Bring It On!

Thursday November 18 2010

The timing is about right: last year we got our first skiff of snow on November 14th; the first real snowfall came on November 22.

I've heard that, due to one of the Niñoa weather siblings (Niño or Niña, I can't tell the two apart) this will be a cold wet winter.

Bring it on!

What Are You Looking At

Wednesday November 17 2010

What - is there some kind of problem?

( - Rushcreek Mac, a.k.a. Pigpen)

Down and Dirty

Tuesday November 16 2010

The Owyhee herd just never gets enough of rolling in this soft, fine clay dirt!

I'm really going to have to try this one day.

Badlands Secrets

Monday November 15 2010

I have come to roam the Owyhee Badlands.They hold the secrets to the past, hide the mysteries of the present of this land.

A wide wash born in the Owyhee mountains 4 miles away becomes a narrow crevice as it turns around the base of a hill. The crevice becomes a canyon in the ashy dirt,

a sculpted gorge, with walls twenty feet high.

I feel the pull of it, the urge to climb down into it. My feet find a game trail that other animals have used. I think that this is a good sheltered place, and then I find a small cave - a perfect round hole dug into the wall.

Coyote-sized.


There are no fresh tracks at the entrance, so I stick my head in. It curves around to the left;

I stick my camera in for a photo, and it reveals scratch marks on the walls - the finishing touches to the den for the next pup litter.

It is a clever hiding place, concealed from much of the world, defendable.

Danger lies in a flash flood - which may come once every hundred years, or every two years, or never, but perhaps the coyote mother will feel a flash flood before it comes - if it ever comes - in the way an animal knows, and move her family to safety. She might have time.


Now which way to go? That small sheltered dry grass basin protected on three sides by wrinkled Badlands hills looks inviting. The grass must be high and green here in the springtime, a place to graze, to rest out of the wind, out of sight. The way I have chosen is the same way a deer has come. He has left behind an antler for me.


There are bones here, too. It is a sheltered place to eat. I keep one eye out behind me, and one eye above me, so my bones don't grow old here.

Now which way? It's much easier to traverse this country if you move not across the drainages and ridges, but with them, effortlessly, fluently.

Use it like the animals do. That narrow ridge rising from this grass draw looks enticing, logical. And it is the same path animals choose - I am on another game trail, my feet naturally following a path to the rim that has been long eroded into the earth.

As I rise above the basin, the layers of Badlands come into view,

and the language of water speaks of its power. Water has designed and whittled this country: it slices whimsical grooves in this soft ashy dirt. Serpentine channels,

miniature gorges, shelfs where waterfalls will roar in a rare heavy rain. This was all once under water long ago. You can see layers in the eroding hills,

shells in the exposed layers.


The trail spills out on the flats along the rim, and I migrate instinctively toward the Owyhee mountains. My feet are still following the path of the animals before me.

Water Boy

Saturday November 13 2010

Were you one of those kids who like to play in the water? Couldn't turn down a water hose?

Jose's shown he likes water sprinklers and will cool himself down on a hot day, like here in September, and here in May of last year.

On this day, while I tried to spray a rug, he just couldn't help but come over to get himself sprayed. He's forever the little kid who likes to play in the water.

I wonder what he'd do with a Water Wiggle? (remember those toys?)

'Toons: Owyhee Hallowed Weenies Day 2

Friday November 12 2010









For the worded story of the ride, see
Hula Hula Hula!

Inches

Wednesday November 10 2010

(Warning: Totally biased post!)

Zenyatta lost the Breeders' Cup Classic on Saturday by a sliver.

I was crushed.

I keep watching the replay of the race again and again, thinking she's going to get there this time.

You've heard the adage: The best horse in the race doesn't always win. Zenyatta was the best horse in this race, overcoming a huge deficit of at least 20 lengths behind the field, and having to check once in her stretch drive. As Tom Lamarra stated in the Bloodhorse.com, "all she lost was a photo finish."

Zenyatta's critics said she couldn't run on the dirt, only synthetic tracks. And yet three of her best races came on three dirt tracks, including this loss by inches in her final race. They say she wouldn't have won 19 in a row in her come-from-behind style if she'd run on dirt tracks. I think she would have.

