Wednesday, September 30, 2015
September 26 2015
All kinds of adventures and excitement (the good and the bad kind) took place at the first Lost 'N Lava endurance ride near Shoshone, Idaho.
Upon arrival, if you took the correct turn off the highway into Ridecamp, you'd drive past a truly spectacular modern throwback homestead, with acres full of collections of every possible piece of everything you could ever need, want, or imagine. Big steel A-frames anyone? How about wooden ones? House frame? Or any of a dozen old tractors, lined up in a parade row. (One old tractor got a flat tire while plowing up one of the fields, and why fix that tire when you can just hitch up another tractor? Although there were surely spare tractor tires somewhere on the place.) Some old chevy car. Lots of other old cars. And pieces of cars. And former pieces of former cars. Generators. Machines. Cabins. Pieces of cabins. Old bridge. Old wagons. Older wagons. Lots of huge hunky draft horses running free. Lots of baling twine. Baling twine holding up 'fences' made of steel girders. Sometimes it was a tight fit, squeezing a big horse trailer on the two-track dirt road through the collections. You would not want to meet a horse trailer coming out at you, because neither of you would have room to make a mistake backing up!
This was the Barney's property, a laid-back, friendly, calm father and son, jack-of-all trade throwbacks to the 1880's it looked like, who happily let Lynn White put on a ride out of their place.
Upon arrival, if you took a wrong turn off the highway on what looked to be the right road, but turned out to be the wrong one, you might have ended up on a narrowing-to-scary dirt road along a canal, with not much choice in turning a rig around. That happened to Drin, who came all the way from Montana for the ride. (And after all that driving from Montana, Drin was so sick with the flu on Saturday, she didn't even get to ride.)
But it was a good thing Drin came, however, because a sick, scrawny one-eyed cat sidled up to Drin the evening that she arrived, begging for a rescue. Somebody must have dumped the cat, who was once obviously human-owned, and it had survived for who knows how long, along a creek among owls and coyotes, on wits and cat prayers, until heaven arrived in the form of a camp full of animal-loving endurance riders. At Friday's ride meeting, money was quickly raised so the cat could be treated by a vet. It was obvious that New Cat/Lava/Barney would be adopted by the end of the ride by some softie, you could just tell.
If you were in camp a night early, you and your horses got to mingle, whether or not you wanted to, with first cows, then the resident draft horses, who were all happy to find yummy hay, and sometimes grain sitting outside horse trailers. The draft horses were locked up the next evening!
You could also catch sight of a hulking pair of draft horses, pulling the water wagon, which filled up the water tubs in camp. Hopefully your horse would not see this spectacle as he was vetting in on Friday, or during a vet check in camp on Saturday!
The 55 mile ride had over 20 riders in it. There were 3 loops, 16, 20, and 18ish miles out into the sagebrush desert and back to Ridecamp for the vet checks and finish. There might have been a dozen LD riders, and nobody rode the 75.
At the very start, riders crossed the Big Wood River. Which was bone dry at this time of year.
Footing was pretty easy going on the first two loops, mostly flat, with a couple of minor hills. Plenty of cows, if you wanted to break your endurance horse to cows, or if you wanted to chase them away from water troughs, which Dudley was happy to do. Some lava rocks in the trails slowed you down at times, but your horse enjoyed a break now and then anyway. The area is a site of a lava flow from the 10,000-year-old Shoshone volcano. We rode right by the Black Butte crater, part of this lava flow field.
The third loop had a good bit of rock in the trail which slowed riders down, but was doable, and not too hot, with a good enough breeze to kick a dust trail up from horses' hooves. The temperatures were supposed to reach around 90 degrees, but a lovely cloud cover kept the first half of the day cooler, and the breeze helped with the second half of the day.
As we were finishing up the second loop, a helicopter flew right over us. When we got back to camp, we found out Julia Corbin had an accident, and was Life Flighted out. (Reminder to everyone: Renew your Life Flight membership!! It's only $60 a year!) Scary! Turns out she broke her pelvis when her horse went over on her. She'll be fine, but feel free to send her your good thoughts and vibes for fast healing.
When you're out on the trail, you're often oblivious to what's going on with the rest of the ride. At the finish, we heard a couple of riders missed a turn early in the day, and went some miles out of their way following the wrong color ribbons. 3 horses had been treated - a bad day for them, though they ended up being fine.
Winner of the 55 miler was Jolly Holiday and Elroy Karius, who drove 2 days from Canada to get there. Best Condition went to Lee Pearce and Fire Mt Malabar - the gelding back in usual fine form after an illness this summer.
It was a real good day for New Cat/Lava/Barney. Helen and Archie from DWA Arabians up the road took him home. You knew Archie was the total softie that would end up with him. Archie spent the day driving the 'horse ambulance' - the truck pulling the horse trailer along some of those tricky lava-rock roads, while Helen and Ann rode their DWA horses.
Lots of volunteers showed up before and during the ride to help. If you were standing around, you were volunteered to help. The catered dinner was terrific after a long day of riding, particularly the pink cake for desert. Lynn ran a good ride despite all the chaos. Hopefully that took care of all the gremlins for years to come!
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Wednesday, September 23, 2015
September 23 2015
by Merri Melde-Endurance.net
The Teeter Ranch in Oreana, Idaho, was the site last weekend of a third "Foundations and Beyond Horsemanship" Clinic taught by natural horsemanship trainer, Ted Nicholes of Parma, Idaho. Seven pupils (a mix of endurance, pleasure, and trail riders), seeking a better working relationship with their horses, participated in the 3-day clinic.
A former cowboy, and former teacher, Nicholes had an "epiphany moment" a few years ago when he
discovered the difference between a tool (horse) to get the job done, and a mutually respectful, willing, and appreciative partnership with a horse, after he learned the Downunder Clinton Anderson horse training method and began applying it.
