This weekend was
great because this ride was a real “non-event” overall. I like being able to go
and not have too much drama! The heat was the main thing. On Saturday it was 42
when I got up at 4:45 a.m. and 95 when I left camp late in the afternoon. I opted
not to stay the night again with the temperature swinging like that!
The worst thing
that happened was my own dumb mistake. I left Blue’s halter on overnight. He
woke me up once banging around in his pen, but when I looked out there, he was upright
and the pen was upright too, so I went back to bed. Well, at 5 a.m. when I went
out to catch him, I realized he wasn’t wearing a halter, and I had forgotten to
bring my spare. So I got out the flashlight to try to find the halter. I was
turning over hay and poop piles. I walked all around the pen inside and out in
case he had flung it somewhere. But I just couldn’t find it. I was wasting a
lot of time and getting really frustrated.
Well, lo and
behold, there it is in the grass near his hind feet. I reach down to get it and
his foot comes up with it. He must have gone to scratch his ear with a hind
foot or something, because one of the strands of the halter was wedged into his
shoe between the hoof wall and the shoe itself. I couldn’t get it out of there
no matter how much I yanked and wiggled and prayed, so eventually I just cut
the rope on both sides and left a little piece of it in his shoe. I was a
little worried that it might lame him like a rock in the shoe would, but there
wasn’t a farrier in camp at that time of day, so I just went ahead and risked
it, hoping it would fall out on its own over the course of the ride.
Luckily, the
halter was just big enough that I could tie the part I had cut back together solidly
enough to get us through the day. But now I have to get another rope halter. I
loved this one! RIP fancy ebay halter.
So don’t get
complacent about halters. Just because I’ve left him unattended in a halter 100
times doesn’t mean that lucky number 101 couldn’t be a disaster. Blue could have
seriously hurt himself if the halter hadn’t slipped off of his head. He might
have spent the whole night with his hind foot tied to his ear. He might have
fallen, gotten tangled in the panels and broken a leg. He might have freaked
and hurt one of the other 40 horses in camp.
After solving
the halter problem, everything was normal except I was about a half hour behind
in getting ready. No time to do good stretches or force myself to eat much. C’est
la vie.
Blue was a bit
naughty at the start, but he’s still no Otto. He jigged a lot, so I would turn
and one-rein stop and work him. If I hadn’t had to deal with that stupid
halter, I might have had more time to warm him up and get the jigs out before
the start. As it was, I didn’t know where the trail was, so I needed to start
with the group visible to get me out of camp. We did a very fast couple of
miles once we started, then he relaxed and set a nice pace the rest of the
morning. I caught up to Beth, who was riding her “slow” horse, Sparrow. Her “slow”
horse was just a hair faster than Blue
would normally go on his own, so that actually worked out nicely. By then, Blue
had gotten all of his jigging out, so we would let them get away on the parts
they did fast, but we’d end up catching them again because we just keep a
steady pace all day long.
(Quick sidenote:
Kara warned me that it would be dusty in Sisters. She did not exaggerate. The water coming off of me in the shower on
Saturday night was not only tea-brown, but also opaque. I was FILTHY.)
The footing
reminded me a lot of Madam Dorion (sand and powder-dirt, and gravel roads at
times) except that there were rocks hiding under the dirt in some places, so we
had to be careful. We are still not as good at it as Heather and Quincy, but
Blue is getting better at believing me when I pick a part of the trail to point
him down instead of letting him go clattering through the worst spots.
I always think
of the year that Heather and I did HOTR with me riding Otto. There was a gopher
hole that she didn’t see until they were literally on top of it. Quincy is such
a well-trained dressage horse that Heather somehow got him to do a sidepass in
mid-air. You wouldn’t have believed it if you had been there. I aspire to that
level of trust.
The views at
Santiam were amazing. I wish I had taken pictures of the mountains and the rock
formations.
By the time we
got back to camp for our 45-minute hold, the temperature had risen roughly 40
degrees, and I desperately needed a bathroom. Other than that, all was well.
Better yet, Kara
and Sunny came off their hold at the same time as us, and rode together for the
whole second loop. Thank goodness, too. Sunny, while not fast, was willing to
drag the extremely skeptical Blue back out of camp. The loop purported to be 10
miles long. It felt much shorter, even with both horses dawdling along, and
stops for water and a boot malfunction.
We vetted
through the finish, and the vet (same person as at Bandit) had nothing but nice
things to say. Extra electrolytes on board made a world of difference. Blue
EDPPMFed his way through the entire ride.
You may also remember
that I sewed loops onto the bottle holders on my saddle pack to hold two
syringes of electrolyte applesauce. They worked really well except I will need
to start duct taping the syringes shut. The cap came off one and it spilled
out. The other three I had throughout the day stayed fine without tape, so it
will mostly be an extra precaution. I think the modification is a success,
generally speaking.
Back at the trailer,
the temperature was rising without pity. I set Blue up at the trailer with hay,
mash and water, and set myself up with lots of icy water, an apple, electrolyte
pills, vitamin water and a couple small pieces of jerky. And then I more or
less collapsed onto the air bed for the next two hours, even as the temperature
in the trailer went past what I’d consider safe, strictly speaking.
I made the
decision to head home and not face several hours of this heat followed by a
plunge into a freezing cold night and another early morning.
Packing was even
more of a chore than usual in the extreme heat. I was really weak and out of
it, and probably not 100% good to drive. But by then my heat-addled mind was
made up. I was packed and loaded by 4 p.m. I stopped at the Subway on the edge
of Sisters and headed up the mountain, hoping for the temp to drop as the
altitude rose.
It didn’t
really. But at least the sandwich was good.
Way to go Ruth and Blue! ~E.G.
ReplyDeleteCongrats! Glad to hear the syringe holder update, too - thanks! Electrolytes are nothing short of miraculous.
ReplyDeleteHaving lost a horse from camp (and caught lots of horses lost by other people), I endorse keeping a horse in a halter in camp.
ReplyDeleteGet a cheap breakaway halter if you like, but when they get loose and there's NOTHING to grab onto, it's a much bigger challenge and a much more dangerous situation.
My 2cents
wooo hooo! See you at OR100?
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear your invention worked! That is a great idea!
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