Catching Up

 The horses have been enjoying the cooler temperatures lately, and their human has too. 50s at night, high near 80 in the day, you couldn’t ask for better riding weather. I’ve mostly been busy with other areas of life lately but I’m never too busy to appreciate the beauty in my pastures.

What you get when you call “Fillies!” around here
Sheza doing evening hot laps
 Rory is growing up!
The weenies love the autumn sunshine too
An evening walk with my girls. Pretty true height comparison over the rumps
❤ My girls ❤

 After a busy two weeks with no riding, I saw some daylight and scheduled a ride with Mel last Thursday. She wasn’t hauling her own horse out due to her youngster’s Pigeon Fever so I hauled my boys Blaze and Scrappy for us to ride.

We put Mel’s Freeform Classic and old Equipedic pad on Scrappy and my Sensation and Skito on Blaze, and had a *really fun* 13 mile ride. The trails had a few slicks spots leftover from the rain in the areas of the trail the sunlight didn’t penetrate strongly; we rode conservatively on the turtle geldings but both boys did little hind hoof slips on downhills. Scrappy’s was minor and nothing resulted, while Blaze loaded stiffly into the trailer after the ride.

 And unloaded even more stiffly at home.

The big red light really came on when he didn’t roll immediately upon being put back in his paddock, since Blaze *always* rolls, especially after being drippy. He only ate about half his mash. About this time my mom was due to be pulling up for a weekend visit, and I was busy staring at my non-rolled, non mash eating gelding who was standing very still with his head low, looking a bit glazed over, to be honest. Blaze is a quiet gelding who just went 13 miles, but this was different. While metabolic concerns flashed in my head, I thought of the hind slip I’d seen too, and felt him all over. There was nothing to be detected on his legs and he gave me both hind legs and flexed them seemingly fine. Then as he half heartedly dipped his head at flies on his front legs I could hear a faint popping sound each time he went left or right. Feeling along his neck about midway down I came upon tightly knotted muscle on both sides, with 2 specific knots on the left side. I have a chiropractor out fairly regularly but am no expert on the subject, however I do know what an improperly knotted muscle feels like and what may feel good to relieve it, so I went to work on his neck while my husband gently massaged his rump. By this time my mom had arrived and had heard the neck pops I keyed on from where she stood outside the shed. In maybe two minutes of working his neck and rump gently Blaze licked and chewed and heaved some big sighs, and that glazed over stillness left him. He was certainly still stiff but the alarming stillness was gone and he finished his mash, wandered over for a drink, and was all nickers for dinner. I talked to Mel that night and she had felt a left front slip while I had a seen a right hind slip, so probably both had happened and Blaze had tweaked himself properly. He was himself but still not rolling Friday, then cantered up his hill and gave a half assed roll Saturday. Today, he had a thorough roll and seems quite himself, but my chiropractor will be here tomorrow afternoon just to be sure.

Oh, and if that wasn’t unexpected drama enough? The Freeform with old Equipedic that I tried same day left Scrappy sore over his loins after those 13 miles. My working theory is that the padding-free Freeform and squashed down old inserts in the Equipedic=nowhere near enough padding for Scrappy? My Sensation has 3 layers of insert padding in the saddle itself plus the brand new firm inserts in the Skito, and he hasn’t been sore backed at all in it up to 18 miles riding. I’ll have to do another ride in a Freeform with a better pad at some point to test that theory, but meanwhile have 50s coming up in a month or so and will probably just stick with the Sensation.