"I'd seen that partnership between human and horse, but I'd never really recognized it for what it was, I guess," Nicholes says. "I never knew it existed. I knew in my heart that most people never knew that existed. The epiphany moment I had, I just wanted to share it. So I coupled that with my desire to teach, and it became a passion; it became an emotional passion."
"I can help you and your horse!" is Nicholes' mantra. Over his 3-day clinics, Nicholes uses Anderson's Downunder Horsemanship method* to teach his pupils. And Nicholes is a good teacher. He's encouraging to those who have trouble with something, and commends those who finally get a correct response from their horse on something they'd been having trouble with. Nicholes is also known for his honesty in evaluating you and your horse. It's a rare occurrence, but he will tell you if he doesn't think your horse will be safe enough for you to handle, and he will give you the tools and knowledge you need to be able to see that for yourself. No question is a stupid question, and he likes to say, "If you have a question I can't answer, I can find somebody who can!"
On the first day, time is first spent indoors discussing reasons behind Nicholes' philosophy, and the method behind 'The Method.' Students then begin with groundwork in the arena as a foundation for the weekend; by the afternoon of the third day, most students are confidently cantering on loose reins on relaxed horses in the arena, and effectively using light one-rein stops.
Nicholes limits clinics to seven participants, so he can spend time with each person individually, if necessary. Also present at the clinics are a number of Nicholes' children, who are as competent as their father in teaching horses and helping riders. If pupils are uncomfortable at any stage, or need extra help in communicating with a horse or using the tools, Ted or his helpers will step in to lend a hand, or ride the horse.
Endurance rider Ann Kuck came to the clinic for the first time with a newer horse she'd been having issues with. "Marty was just being a recalcitrant 6-year-old," Kuck says. She left the clinic with more tools and knowledge to help her continue her horsemanship journey with Marty.
"The clinic greatly helped me," she says. "And I do have to take charge. I have to be the one who says (to Marty), 'No, we're doing it this way, and we're doing it now.' I have to become Arnold Schwarzenegger," she laughs. "That's helped me a lot. Ted's very good at teaching!
"We've come a long way, but I want to get Marty back into endurance riding, and I don't feel like we're ready to do that, unless we have more of the fundamentals. I'm excited."
Endurance rider Steph Teeter participated in the clinic for the third time, this time with a new horse. "With horses, it always takes a third time to get it," Teeter says. "I think it's the same with people. The first time I did the clinic, I was totally clueless - the tools were crazy and I felt I was all over the place. The second time it was making sense. And the third time I felt like 'I can do this!' And you refine your skills, get a little better at it each time. It's amazing! Ted's a magician."
Riders come away from Nicholes' clinics with the fundamental knowledge they need to work on having a safer horse to enjoy and bond with, and a good start on their horsemanship journey with a happy, respectful, willing partner. It's fulfilling, for both riders and for Nicholes.
"The emotions that I have for horses, and the love I have for them, just comes out in that desire to help horses and people," Nicholes says. "When I see those horse owners realize what they can do, it's fulfilling."
For more information on Ted Nicholes and his program, see
*Ted Nicholes and Foundations and Beyond Horsemanship are not representing, sanctioned by or in any way officially affiliated with DUH or Clinton Anderson.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
August 26 2015
Time for another road trip!
Pickett Crick loaded up and headed to southwest Wyoming for the I Know You Rider endurance ride over the August 21-23 weekend.
"I Know You Rider" is not some random name for a friendly endurance ride, where people happen to recognize each other out on trail, even under helmets and sunglasses. You Deadheads already know that "I Know You Rider" is a Grateful Dead song. Ride manager Beth Buzis' husband John is a Deadhead. And you'd be excused if you mistook him for Jerry Garcia. I hear he also plays a mean guitar.
The Buzis family and friends put on this multi-day ride for the 5th (and last) time, near Evanston. A railroad town in the 1860's, Evanston is now a natural gas siphon (and a guns and shooting territory! Lots of "No Shooting!" signs, and empty cartridges everywhere), and a recreation area for hunting, fishing, hiking, biking, ATVing, snowmobiling. And shooting.
It's also right on the edge of Butch Cassidy territory. Riding in the West makes it easy for imaginations to run wild, and the hills and mountains and the Bear River and the Wyoming wind all make you feel like you could be out there trying to dodge the posse as your dust swirls skyward. I bet you a couple of Butch's horses once laid prints on a couple of the trails we travelled.
Ridecamp, at 6650', sat in a little valley through which the wind either tumbled, blasted, or roared, depending on its whim (there exists a Windy Wyoming Equestrian Association - wonder how they came up with that name!). Steph, and Carol, and honorary Pickett Crickers Helen and Ann circled their wagons (horse trailers) to shield us and our horses from some of the wind.
On Friday, Smokey and Steph, August and Carol, and Dudley and I headed out on the 50 mile trail. DWA Emigree and Helen, and DWA Nadra and Ann rode out ahead of us, and Saruq and Connie, and Dezzie and Sarah took to the trail behind us. There were only 14 starters on the 50.
I've always felt a little buck in Dudley, particularly at the start of rides. Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's not quite good, and this particular morning, I felt The Dude was going to be a bit amped up. But since the first 3/4 of a mile out of camp was uphill along a rocky trail, Dudley had to pay a lot more attention to where he was putting his feet than where all his hot competition was, so by the time we were at the top of that first little mountain juniper hill, happily, the buck potential was gone!
Deb and Paschal Karl were on top of that first little mountain, taking pictures from spots with great views - that is, if only the smoke from the fires burning up the West hadn't been so bad.
