tied it on my saddle.  Just as I was doing so, four riders walked their horses past and asked if Zephyr was a Morgan.  I said no and explained about his breeding (Arab x Rocky Mountain) and gaits (walk, foxtrot, rack, trot, extended trot).  They ohh’d and ahh’d.  I think they were a little surprised that I was actually picking up my horse’s manure... there was so much of it all along the beach that I’m sure nobody else was.  It was like beach bingo... which square will the horse poop on?  I mean, yeah, the tide was coming in but if horseback riders don’t follow the rules they agreed to when they applied for their permit they might someday lose the privilege!  Of course from then until I found a trash barrel I had to ride with one hand on the manure bag... not an easy feat at a canter.

Just as we got back to the path to the parking lot, this is what we saw:

I was pretty freaked out, thinking he’d spook, so I let him make his U-turn and we made another trip to the pier.  When we got down there I stopped him and turned him back towards the trailer, and he wouldn’t walk forward.  When I let him have his head, he turned around and started walking toward the pier.  Very strange... normally the pier freaks him out a little bit.  I pressed the issue and off we went back towards the trailer.  On the way back, the parasailer passed us and Zephyr didn’t even blink.

According to the GPS we did 15 miles total, almost entirely at a trot or canter, so he was pretty soaked in sweat when we got back to the trailer.  Mary had gotten cold and was reading in the truck, so I pulled his tack and walked him back to the beach for a quick roll in the sand.  He drew a crowd of about 30-40 people, many with cameras, as he rolled over and over again for a couple minutes.  Then got up and found another spot to do it again!  He was a sandy beast when he was done.

The trip home was uneventful.  We stopped in Topsham for a quick Ruby Tuesday’s meal with my parents, and were home by 8pm.  My back muscles are a little sore today but I’m happy.  :-)