Autumn Trails and Silly Fillies

I really know that autumn has come when I start riding all of my horses–a lot! Don’t get me wrong, I ride in every season, and in theory mean to pursue endurance each and every calendar year, but like life, that always takes a slightly different form. As a redhead with heat issues I regulate my summer riding somewhat, and in general I don’t ride nearly as many conditioning miles as I used to when I first got into endurance. Good thing probably because if I tried to I think my Rushcreek Tracer (Scrappydoo, to you) would mutiny altogether. As it is the poor bugger went almost 30 miles this week! In fact with buddy N’s assistance, all three of my saddle steeds saw the trail this week, lucky critters.
First there was Scrappy and Sheza:
And then Scrappy and Blaze:
N brought her Freeform Liberty and I rode in it on Blaze that day– and it was magical! The first saddle that I ever felt that “aha, this is my seat’s happy place” moment with was the Specialized Trailmaster that I bought right off the horse in Utah a few years ago–but now that I’ve ridden the Freeform Liberty I want to sell or trade one of my saddles (Frank Baines or Trailmaster) and get a Liberty, stat! Even as absurdly wide as Blaze is, it was SO comfortable, and he moved out fabulously. For whatever reason I could actually SIT his ridiculous trot somewhat too–not the extended one, god no, but at least the slower pace. Blaze is a kidney pounder, the type that tosses you nearly a foot out of the saddle, forcing you to post or more ideally 2 pt, so sitting anything is a bit unheard of on him.  If anyone has a 17.5 or 18″ Freeform Liberty they want to sell or trade, let me know! 
Scrappy sleeping off that 6 mile ride..Blaze in the Freeform
Meanwhile, in Filly land….

(Step) sisters have such beautiful relationships..
 “I HATE YOU!”
…3 minutes later….
“I LOVE YOU!”
Sheza working the autumn sunlight.. 3 1/2 years of gorgeous.. 
Rory ever curious, Sheza sulking a bit
she knows she’s the Original filly girl! 
Rory @ 15 months and 13 hh…her butt might be more like 14.1…
Yep that rump is almost as high as Sheza’ s– just no other body part. Ah, babes! 

Last but not least, I FINALLY managed to get in my 15 mile (actually 16.5, ah thank you) ride with Scrappy this morning. I’ve meant pretty much all of the last rides not also involving Sheza to be 15 mile rides, except due to smoke or tack or changes of plans they’ve fallen way short. With 20 Mule Team 100 in my sights at the end of February but first hopefully a 50 or two coming up in November, I really need to be testing my tack on longer rides and making sure that Scrap and I are properly prepared.

someone on FB asked if he was dirty or  if that was all just “Scrappy markings” 
 I’m going with the latter!  That’s really rather clean for him..
 you want to go how many miles?
 lovely quiet morning on the trails
 weary traveler sees the trailer

 While we did manage to rip a boot shell off the captivator after a water crossing/uphill combo, we otherwise had a solid (warm!) conditioning ride, finishing with a happy back and lovely even sweat mark at the end. Phew. Onward and upward!

Sale Saddle!

Hello readers,

 I’m selling a 16″ Specialized Eurolight Endurance saddle for a good friend and would love you to spread the word if you wouldn’t just like to buy this beauty yourself.


General specs
*16″ seat (seats run a bit small in general; if 16″ sounds large 
it’s easily snugged up with a woolly cover)
*Fenders
*Few years old, great condition 
*seems to be Wide tree like my older Trailmaster
Comes with
*1/2″ fitting cushions
*new set of shims
*new woolly seat cover
*aluminum stirrups 

new seat woolly included!

 $1,100 + shipping
Please contact me at auroragrohman@yahoo.com if you are interested! 

Photo Ride

Ideal redhead riding weather
Sheza and Scrappy
 First time on trail together
Scrappy waiting for his turn at the hay bag which according to Sheza is in approximately..
never
Because..BUTTS! 
The 3 yr old on the left isn’t too far off that 9 yr old booty on the right
 Nikki and Scrappy in fall riding attire
 Scrappy’s walk is more Sheza speed than Blaze’s!
 voices over the hill
 Eats, drinks, poops, & pees like a brontosaurus on trail–
momma D and I are proud! 
 Yes, admire me human

Oh, and Sheza has outgrown her first saddle! Laugh, sigh, headshake…I didn’t like riding that crotch reaming little saddle much anyway. My current arsenal of options remaining with the medium tree Thorowgood eliminated are: a wide tree Frank Baines, Specialized Trailmaster, treeless Sensation English..with my trail escort most likely riding the treeless anytime I go out on Sheza I’m thinking about fitting the Specialized to her. Because it’s not horse ownership if you aren’t faffing about with someone’s tack, yes?!