We can blame Deb and Paschal for distracting us from watching the trail, because shortly after we passed those two, we missed a turn and went a few extra hills before we realized we were just following Helen and Ann, but not any ribbons. They had also missed the turn. We missed it because many people tend to watch and follow riders ahead of them instead of watching the trail closely, including us! Once we figured out we had gone wrong, we turned around to find the correct turn and trail; and afterwards, we all turned into eagle-eyed ribbon followers and hoof print trackers. Even the person riding in the back (who usually never watches for ribbons) kept a sharp eye out. We didn't get lost again!
The trail followed mostly 2-track sagebrush- and blooming rabbit brush-lined dirt roads, up high on the mountain flats, and back down into broad valleys. We followed many "Warning - No Digging, Poison Gas" signs, marking the natural gas pipelines buried under our feet, and we carefully dodged the monster badger holes pocking the valley floors. The smart badgers must heed the signs when they dig their holes.
Our trail took us across the Bear River - which all of our horses were mighty suspicious of until they got out into the middle of it. Right about here the three of us were joined by Vicki from Montana, an endurance rider with a cute, energetic Arabian named Stahr Kon and a terrific laugh. "If I had the energy, I'd ride him in a 100!" she said at the end of the day, as her horse felt like he had a lot of gas left in his tank. Our horses paced well together, matching strides and switching off the lead, and waiting patiently for each other when a few boots flew off hooves up the "steep rocky hill" after we crossed the Bear River a second time. (Personally I'd have called this a "steep-a$$ rocky hill").
The Bear River was a lovely, quiet meandering flow lined with cottonwood trees, dotted with herons and ducks and coots of all flavors, who were startled by horses suddenly appearing in their tranquil universe.
We had a pulse-down and trot-by vet check at about 20 miles by the Woodruff Narrows Reservoir. There was no hold, but our horses took advantage of the hay and the yummy slop of bran and oats and carrots in a tub, while we ate yummy sandwiches and wraps provided by Ride Management. Smokey had food smeared all over her head and ears and neck, because she never lifted her head from the tub as the other horses lifted their heads and chewed and dribbled all over her.
Back on trail, we retraced some of our dusty footsteps on the 10 miles back to camp. The wind had kicked up by now, but we'd have been awful hot without it. Maybe it was the wind that goosed Dudley (or, possibly the thought of leaving all that good slop behind), because at 25 miles: Dudley bucked! I knew it was in him - but at 25 miles?? That was his only one though.
Through another valley, up another hill, we approached camp from the ridge to the west for the hour vet check.
The second loop of 20 miles headed south on a lollipop loop. We had a couple of miles of flat trotting before we came upon Beth's Hill Of Near Death. I didn't hear the story on that one, but the road was very short and steep and rocky, conjuring up all kinds of near-death scenarios. We took the marked zigzag trail down beside it!
It was pretty warm as we trotted along despite the wind, and we were all, horses and humans, looking forward to that farthest point on the 'pop loop where the horses could get a drink at water troughs and where we'd turn around to head back to camp. I'd joked and hinted the night before at the ride meeting about how delicious Otter Pops are out on trail.
And boy was I thrilled when the humans manning the water stop turned out to be Otter Pop Guys! Otter Pops are truly one of the best treats an endurance rider can get out on trail. Mine was big, red, icy, and stunningly refreshing. The horses had a good long drink. We were all energized after that nice treat as we turned back for home.
The miles flew by, back to Beth's Hill of Near Death that the horses dug in and climbed up (on the side trail!), and in just a few more miles we were descending the hill back to Ridecamp.
10 of 11 riders finished the 50, with Christoph Schork and GE Pistol Annie winning, and 3rd place Idahoan Tamara Baysinger and HHR Jammazon winning Best Condition.
We opted to ride only Day 1 so we packed up and left on Saturday, but it was a treat getting to ride for the first time in Wild Windy Wonderful Wyoming in the Best Horse Endurance Ride in Wyoming, as honorary Deadheads.
More photos can be seen at:
Thursday, August 6, 2015
August 6 2015
So much of the Tevis Cup is Luck. Each horse and rider starts with a dose of Tevis Cup Luck; but it begins to trickle away at the starting line at 5:15 AM, and by the end of the ride, if you haven't used it all up, you've got a Tevis buckle.
Start with a fit horse and healthy rider, and your chance of finishing is still barely 50%. It's a tough trail to ride, a tough ride to crew.
Most people you talk to who have both ridden the trail and crewed for riders will confirm (and often emphatically!) that they'd rather ride than crew. I rode and finished Tevis in 2009; I'd helped crew for Nance a year or two after that… but I wasn't really one of the persons responsible. I had to step up to the plate a little more this year, no fancy cameras, no running off to take photos or take notes. I had riders to crew for!
Steph and I crewed this year for our Idaho friend Nance, who was sponsoring two Junior Canadians, Anya and Katya Levermann. I'd helped crew before so I had an idea of what to expect, and I knew where to go, which was essential for first time crew-ers Steph and parents Katrin and Peter Levermann.
It was shaping up to be an extraordinary Tevis Cup, with 5 previous winning riders and 2 winning horses; and 7 Haggin Cup riders and 4 Haggin Cup horses contesting this year's 60th Anniversary on August 1. But, with our slower riders (Nance has, like many Tevis finishers, finished her three Tevis Cups within the last hour of the ride), we'd be busy crewing, and only following the race via the live webcast, when we could get cell reception.*
Arriving at Robie Park (the start) Wednesday night gave humans and horses an extra day on Thursday to relax and hydrate and visit, and get organized for Saturday. Robie is in the forest above Lake Tahoe, and when you have a little ridge from which to look to the west, you can see the crest of the mountains that the Tevis riders cross, headed to Auburn.
