Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wordpress Retreat

So I got fed up with google drive and took everything off.  There were over 13,000 duplicate files.  But my photos on this blog also disappeared (because the stupid drive had everything all together).  I set up a separate site for "Road to Tevis 2017" thinking it would be a separate blog so the masses (all 3 of you) who read whatthehellisrosedoingnow  wouldn't have to endure endless horsey stuff.  And I've been trying to set up my blog on wordpress.  I'd have SOOOO many more options!

But it's too many options.  It's essentially a full time job to set it up, or I'd have to hire someone.  I just want to write!

So I'm retreating to blogger.  The posts that aren't here will be added.  I'll re-add the photos for the old posts.  And hopefully catch up on writing about South Africa, the Cross Country Horse Acquisition Adventure, the Road to Tevis 2017, and of course the usual collection of random stuff that happens to catch my interest.

ONE HOUR LATER....Now I remember why I fled blogger.  It's the photo management.  To add a photo, it has to be in Google an album...but then the blog puts it somewhere...OMG.  Seriously.  So frustrated

Monday, March 6, 2017

From the Mists of Time

My teenage years were rocky.  If you knew me, you're thinking THAT'S the understatement of the century.  It is not an exaggeration to say I barely survived.  One of the key things that got me through was horses.  But not just horses.  Kelly's horses.  And Kelly herself.

I lost track of her sometime in 10th or 11th grade and was ecstatic when she finally turned up on facebook after more than 15 years!  We met up in Florida last weekend while I was there for, yup, a horse thing.

We visited the horses, goat, pig, and cows, painted nails, collected eggs, found a carpenter bee, rode a pony, and generally just didn't have nearly enough time to catch up on 15 years.
Kelly - I remember riding my bike the 3.5 miles to the farm (apparently, you reminded me, with my cup of quarters to pay for my lessons).  I spent so much time at the farm, my memories run together a bit.
I remember wearing 3 turtlenecks and Carharts to muck stalls in the winter.  The wheelbarrow would be so heavy I had to get a running start to get up the ramp to the spreader.  Sometimes it was icy and the momentum carried the whole wheelbarrow, and me with it, into the manure spreader.
I remember the first time I jumped a 4' fence and the first time we rode off the farm and galloped up the edge of a big field.
I remember asking for lunge lessons so I could ride without my stirrups and reins (I still like this).
I remember learning to wrap legs. And clean tack.  And reassemble the bridle I had taken apart.
I remember sitting in the aisle watching the farrier.
I remember my least favorite chore of pulling the dirt covered hose out of the arena after I watered it and recoiling it.  A close second was cleaning stalls in the upper barn when the geese were in it.  They terrified me.
I remember sitting on Rebel bareback while he grazed after I'd finished my work.  And when you would bring me chicken nuggets from McDonalds, or even better, when I got to ride in the truck and go along.
I remember when you started dating Ed.  He would put my bike in the back of his truck and drive me home when I was there until after dark.  

I suppose he was a keeper since you still have him and are raising a wonderful, dirt covered tiny human.

 I am so glad to have found you.  Without you, Summer, Irish, Liz, Rebel, Harrington, and the rest of the crew, I wouldn't be a (mostly) functional adult human.  You also gave me an amazing foundation for my riding.  If you do even 1/2 as good a job with your own tiny human, she'll be ready for anything.
Also, you fed me.  Bacon.  I will be back.

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Thanks Universe

So after flying to newark, staying with my parents for a day, driving my truck to virginia, hunting  2 days in a row, having christmas, picking up my trailer, driving to michigan, picking up Stevie and 2 horses, spending a night in oklahoma, a night in new mexico, a night in arizona, and stopping to ride the vegas strip...we are on our way to camp with the horses at Joshua Tree for New Years.
Then Mary Lee,  fellow 2014 Mongol Derby Rider messages Stevie...
And instead of a cold rainy windy night in the trailer, we are tucked in snug and warm at Mary Lee's with the horses in the back yard.
Thanks universe! And Mary Lee!
Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 15, 2016

RTWC - Maps 'n Stuff

In addition to photos, I also have GPS tracks!!

I am now totally engrossed fiddling with Garmin BaseCamp and Google Earth.  So you will have to wait for Training Rides Part 2 and tolerate my fumbling first attempts to create cohesive, comprehesible maps.  If it doesn't make sense, tell me now.  The maps are just beginning!