Autumn At Last

The first official day of autumn fell 2 days ago and fittingly the temperatures have not only left the triple digits, but vacated the 90s as well. More exciting even than that, though, was the revelation of 4 solid hours of rain yesterday morning! It was glorious and refreshing, or kind of really not cool, depending on if you asked me or my horses…
Scrappy channeling a not amused QH poopaloosa..
One of the many beautiful side effects of the rain is the moistening of the rock hard drought hooves on all of my steeds. I trim the herd’s hooves myself and this prolonged geographical dryness has made me seriously begin to question the wisdom of that of late. Especially because I really need to send in my GE nippers for a sharpening and rebuild, oy, working with sub par sharpness and 24 rock hard hooves=major whining sometimes. Anyway this blessing of moisture yesterday had an immediate effect and I whipped through trimming Blaze and Desire in the evening and got my best full trim yet done on yearling Rory in the glorious cool this morning.
 Rory is looking really solid and leggier than ever lately, and Sheza has her on a rigorous exuberant galloping schedule a few times a day, every day. Oh, there’d be new pictures of them except that yesterday in the bathroom my cell phone (which is my camera) did one of those horror movie slow leaps from my back pocket..into the toilet. Damn you bullshit girly-jean back pockets, I even think “that’s probably not secure back there” when I put stuff in them, but once in a while I do it anyway. This time I paid, literally! The good news is that my past good treatment of my devices made my deductible $99 instead of $200 and my replacement phone/camera is on the way ASAP. 
Meantime, imagine horses whose outlines are just blurring with the rigorous advance of their winter coats, cool grey skies, and the heady scent of hot earth slaked by a first autumnal blessing.

Endurance is Life

a hot evening, September skies
Ask almost any endurance enthusiast to tell you a ride story and you’ll probably be met with a broad grin and a tale that could contain completions, placings, goals met–or things going completely sideways–or both! Whatever the finishing result the story probably also contains excitement, joy, fear, frustration, pain, exhaustion; basically it’s safe to assume you’ll run through most of the gamut of human emotions out on the AERC trail. Whether you are riding your first LD, a long awaited 50, a bucket list 100, the mental and physical journey will be there. There are undoubtedly levels of difficulty and necessary preparation within those distances that must be acknowledged and respected. At the end of the day though, every person that crosses a start line at one of our beloved endurance rides has started somewhere, paid their dues in some form, packed their everything, kitchen sink, AND hopes into their rig, and if they’re lucky, set out down the endurance trail on ride morning on a good friend with a dream in their heart.
Oh the places it takes us! Nevada Derby 50 2014
Photo credit Baylor/Gore
My passion for endurance began in 2001 when the previous owner of my first horse told me that she went camping, rode all day, and then got fed hot food and maybe did it again the next day–and it was a *organized thing that people did.* As a horse crazy 13 year old girl, nothing could sound more delightful, and without hesitation my rangy buckskin Appendix mare and I in our free postage stamp English jumping saddle and cheap local tack store leather bridle joined the awesome elderly ladies on their biothane-clad Arabians on weekend training rides. Previous to my owning her my mare had failed an AERC ride attempt or two due to being wickedly high strung and incapable of pulsing down if the day didn’t go her way, but she and I were birds of a feather and we beebopped our way through our first LD in fall of 2002. By beebopped I mean the riders all passed a spot in the trail where nearly all the horses spooked violently including mine and my sponsor’s. My sponsor was thrown and got a nasty concussion, but our horses stayed with us, she mounted back up, and we made it slowly to the halfway vet check. People were immediately networking on my behalf and I was picked up by another kind rider and my now-concussed sponsor insisted that I go on. My angsty mare magically transferred her affections from sponsor horse to new sponsor horse, and away we went to a fine finish. It was completely thrilling and terrifying and while it was technically a limited distance ride, I have been calling myself an endurance rider ever since.
No ride photos from those early LDs but here’s my pretend endurance horse and I
 being pretend show people at the local county fair, circa 2002  😉
Of course, the journey won’t always be smooth, from mile to mile, or ride to ride. That’s the thing about endurance riding–it’s a highly concentrated mini roller coaster ride in life, while you’re busy living the roller coaster ride of the rest of your life. Hours and miles spent on the trail in concentration on a goal, getting to know your horse, breaking through on challenges presented and then not for a while, all strengthen, though sometimes the word seems more like toughen, your mental and physical hides. Perhaps most simply put, and in the colloquial meaning, it “builds character.”