Friday got a little more hectic, plenty of time for fluttery nerves as the girls checked in, vetted in, and went to ride meetings. Katya and Anya shared the 2014 National Junior 100-Mile award (with Claire Taylor, also riding), and between the sisters, they'd completed 6 100-mile rides. They knew they were in for a hard ride with 200 starters, and they were understandably nervous. My saying, "It's just another ride!" didn't wash.
Because Tevis really is not just another ride, no matter how you slice it.
3 AM Saturday morning came early, after a short sleep beneath the silhouettes of towering Jeffrey pines in the full moon at Robie Park. Start time was 5:15 AM; all riders were to be at the starting area at 4:45 AM. Katrin was of course the worried mother, and she had about as many butterflies in her stomach as the girls did. After we legged the girls up, we watched them fade into the blackness of the forest to begin their journey. They'd be on their own for another 6 hours or so, through the Granite Chief Wilderness, a rugged piece of trail (although, all of Tevis is rugged!)
ROBINSON FLAT: Organized Chaos, or Chaotic Organization
Our crewing journey began at 5:30 AM, not a minute sooner, starting our engines and beginning the long slow dusty drive out of Robie Park, to Auburn to unhitch the trailer, then on to Robinson Flat, the first crewing area and hour vet check, 36 miles down the horse trail, but several hours by roads. We were pretty well organized with our gear for each of the two crewing stops and 1-hour holds: different bags for Robinson at 36 miles and Foresthill, at 68 miles.
Below Robinson Flat, vehicles were escorted 20 or so at a time up to the meadow to drop off crewing gear. That stopped at 9:30, at which time a shuttle hauled people and gear up the hill. We were in line at 9:29. But we didn't get to drive up, so had to jump on the shuttle.
I've figured out that those front runners have several sets of crews. Some leave out of Robie Park to drive all the way to Robinson, not stopping in Auburn to drop off a trailer; some camp near Robinson, or drive from Auburn early in the morning. Some send crews to Foresthill (the second vet check at 68 miles) right away to set up, with trailers so those lucky riders can get a shower if they so desire. Showers are awfully nice and refreshing at 68 miles on this rocky, dusty trail!
But with frontrunners coming into Robinson some 2 hours ahead of our girls, luckily we didn't have to hurry like that. We never saw the front runners come through; we just followed the Tevis webcast while we got set up with horse and people food for our riders, in a little spot on a hill near the pulse box.
Cutoff guideline for Robinson Flat was 11 AM. Cutoff time, when you're eliminated for Over Time, was 12:00. 11 AM came and went. 11:15 came and went. There were a lot of riders still out there. Finally around 11:20, we saw our girls down the road - our girls and many, many other girls and guys, coming in in a cluster.
Sometimes you have a nice bubble amongst 200 riders; sometimes you're stuck in a crowd, which dictates your pace on long single-track trail, and which works against you at the vet checks. It worked against us here, at a vet check that always seems chaotic at the best of times. Nance's horse Quinn took several minutes to pulse down, and when we made it into the vet line at 11:33 AM, uh-oh. There were 20 or 30 horses ahead of us. (It's chaotic, crowded, somewhat tense, I wasn't counting, but there was a LOT. When I rode in 2009, same thing happened. We stood in that vet line some 20 minutes.)
There was an added element to this vet check which added to the chaos. There was a mandatory blood draw for every horse (unless you knew to ask for a waiver, which at least 2 riders did before the ride), which would test the horses' hydration and electrolyte levels. The results would take "15 to 20 minutes" after which a crew person would go pick up either a green or red card. Green cards would be allowed to go out as scheduled. Red cards required a mandatory recheck (hands on, no blood draw) with Dr Fellers before going back out on trail, if he passed the horse. Rechecks would not have to wait in lines. This was all great in theory, as it could contribute to an ongoing research project, and is a good indicator of horses with potential metabolic problems down the trail. It's not great when equipment breaks, and delays are caused in a one hour hold, when every minute on the trail counts.
waiting for those green or red cards!
The other BAD part of this vet check, in my horseman's opinion, is that no hay was allowed in the vet check line! The first thing I ran to do, once the girls got into the pulse box and the long vet line, was to run get hay for the starving horses. I ran up the hill to our gear, fetched a flake of hay, ran back, ducked under the tape, and handed it to the horses, whose mouths dove at the flake, when I heard a volunteer say, "You can't bring that in here."
"You can't bring hay in here. We have to clean it up."
It's chaotic. The girls are thirsty and starving; they need to go sit down and eat; the horses are in a big cluster of horses waiting for a blood draw and vet check; the horses are STARVING; the first thing I do to take care of my horses on a hard ride at a vet check, is FEED THEM, and I can't give my horses hay, because you have to clean it up?
We'd been told at the ride meeting Friday night that there would be hay available at the vet checks. There was no mention of "No hay in the vet line." If there had been, certainly I'd have saved time and hassle for all of us, and starving horses, by directly bringing a bucket of mash to the vet area.
When I rode in 2009**, volunteers were handing my horse hay in the vet line, keeping all of the horses eating. Had I had time to think this year, I would have offered to rake the entire vet area when everybody was done, get down on my hands and knees to pick every piece up (there was other hay scattered on the ground.) I would have happily done that. As it was, I put the flake of hay outside the vet box, and ran back and forth with pitiful little handfuls, the three horses nearly savaging me for those precious bites of hay. Back and forth I ran, back and forth, hoping I was not risking getting my riders kicked out of the ride, till the flake ran out. I knew the volunteers are only doing what they were told, and I wasn't about to yell at them, though I was absolutely incredulous. Finally I thought to run for a bucket of grain. I did that, and hollered at Steph and Katrin to come help hold the horses in this LONG VET LINE, because the girls were still stuck there, with nothing to drink or eat yet.