Start Camp was here.
From the insane scribble of GPS track, I have a pretty good idea of where stuff was in camp.
p.s. Assume north is up on maps unless otherwise specified.

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Monday, December 12, 2016

RTWC - Test Rides Part 1

I really did mean to make "Pre-Race Training" just one blog entry including test rides, the course, and other choice bits from Start Camp.  But without making this entry a novel (which you don't have time to read all at once) and without leaving out bits you simply MUST know about...we'll start with test rides.

Oct 20
Test Ride - Inspiration (Group Ride)
First order of business, remove ticks.  Some of the wounds from these ticks were oozy and weeping requiring some additional clean up.
Then off for our first ride!! Up through the jungle and out across the hill!  Some of these photos are from the Sony can see my helmet on the left edge.
When we got to the top of the hill, we stopped to let everyone make adjustments as necessary.  I hopped off to adjust my stirrups for the first of many times.  In this picture you can see the stirrup strap and girth straps...those black shiny bits.  I will be complaining about these later.  One of the ONLY bits of kit that seriously needs to be improved for next year.
After every test ride and every leg of the race, the horse is checked by a vet to ensure proper care has been taken and they are fit to continue.  The time we enter camp is recorded and the horse must be presented to the vet and have a pulse of 64 bpm or below within 20 minutes.
Gut sounds, capillary refill on the gums, skin pinch to check hydration, and a trot away and back to check soundness are also part of the vet check.  We are going to be asking these animals to give us everything and then some.  It is crucial to care for them and catch any potential issues as early as possible.

Also, if a horse 'vets out', your race is over.

Test Ride - Inspiration
The rest of the test rides are individual so we ride out at timed intervals.  And follow a GPS track...that has just been loaded.  The track is quite different from the Mongol Derby where it was just point coordinates for horse changes and navigation was up to you.  In reality, we weren't really far enough apart to be totally alone.
The horses had been living at camp and riding these tracks for quite some time and some were more interested in catching up with their buddies and heading back to camp.  Inspiration needed a little bit of extra...inspiration to go well on his own.  Particularly when there were people standing in unusual places holding scary things. a.k.a. The Camera Crew
Test Ride - Eklips
The sun decided not to come out.  It had been raining a LOT before we arrived, and our arrival didn't slow it down.  Since I live in a desert, I was enjoying the stuff falling from the sky perhaps more than the others.
This was to be a full kit ride.  I had my stuff together so strapped my sleeping bag to the cantle, put on my pack, and set off.
There were two training courses.  We were riding the 2nd training course this time.  Part way through, I somehow ended up following a dirt track that was close...but not ON, the GPS track...and discovered exactly why Barry was so adamant that, yes, you MUST follow the GPS track. I thought I could just scoot down the steep bit to the beach and be back on track...Nope.  Cliff.  Lesson learned.

Test Ride - Klouter
Klouter would be my anchor for the last 5 legs (of 12 total).  He had a comfortable yet ground eating stride I knew I'd be glad of by day 3.
By this point, the track was becoming familiar and we cruised along.  Until we got close to the swimming spot.  Coming across the beach, I saw rider Anthony in the water with his horse...but something was very wrong.  He was in the deep swimming area where typically just the horse's head and back are above water.  Instead I saw front legs thrashing.  And Nicola was wading in.  It sort of looked like the reins could be around a leg?  But not. Nic told me, and Brent who arrived right after me, to stand on the shore hoping it would motivate the horse to go the right way.  Nic reached Anthony and the horse...there was thrashing...Nic got hit with a hoof in the shoulder...and they both headed for shore.  There was physically nothing tiny humans in the water could do.  The horse thrashed a bit more then tipped over and just floated on it's side.  We all called to it and eventually it righted itself and floundered to shore.  Apparently this happens.  And happened a bunch before we arrived with horses that did not make the cut and were sent home.  They panic.  Water in their ears disorients them more.  And chaos ensues.  It was terrifying to watch. But the they end up fine.

Anthony remounted and Brent, Anthony, and I rode back together in the fading light surrounded by twinkling fireflies.  (Ooooo, aren't I poetic in the middle of the night.)

The next morning, I found out that 13 had become 12.  Anthony withdrew from the race.

And we all immediatly scavenged his kit for anything we might have forgotten.

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