my right ankle, fall 2009
not according to plan…builds character! 
Blaze and I @ Whiskeytown 2011
We were Overtime by max 10 min & didn’t get completion..
not according to plan…great ride though!
 photo credit Christie B’s Photography
To not turn this into a novel, let me summarize by saying that it was 10 years, a lot of lessons, and 220 LD miles before I rode my first 50 milers, on Desire, in March 2012 at Cuyama XP. 
Cuyama XP 2012
Photo credit Lynne Glazer

While only 2 years ago, that photo seems a lifetime (and definitely was 45 lbs!) ago. Every ride, every ride weekend, every month and year are so packed with opportunities to learn and grow and enjoy, if you can overcome and thrive against whatever life and endurance presents you with.
My ride season plans didn’t go at all according to plan this year, but at this point in endurance and life, I’m pretty much okay with that. Scrappy and I completed the first leg of the NASTR Triple Crown in April but then played with saddle fit all summer, which ultimately means that we spent a lot of time together figuring out nuances and filling in training and relationship holes, and I realized yesterday just how truly valuable all that time was.

We hit the trail early and my saddle set up, finally, felt perfect. I’ve been having finicky issues getting my Skito and Sensation treeless saddle just perfectly lined up together, as well as fretting over the inch or so of back and forward slide I get on steep up and downs, despite crupper and breast collar use. For once though I got everything just right and was not obsessing over tack for a moment or two. Unfortunately the air at the lake was smoky from wildfires both north and south of us, the worst air quality all summer, so my original mileage plan was immediately tossed out the window. Ah well, as you’ll find in endurance, that’ll happen.

pensive Scrappy..not so rolly polly these days..
smoky trails..time to go home

Despite less than ideal conditions, Scrappy and I were so clearly in tune with each other that we cruised a few miles at a sedate pace, including passing the trailer and adding another mile or two walk solely because Scrappy attempted Snarkitude regarding Being Done and Going to the Trailer NOW. On the way back he bobbed his head at his foot once so I gave him a “Woah” to give him an opportunity to scratch, and he immediately halted on a downhill and scratched his chin with a booted hind leg, with me perfectly balanced in the treeless on his back.  It was a moment of perfect balance (thank god!) and quite a nice change from the sudden halt and fling his head down without warning that our early days together entailed. When he’d taken care of his itch he moved smoothly on and a few minutes later the clouds shifted and I glanced over my shoulder and was captured by the light.

“HEY Scrappy, look at that!” I exclaimed and he immediately stopped, turn his head to where I looked, and I snapped this picture:

It was a hot, smoky, not according to plan ride, but it was maybe the best ride I’ve had all year. Of course, even as my flouted goal frustration cools and I embrace the relationship instead of the ride record I’ve built with my horse this summer, my little endurance demons have started dancing on my shoulders again, and I have a ride yet again in my sights. 
Just my first 100, no big deal. !!!
And so the life and endurance cycles continue.
look! Scrappy really is a grey! kinda…