So Steph and Katrin came and held the three horses while I moved between them, sharing a bucket of mash. We finally got past the blood draw - and still there was a LONG line to see the vets. At least the horses were eating, and the girls were off resting and sitting and eating for a bit. Katya and Anya's horses passed with all A's, but Quinn's CRI was inverted, so he was asked to come back for a recheck before he went back out on trail. The blood results would probably confirm a metabolic flag. All we had to do was get the results, as a red or green card.
Well, the blood machine broke. Or something.
Meanwhile, as Steph and Katrin took the horses back to eat and rest for the remaining 25 minutes of their hold, I began a somewhat frantic search for possible sponsors for Katya and Anya, in case Nance and Quinn were pulled. I grabbed Roxanne Greene, wearing a yellow vest as a Cup Committee person, who was scribing for Dr Fellers, and who luckily just happens to have a passion for Juniors in the Tevis Cup, told her our dilemma, and while I ran back and forth between our girls and the blood results table, she ran around checking lists and looking for riders in front of or behind us who might take over sponsoring our juniors, if Quinn was pulled.
With our hold time ticking down, I continued running back and forth (gosh, I was doing a lot of running, and it was getting hard to breathe!), looking for Roxanne, and from our riders and horses to the results table. The crowd was growing around this table, with increasingly concerned, then worried, then near-frantic riders or crew (including me) wanting, needing our blood results. As near-frantic as we all were, we still took turns begging for results - "Who has the least minutes left? You? 7 minutes? You're next." "Then me next. I've got 5 minutes!" "My riders have 4 minutes!" "I'm already past my out time!"
With twelve minutes to out-time, the girls were saddled up and ready to go back out at 12:33, while Quinn headed back for his recheck. Which couldn't happen without his blood test results. One of the scribes came over and said she needed Quinn's results, just as I was up next, frantic with 3 minutes to our out time. Quinn got a red card (which interestingly confirmed the vet's request recheck because of metabolics), while our juniors got green cards. I hollered at Anya and Katya, waving their green cards, who were already mounted and headed to the out-timer.
Meanwhile, Roxanne found me and said she found two Canadian riders, who were a few minutes ahead of us, who had agreed to wait and take the girls on. And meanwhile, Quinn was cleared to continue, and we tried to rush Nance onward, as our out-time had come and gone by now.
Meanwhile, the helicopter happened.
A rider had been seriously injured***, and the helicopter was arriving here, trying to land right by the out-trail. About a dozen riders, including our three, were delayed by the helicopter. Of course, nobody was begrudging anybody that, because everybody was thinking about the injured rider, and knowing it could have easily happened to them! They all waited, then as the helicopter couldn't land and lifted back up, they were told to hurry up and get out on trail. "No, wait!" they were told, "Go back! You can't go yet!" They had to wait another few minutes, then they were rushed out again by the out timers, before the helicopter could make another attempt.
dust from the helicopter trying to land
Someone at the out timers told this group (including our riders) they would get extra time, since they were delayed up to ten minutes leaving - and on the Tevis trail, every minute counts. Maybe that is a preposterous proposition, to give riders extra time for an unexpected, and helpless delay, but all we knew is that these riders were getting extra time.
And that was our Robinson Flat vet check: our riders were unrested, and 10 minutes late going out, due to the blood card fiasco (and at our point in the ride, it was a fiasco) and the helicopter.
But, they were out, and back on trail, for the second third of the trail, 32 miles to Foresthill, through the steepest and hottest canyons, over Pucker Point, over some more rugged, rocky, scenic and wonderful Sierra Nevada trails. And we crew had plenty of time to stop at In 'N Out Burger (which I say is the real reason I crew Tevis) and Starbucks, and plenty of time to regroup and set up at Foresthill for our riders.
Foresthill: Where's My Rider?
We stopped at my beloved In N Out Burger, rather collapsed for a while at the air-conditioned Starbucks and caught up on some web postings (I can't ever not write and photograph and report!), before heading to Foresthill. By the time we got there to set up, front runners were already out. By now we were glued to the webcast, watching the race unfold, while keeping an eye on the progress of our riders. We saw our friend Suzy Hayes and Atlas trotting out of Foresthill in 15th place, and we honked and hollered at her, cheering her onward.
But where were our riders? The updates on them had seemed stuck forever on Last Chance at 50 miles, where they were in at 2:54 PM, only 21 minutes ahead of cutoff time.
Finally we got an update: they were into Deadwood, at 55 miles, at 4:50, 10 minutes ahead of cutoff time, and out at 5:28. There wasn't a hold there; why did they take so long? Was there a problem? There was no way of knowing, and it seemed that maybe their Tevis Luck was starting to run out. We got no more updates, as we sat at the top of the trail at Foresthill, waiting for a glimpse of our riders, as the sun set, and as the arrival cutoff time of 8:30 crept closer and closer. Steph (and others) asked an official about the extra time allowed the riders because of the helicopter delay, and we were told there was no extra time allowed, after all.
Mom Katrin was a nervous wreck, because, how could you not be? 8:00. There were a lot of riders still out. 8:10. 8:15. If we saw them, they were going to have to book it up the hill, and through the in-gate. Peter walked far down the hill to tell them to hustle, if he saw them. There were still piles of crews waiting for their riders.
8:20. A few riders were straggling in. We all hollered at them to get moving, get up the hill, get to the in-timer! 8:25. No girls. 8:30. That was it. They were done. And right about then, we got a message from the announcer to come see him - our girls had been pulled for Over Time at Pieper Junction, 64 miles (4 miles from Foresthill), by 9 minutes.