This "Blame is Horse of the Year" refrain that the TV reporters (who have no vote, by the way) started singing the second after the horses crossed the finish line was really annoying. So I'm starting my own campaign here.

What is Horse of the Year based on? The only requirement is that the horse should have made one North American start during the year. (See my other qualifications on what makes a horse Great.)

So seeing as both Blame and Zenyatta have satisfied that single requirement, let's compare the two.

Blame:
4-year-old stallion, retired after this race with 9 wins, 2 seconds and 2 thirds out of 13 career starts. This year he won 4 of 5 starts, 3 of them Grade I wins. His one loss was by four lengths.

Zenyatta:
6-year-old mare. Out of 20 career starts: 19 wins in a row, a final loss in a narrow photo finish. Won 5 of 6 starts this year, 5 of them Grade I wins.

If Horse of the Year were determined by statistics alone, based on these statistics, Zenyatta should be Horse of the Year. Zenyatta could have retired before the Breeders Cup and probably been named Horse of the Year. Zenyatta could have run in the Ladies Classic in the Breeders Cup, but instead the fact that her owners put her up against the world's best males, once again, to attempt to repeat her Classic victory of last year, is only testament to their confidence in her greatness.

Here's another major aspect of the debate:

Who all came to Churchill Downs, and tuned into ESPN, to watch Blame run, and who all came to the track, and who tuned in to watch Zenyatta? How many fans carried Blame signs and how many carried Zenyatta signs? Which horse had a huge banner with her name on the roof of the Hollywood Park racetrack grandstand in California rooting her on? Which horse has a Breyer model made after her? Who got the public - old fans and new ones - excited about watching a horse race the last three years? Who was the celebrity, the darling of racing?

Zenyatta's owners and trainers allowed nearly free access to their champion. They offered her up for constant attention, letting people crowd around her, take photos, pose with her, even pet her and feed her treats (!). That's simply unheard of these days. Zenyatta was the Peoples' Horse, and people were allowed access to her. Zenyatta wasn't wrapped up in bubble wrap and kept away from her fans and the general public.

Who's going to remember Blame a year from now other than the horse that narrowly handed Zenyatta her only defeat? He was rushed off to retirement and the breeding shed after the Classic, at 4 years of age (early retirement is typical of the racing industry). If Blame was really that good a racehorse, racing fans will never know. Zenyatta ran till the end of her 6-year-old season (almost unheard of these days), when she could have run off to the breeding shed after the end of her 4-year-old undefeated year.

The horse racing industry has been lamenting for years (decades, even) that Thoroughbred racing is dying, racing needs a hero to come along.

She's been here. She is Zenyatta. People around the world will remember the great racehorse Zenyatta and what she gave to racing.

Few people, even critics, disagree that she's one of the best racemares ever. It's simply not a fluke to win 19 races in a row. To be denied a Horse of the Year title again (she lost in the voting to Rachel Alexandra last year - who had a great 3-year-old year but never reached her same form this year, and quietly faded off the track) would be a slap in the face to a horse who took horse racing by storm the last 3 years, who was the Hero racing was crying for, and who proved her greatness every time, even in her final defeat by inches. It would be a slap in the face to her legions of fans, who traveled across the country to see her run, who cheered for a horse for more than the mere statistics she provided, who worshipped a horse for her tenacity, her consistency, her brilliance, her accomplishments, her personality. Simply put: who's done more for horse racing in the last year - or in the last 30 years?

If you're basing Horse of the Year on one race, the Breeders Cup Classic, you can't - because then Zenyatta should have been Horse of the Year last year. If you're basing Horse of the Year on a continuation of perfection - especially at an age when most horses have long since retired, a horse who overcame the 'dirt track bias', a horse with her own website and merchandise to buy, wear, and hang on your walls, a horse who brought throngs to horse racing, a horse who became the Hero racing was looking for, it's Zenyatta.

Yes, there's emotion involved in the debate. But you can't take the emotion out of it. The emotion of horse racing, the emotion of Zenyatta running and winning again and again, and of losing her final race by inches, the emotion this horse has given to horse racing is what this sport is all about.

Zenyatta should be Horse of the Year.

ZENYATTA.


(Top photo is not by me - I wish! - it's on Zenyatta2010.com .)