The Card Fiasco, and the helicopter, and Tevis Luck, cost us 10 minutes. Would the girls have made it to Foresthill in time without those delays? Maybe not. But maybe they would have. Is it a big deal for Tevis tail-enders, with front runners 5 hours ahead of us?
6 riders were Over Time at Deadwood, at 55 miles. 5 riders were Over Time, including our 3, at Pieper Junction, 64 miles. 4 more Over Time at Foresthill.
We packed up our gear, and headed back to the Fairgrounds, disappointed. The girls were being hauled back to Auburn by the extensive network of rescue trailers. In fact, they arrived not long after we did. The girls were disappointed, but the horses looked fine after their arduous 64 miles.
It's just all part of the Tevis Luck. Sometimes it's good (your horse is fine, you get a buckle, you didn't get hurt), and sometimes it's not good (your horse isn't fine, you don't finish, you got hurt). But it's the hope of getting enough of the good luck, it's the beautiful trail, it's the ultimate challenge, that keeps people coming back to try again.
Of 200 starters, 90 completed (45% completion rate). Of the 110 pulls, 20 were Over Time (18%). (Isn't that rather high? It would be an interesting statistic to research.)
72-year-old Potato Richardson and SMR Filouette won the ride in a ride time of 14:50. It was Pototo's 22nd Tevis completion, and his third win; it was SMR Filouette's 5th Tevis completion (in 7 starts).
Potato had a 20 minute lead out of Foresthill, at 68 miles, over Gwen Hall and Sizedoesntmatter, and Dace Sainsbury aboard last year's Tevis winner, French Open. Surprisingly, double Tevis winner Heraldic pulled for metabolics at this check. Potato's lead shrunk to 8 minutes over Dace, and Heather Reynolds aboard JG Bold King, leaving Francisco's at 85 miles. But when both Dace and Heather pulled at the Lower Quarry, 94 miles, (both Rider Option - Lame), that left Potato with a 57 minute lead leaving the Lower Quarry. He cruised on to the win, 30 minutes ahead of Gwen Hall, who was 16 minutes ahead of Lisa Ford aboard Cyclone, and Junior Barrak Blakely and MCM Last Dance (last year's Haggin Cup winners). Lisa and Garret Ford had taken on Barrak at Deadwood at 55 miles, when Barrak's dad Wasch Blakely backed off with his daughter Sanoma.
Next morning, Jenni Smith, who rode Auli Farwa to a 5th place finish 54 minutes behind the winner, won the coveted Haggin Cup. The 15-year-old gelding, owned by Kevin Myers, (who didn't ride because he blew out his knees skiing over the winter) won his 6th Tevis finish (out of 6 attempts), and has an AERC ride record of 62 starts and 62 completions.
*Kudos to the Tevis Webcasters and Tweeters! It's hard to keep current the up-to-the-minute live-cast updates, and it was always the Tweeters, stationed all over the course, who were the first to report on rider positions. The Webcast gets better every year! And this is without radio tags on the horses, as happens in European/Middle Eastern rides.
**I am sure rules have changed when I rode in 2009. I can only compare my riding experience from 2009.
***The injured rider was Roger Downy; latest report 2 days after Tevis was that he had a head injury and broken ribs, but would be released from the hospital in the next few days.
More stories and photos and links from the ride here:
Friday, July 17, 2015
July 11 2015
There are rumors of gold buried in the Ochoco Mountains in central Oregon. As the stories go, in 1863, 6 bandits stole gold from sluice boxes, and robbed a bank, and fled with the loot on horseback into the Ochocos with the posse hot on their tails. They stopped near Burglar Flat, which is coincidentally, or not, very near Ridecamp for the Bandit Springs Endurance ride. Supposedly the bandits abandoned their horses and disappeared. Except, according to one story, four days after the bank robbery, a bullet-and-arrow-ridden man crawled into a stage station and mentioned "tossing some gold into a deep mountain spring flowing from the base of a large pine to hide it from the Indians." Another story says the bandits buried the gold at the base of a large pine tree while being attacked by Indians. The bandits, and the gold, were apparently never seen again. Keep this "large pine" theme in mind.
So there are old stories and old ghosts, and possibly old buried gold at the base of a large pine tree, probably a ponderosa considering the fauna, in the Ochoco National Forest, site of the long-running Bandit Springs Endurance Ride. This year was the Silver Anniversary, and put on for the 9th year by Jannelle Wilde and family and friends, who pack up and haul everything 5 1/2 hours away from home to put it on. This year's 2-day endurance ride plus other events was sponsored by (and a benefit for) Mustangs to the Rescue, in partnership with the Ochoco National Forest.
Steph hauled Owyhee Pickett Cricksters Smokey, and me and Dudley, and neighbors Carol and August, to Bandit Springs. It was a repeat appearance for Carol and Steph - from 21 years earlier - and my debut at a ride and a forest I've wanted to ride in since 2009, when I tagged along with Pacific Northwest rider Nance Worman, to watch and report and crew, which is fun but not quite the same as riding.
Over the 25 years of Bandit trails, you could consistently count on wearing your warm-and-humid weather riding gear and bandanas for the dust. Not so this year. In a delightfully cooler turn of weather events, we got rain, thunderstorms and mud. Not just mud, but I'm talking slick-snot mud for part of the ride.
Let me extoll the virtues of arriving an extra day early at Ridecamp. It's good for relaxing, when your proposed 6-hour drive becomes an 8-hour drive after your navigators aren't paying attention for doing other important things, and you miss one highway turn-off and end up on another highway, doing extra miles and a lot of extra road curves and scenic hill climbs, although you do get a delicious huckleberry shake out of it, although it was way too big and filling.
It's nice because you get your pick of parking spots in a lovely meadow (Burglar Flat???) bountiful with knee-high grass and beneath gorgeous Ponderosa pine trees, one of which I hugged but I didn't find any sign of buried treasure. It's nice because you can relax, instead of having to quickly unpack, saddle up to get a quick leg-loosening ride in, vet in, attend the ride meeting, scramble for dinner, and get ready to ride early the next morning.
It's nice because your horses can relax, falling asleep with their noses resting in their hay nets. It's nice because you can visit with some friends you haven't seen in a while. Had I known I'd see Janis Pegg there and she'd bring her banjo, I would have brought mine! It's nice because you can get a relaxing night's sleep without having to worry about getting up early to start your ride, unless a naughty horse bangs and stretches and tweaks his high tie long and hard enough that you have to get up and remove him before he removes himself, and just tie him right to the trailer. (DUDLEY!)
It's nice because you can have a leisurely Friday morning with plenty of coffee, before casually saddling up to take a nice warm-up ride on the 10-mile loop, to stretch your desert steeds' legs and get them used to some mighty tall trees and the closeness of the forest, and all that it houses.
Like Elk. Sure, our horses are familiar with deer. But deer don't often travel 50 or 60 strong in a pack in our desert, and they for sure don't make alarming screeching, shrieking, bugling noises like a flock of seagulls (or monsters) that get your horses wound up enough that you all need to jump off so you're not bucked off. Yes, 2 miles out of camp we were lucky to hear, then see, a mighty herd of boisterous, bugling adult and baby elk in a meadow, and we were not so lucky to have them spot us, and head straight for us.
Already dismounted off my increasingly excited big beast of a Dude, I threw my reins at Steph, and ran out to
The rest of our pleasant 10-mile loop familiarized our horses with scary horse-eating stumps (which they would not look at twice on ride day), one of which was a fallen 374-year-old Ponderosa pine - Gary Pegg actually counted the rings - which proves there are some trees in this forest old enough to be hiding some bandit gold from the 1800's. We got to experience a little mountain thunderstorm on trail too… a little rain, a little lightning and thunder which I chose to ignore by just keeping my head down and not looking or listening to how close it was, because, what else are you going to do?
A couple more storms passed through Ridecamp throughout the day, with one near bolt of lightning and crack of thunder loud enough to scare one horse loose from his trailer tie.
On Saturday, five 75-mile riders and 3 100-mile riders started at 5 AM. 30 riders started the 50 at 6 AM, and 29 started the 25 miler an hour later. Carol and August led our trio out on the first 20-mile loop, and we wove through alpine meadows and pine and fir forest, over mostly single-track dirt trails, a little bit of hill climbs and descents, a decent amount of level trotting.
Gary Pegg did a lot of the trail marking, and he occasionally tacked up entertaining pie plates. If you ever get lost on a Bandit trail, you will certainly earn a pie plate proclaiming your section of trail next year! The trails were excellently marked, although we did lose one briefly in a meadow where the elk had dined on the ribbons. There was plenty of water on the trail, both natural puddles or springs, and water troughs at regular intervals. Abundant grass would have kept any horse's gut sounds at A levels (Dudley loves to work diligently to get A's on his gut sounds!). The melodic trilling of hermit thrushes are what conjure up memories of time spent in forests, and we were serenaded by them all day. Dudley found two turkey feathers on trail and had me stick them in his bridle, which rendered him rakishly breathtaking.
After a vet check and hold in camp, we set out on the 30-mile second loop, headed for the vet check about halfway out on that loop.
Some mighty intimidating thunderheads built up above us, and eventually smothered the sky with heavy gray or dark threatening blue clouds. Our horses trotted along enjoying the cooler weather in the 70's. Amazingly, the lightning never threatened, and the rain held off until just before we reached the out vet check, and it quit before we left back out on trail. With the sun out, some of the trails became almost steamy, in the humid way a forest can be.
But the clouds bulked back up, and just after crossing a lovely alpine aspen meadow the drops began to fall. Rainstorms come quickly in the mountains, and you better have your raincoat on before the drama starts. The downpour began, and the trails got slick fast.
I love the rain. I love the forest. I love riding in the rain in the forest. Only two cracks of thunder made a half-hearted intervention, so it was just a delightful rain storm (note: I am probably the only one who rode Bandit Springs who would use this adjective), dropping on us 6 wet chickens plodding through the dark, dripping forest.
It went beyond mud: the trails became slick-snot muddy. Dudley and Smokey handled the mud fine in their shoes, much better than August in his boots, whose legs were slipping in 4 different directions. I did get off once to lead Dudley down a hill, but my two legs slipped in four directions, and with an extra 2 inches of clay glued to the bottom of my shoes, I had to haul an extra 20 pounds-per-foot plus wet-clothed body back up onto an extra-tall horse (they get taller as the 50-mile day goes on, you know). So I stayed in the saddle after that, and let Dudley do his thing. We often got off the slick trail and walked alongside it through the grass for safety.
We saw no elk on the endurance ride, but we did see a wild horse (one horse, after following stallion piles for 20 miles or so along the "Stud Pile Parkway" section of trail). This bay horse (a lone stallion?) stood on a ridge and watched us go by. Dudley noticed him. Around 100 horses comprise the Big Summit Herd of mustangs in the Ochocos. They were probably originally turned loose (or escaped) by ranchers in the early 1900's when horses went out of style and their prices dropped, although recent genetic testing has linked the Ochoco Mustangs to Iberian and Andalusian stock.
Later we all noticed a huuuuuuuuuge white Charolais bull in a meadow, and we gave that big daddy a very wide berth!
We walked the rest of the way into camp, about 12 miles, because it was too slick to trot. We met a couple of the 75's and 100's going out on their last loop, buoyant despite the muddy trails. Jessica Wynne waited literally all day in a meadow not 5 miles from camp, to take pictures of all the riders.
We cut the finish time close - 20 minutes to spare - but we knew we'd make it. We finished somewhere in the middle of the pack - the others behind us, also walking in, also squeaked in under the wire.
"We are Mudders!" proclaimed our Ridecamp neighbor Ann Aganon and DWA Nadra, who, with Helen Bonner aboard DWA Emigree, finished the 50 just a few minutes behind behind us. Helen was thrilled to complete her first 50-mile ride in 3 years after some health issues.
21 of 29 riders completed the 30-mile ride. All 30 starters completed the 50 miler. The Blakeley family won 1st through 4th place, with Barrak and MCM Last Dance (last year's Haggin Cup winners) getting Best Condition. Starting well after the front runners, and finishing near cut-off time, we never saw the Blakeleys! There was a near 4-hour gap between 5th place and the rest of the field. That's when the rainstorm hit and turned the trails to muck!
4 of 5 riders finished the 75 miler, with Dick Root and OFW Alivia winning first place and Best Condition. 3 of 3 finished the 100 miler, with Hannah Summers and Salome winning in a ride time of 18:34.
Ride completion awards were Bandit Springs 25th Anniversary shot glasses, and a handmade keychain or necklace with a special rock of jasper or quartz collected from Doyle Spring - which we passed and drank from several times - tumbled, and wired. A big Bandit Springs Anniversary cake was devoured on Friday night (none left for Saturday!), and Paul Latiolais cooked a delicious jambalaya to go with the potluck.
While riders went out on Day 2's 25 and 50 mile rides under sunshine and almost clear skies and drying trails, we leisurely enjoyed (lots of) coffee and a Sunday morning breakfast of blueberry pancakes and eggs cooked by Mustangs to the Rescue. We packed and loaded up, sans any buried gold, for the 6 hour drive home... which took 32 hours.
But that's another story!
Bandit Photos and results and another story or two (including tweets of the epic "6 hour drive home which took 32 hours") can be seen here:
Friday, June 12, 2015
June 10 2015
It takes a monster effort putting on a multi-day ride 4 hours away from home. ("Darn. Did you bring a power strip?") After 5 years, we've almost got it down to a science (emphasis on "almost").
City of Rocks National Reserve and Castle Rocks State Park is a multi-use park/s for climbers, hikers, bikers, horseback riders… and of course endurance riders. In the park/s you can ride over pieces of the California Trail and the Emigrant Trail, while watching humans dangling from granite cliffs and climbing routes like Beef Jello/Banana.
Ridecamp this year turned into a mini-city, with a bigger crowd than usual. Maybe it's the early June dates (cooler, better timing, cooler, fewer thunderstorms, did I say cooler?) that fit right into schedules. So many volunteers came to help too.
The first to arrive a few days early was endurance royalty, though she'd probably giggle at that label. Last year's AERC Hall of Fame person, Pat Oliva, drove all the way from Maryland to ride at City of Rocks. The next day another AERC Hall of Famer, Dave Rabe, drove in with 3 horses on his way to the XP. Two Hall of Fame riders at City of Rocks - how cool is that?
(Notice Pat has 3 layers including a down jacket on; Dave is in his usual shorts and tank top).
Christoph Shork pulled off 3 wins in the 50 milers, adding to his by-far AERC leading wins total, on Day 1 and 3 riding GE Pistol Annie, and Day 2 riding Medinah MHF. His intern Meryl Dalla-Via, from France, rode her first endurance ride in the US, finishing second on CMS Oso Elegant on Day 1, and on Day 3, riding Elegant again, tying for first with Christoph, and brothers Errol and Kent Fife.
Another AERC Champion pair, Lee Pearce and Fire Mt Malabar, the 2011 National Best Condition Champions, finished Day 1 and 3 in the top five, and nabbing 2 more Best Condition awards, bringing their total BC awards for the year to 6 already. Lee was delayed on trail near the end of the first loop when he helped rescue Canadian rider Shari Macfarlane, whose horse tripped and fell on her. She ended up with a broken leg and spectacular bruises all over her body that we all wanted to see afterwards. She was able to hobble around camp in a walking cast (or be chauffeured by ATV) until after the ride, when several people chipped in to help get her and her rig and horse on their way back to Canada.
Gretchen Montgomery came from California to ride all 3 days on two horses; Definetly Spice reached the 5000 mile benchmark on Day 2. Gretchen rode all 3 days with Dave Rabe. Dave finished 1 day on Rushcreek Okay, and 2 days on that crazy horse White Cloud, who has over 8000 miles, and still a bucking bolting streak in his soul, and whom I must write a story about one day.
Look up and down the trails any day, and sooner or later you'd see some Belesemo Arabians trotting by. Seven of them accounted for 13 finishes over the 3 days, including Belesemo Dude, aka Dudley. It was The Dude's (almost back-to-back!) two days of 50's ever. He rode with his crick herd neighbors Jose and August. There was plenty of grass and horse-edible flowers along the trails in the parks to keep an insatiably hungry horse like Dudley happy.
You might have seen a moose and baby on the trail at Castle Rocks State Park one day, if you'd taken seriously the hiker's exact words after you passed him, "There's a moose and baby over here." (Uh huh, sure there is!). Turns out he wasn't kidding, but I didn't turn around to go check because I didn't believe him. And anyway, if you were Dudley, you might not have wanted to see a moose and baby on trail.
A bunch of brand new riders to endurance showed up at this multi-day ride, and the racing mules showed up for the LD on the last day.
Two Trees catered the meals (Wynn made the world's best homemade fried ice cream!), and riders inundated Rock City for their pizzas and Durfee Hot Springs for a good soak in the evenings.
Lots of photos, results, previous years' adventures and videos can be seen here: