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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Racing Stripes I Endurance Ride 2/15/14 (Edited to add info about the final score!)

All right!!!! We survived out second LD!!!!!! We had a lot of improvements, some things that were worse, some troubles and some learning experiences, but on the whole I'd say it was a very successful ride and I'm very happy with how we finished!!!

Once again, I have very few pictures as my phone's battery is aging and it was dead for most of the trip. I don't have a single picture from the ride, nor do I have any GPS - I spent valuable battery on my alarm for the morning, and despite charging it in my car repeatedly, it didn't last. Next time, I will be smart and bring a battery powered alarm and shut the phone off overnight to save some juice. And next time I will use the GoPro too - I didn't this time as it is heavy and my neck isn't used to it for long periods yet. I figured with everything else going on, I didn't need a sore neck too!


I felt like our trip got off to as good of a start as last time - O had about an hour to munch hay before we left, I hooked everything up, made sure everything was in order (everyone was attended to and I hadn't forgotten anything in my packing - I try to pack things over the course of the week leading up to the departure date!), loaded up and headed out. On Thursday, I had fixed up my temp fencing (which failed at the last ride, if you remember the middle-of-the-night escape!), cleaned out the trailer, packed all the hay, packed up my tack, and bathed O, so I was ready to leave right after work on Friday. I had a big bottle of Pro CMC with me, and I was ready to use it liberally over the course of the weekend. I dosed her before we left, since she won't eat on the trailer (not even a bite of hay!), and we made the trip in about 3.5 hours, thankfully before dark this time. Last time, we arrived after dark and landed ourselves in the wrong spot to park in (the vet's spot, no good!!), but this time I was able to actually follow directions, see where I was going, and actually park where I was supposed to park!


Yes, the non-generator parking? I actually found it and parked there! Because I'm awesome!

I almost got my truck stuck in the mud as I was parking, which should have been a sign of things to come, but thanks to my 4-Low I managed to get out unscathed. Once I was out of there, I made friends with my neighbors, set up my temp fencing (and was MUCH more efficient and smart about it, and had a much more secure and properly fixed fence), stuck Her Majesty in her pen, dosed her again with Pro CMC, and watched her get to eating the bit of grass and pile of hay that she had. The only water on the property was up near the vet check, so I had to unhook my truck, load the bed up with buckets, take them over to the troughs, fill them there, and drive back, trying not to spill as I went. What a mess!

The ride meeting was boring, but my new neighbor-friends wanted to go, and wanting to be a good neighbor-friend, I went with them and sat through the whole thing. Mostly all I cared about was where I needed to be in the morning and which trails I was on, but I also took note of the fact that the ride manager told us that there were some "wet" spots on the trail, but that "they're not boggy at all." I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but I took her word for it. Remember this for later.


Back at the trailer, O ate her dinner, stuffed her face with hay, and I sat for awhile reading a book in the light from my trailer. At some point, she stopped eating and went to the corner of her pen, where she could see her neighbor. She stayed there long enough not eating that I got up, moved her hay pile over to the corner, and then shook my head as she dove in to eat again. She did this at the last ride too... the hay has to be in a particular spot, or she's not interested. (Mares...) I tucked myself in for the night, but admittedly did not sleep very well as I was worried about her escaping again. At some point in the night, she quit eating again and went to the *other* corner to stare at the *other* horses, so I once again got up, put a pile of hay in front of her and watched her dive in again. She drank too, several times - just a few sips here and there, but it was something. She drank maybe a 1/2 bucket overall, about the same as last time. Gogo was a full 2-bucket drinker every single night, so I'm never very happy with O's water intake, but she was hydrated and had a nighttime dose of Elytes on board, so there wasn't much else I could do about it. She thankfully stayed in her pen all night, but at 4:30AM started screaming her head off as the 75 mile horses started being walked around before their vettings. Sorry to everyone within a 50 mile radius that my screaming horse has probably woken you up....

I got up too, fed her at around that time (mostly to shut her up), dosed her again with her next dose of Elytes and Pro CMC, and tried to sleep for another hour. I more or less succeeded, but at some point just gave up, sat in my car with the engine on and heat blasting (SO COLD, it was only about 36), and looked at my supply of Clif bars and Gatorade. I felt completely queasy, and managed to drink a small bottle of Gatorade and take a few bites of a Clif bar before my gag reflex kicked in and I couldn't eat anymore. This was the same problem I had last time - I'm not hungry that early in the morning, and my body angrily rejects food until around 8am or so most every day, so I think part of this may be conditioning on my part. The *other* part that should have been a warning sign was that I had been building up to an increasingly bad gastric problem over the past week, and I should have taken that problem into account. I felt fine enough to ride (although I definitely don't feel fine enough to even get off my couch right now), so I choked down what I could manage and got my magnesium pills down, but one preemptive Ibuprofin and I was gagging, I couldn't do it. With that in mind, I *knew* I was going to feel horrible after the ride, but I figured it would be worse to try and force more food in and make myself vomit the little I had managed to get down. 

I headed over to the vet check, and vetted in with all A's and one A- for her jugular, first one I've gotten that was less than an A for her jugular. I was very happy with the A for gut sounds, and was happy with all of the hay that she had stuffed herself with all night. Technically I know that all of the hay she ate on Thursday is the important hay, since that is what is still hanging out in her hindgut on Saturday, but it makes me feel SO much better to see her stuffing her gob all night, since it really helps with tummy problems. She drank water - not enough in my mind, but she did drink some - and she was hydrated. We marked her with a big washable marker, and went back to the trailer to tack up and get ready to ride. I tried to eat more (tried, really tried), and got her to eat some more too before dosing her again with Pro-CMC right before I got on. I had to get off again one minute before we were released to fix a stirrup, failed to actually fix it, got back on, and hoped it would sort itself out as my bad calf stretched out. We checked in, milled around for awhile, and then the gate was open and we were off! 



Last time, I let O start mid-pack and cruised around people to eventually get up to the lead and run with the frontrunners. She got hot and bargey going around horses to actually get up to the front, but once we were in the front, she relaxed and settled and was happy to canter along and leapfrog with the other horses. She got very hot and sweaty in the process, and vetted in at the first check with a lot of Bs (finished with As though), so I wanted to try and avoid that this time. My plan for this ride was to start at the front, keep out in front of or with the people frontrunning, and canter along to keep her brain intact. Unfortunately, this COMPLETELY failed at this ride, as about 15 other people were racing as fast as they could in the front! Once O was caught up in that crowd, it was a lot of work to keep her under control. She dolphin bucked, tried to kick out at her neighbor, barged along, tossed her head, and pulled on me like a freight train. I tried to get her to fall back a bit, but that only increased her frustration and she was bolty until we caught up. I had more or less no choice except to keep her cantering along behind the frontrunners, just because it was the best thing I could do to keep her head on straight. It was frustrating though - at the water stop, she came in behind the others, dropped her head to drink, and all of them galloped off when she stopped. Of course there was no drinking after that.... sigh. 

The trails were not good at all. They were FULL of mud, slop, boggy areas, and areas of water that were deeper than her hocks and knees and wider across than the eye could see. I felt like I was about to dislocate my shoulders and just about broke her nose hauling on her to slow down through these areas. It was easy to follow the other horses, but as far as I could tell, the trails markers were very hard to see.

Obviously no pictures from me, but here are some pictures of the trail from the FB page of the ride:





A few of those arrows here and there, but most of the markers for the trail were on little brown sticks, in the middle of the cow pasture full of white-brown grass. White ribbon on light brown stick in white-brown grass = impossible to see. This will come into play shortly.


We finished our first 14 mile loop intact thankfully. She took a minute or two to pulse down once we finished our first loop, but not long. I felt a bit out of place as all the other 25 mile people had crews and buckets and things all set up by the vetbox.... I didn't do that, didn't know I should have. I obviously will be alone for most of these things, but I think next time I will set out some buckets.
Once in for the vetting, we got all A's again (yes!! Not expected as she had wasted a lot of energy pulling on me), and went back to the trailer to rest. She was tired at that point and not that interested in eating or drinking, but I knew she needed to get *some* liquid into her, so I spent a minute syringing some liquids into her mouth until she decided she should drink some by herself. She munched a small amount of hay and cookies, but mostly I had to stick it into her mouth and make her chew. I was feeling very stressed at that point, understandably... mare you HAVE to eat and drink. At some point it occured to me that the grass near the water was quite green and tasty looking, so we went over there to graze. Success! She was very happy to snarf down the yummy wet grass, and I was happy. I considered, hemmed and hawed, and then decided to give her another dose of Elytes with her next dose of Pro CMC. Once our hold was over, we mounted back up and headed out with one of the 50 milers, a nice old man riding his 25 year old Arab in nothing but a big nylon halter and lead rope.

Unfortunately, right off the bat, we were lost. The trails passed through huge cattle pastures, and finding the actual trail markers (little white ribbons on little brown posts in the middle of acres of white-brown grass) was insanely difficult. We went about a mile out of our way trying to find it, then I eventually passed him on and moved forward. Unfortunately I lost the trail two, three, four, five times.... I had to turn around again and again when I looked everywhere and couldn't find the ribbons. Ugh, so frustrating! My phone died partway through the loop, but the last I heard it say was that I was at the 23 mile mark... and I went at least another 5 miles, if not more. We probably did more like 30 miles.


On the second loop, I had a few moments of "ok, so this is what actual long-term long-distance endurance is like." We trotted along by ourselves for a long way, cantered where we had some space, walked for a bit, and stopped in puddles to get drinks. I had a minute to drop my reins and stirrups, drink some water, stretch out, and then continue onward. We were in no hurry and had no other horses to get upset about - and the other horses that she saw off in the distance, or the ones she passed, were of no concern to her since she didn't spend more than a few minutes looking at them. She went along on a long and loose rein for a very long time, happy to trot and canter along with no pulling and no fuss. She stopped at about mile 18 at a puddle and started tanking up, much to my surprise and delight - she did this last time too, she didn't really start to drink until 15-18 miles in. She drank heartily at the next water stop, and drank heartily at the finish as well, twice!

It was nice just cruising along. A group of other 25s came up behind me at some point, and I left them behind (still with a small competitive streak, I didn't want them to get ahead of me if I had gas left in the tank!). Unfortunately every time I got lost, they caught back up again. I finished before them, but they pulsed in before me, and I figured it didn't matter at that point because I had gone so slow on my second loop that there was no way I placed well. Then they announced that we were top 10 again! What! That's awesome!

I don't really have official results yet, but I supposedly finished 8th. Had I gotten into the vetbox before the other 25 milers, I would have been 5th or 6th, but oh well! I let her drink drink drink before we vetted in, as I figured that was more important anyway. Our vet scores went down - some A's and several B's - but she looked pretty good and once back at the trailer she started to gobble hay. She did this last time too, didn't eat a ton at the hold but ate a lot afterwards. I weighed in with my tack, then flopped in the front seat of my truck and tried to eat and drink for a few minutes while waiting to present for BC. I was worried that I had overtightened her girth again (remember the weird swelling she got?) as it was slightly puffy and a little sore to the touch there, but I dosed the area with Sore-No-More and within 10 minutes everything was normal again. A little odd....! I was also extremely unhappy to see that my pad, the ONE pad I have found that doesn't rub her anywhere, rubbed her side. I also ended up with HUGE bruises on my calves from deciding last second to wear a different pair of jeans than I had been. Normally, the jeans work great for these shorter distances, but this time it backfired on me badly. Definitely need to make some changes here.

She looked just awesome after the ride:



She ate some hay, snoozed, ate some hay, snoozed, took a drink, ate some hay, snoozed. I was very happy with how she was taking care of herself post-ride, and before I knew it it was time to haul my butt up and take her over for our BC check.

Last time, I didn't get her Elytes right by ANY stretch of the imagination. She finished the last ride with mostly A's and a B, but by the time we got to BC she had deteriorated some in condition, and was a little muscle sore in her haunches and back, and had some slightly discoloration in her veins in her gums (it was hard for me to understand exactly what the vet was talking about, but basically he explained that it was because the Elytes were off). Her scores included a lot of 10s, but a lot of 7s as well. This time, I was REALLY on top of the Elytes and Pro-CMC, and it paid off. Her condition improved in the hour after the last check and the BC check, and she scored exceptionally well in every category. No muscle soreness, no back soreness, legs looked great, she was well-hydrated, and the trot out was "the best I've seen all day," according to the vet, who had been standing around for 6 hours doing trot outs! Her CRI was 13/12, meaning that her heart rate before the trot out was at about 52bpm, and after her extensive trot-out her heart rate was down to 48bpm within a minute. That's pretty good for a big beefy girl like her! The only thing the vet could maybe fault us on, in her own words, was that if she were scoring the top top score for loudly gurgling gut sounds it would be a 1, and O's was like a 2 on that scale. But that was the only thing she had to say about it. Otherwise, she said she looked great and well-recovered. Wooo!

I don't know who actually won BC yet, since nobody seems to want to get back to me about it via email, but hopefully sometime in the next century somebody will let me know. They only took a month to get the High Roller results up on the website, sooo...

Back at home, she gobbled more food and settled right in for a long drink. The next day, she trotted out willingly, sound and happy to move. She was a little stocked up all the way around, but considering the slop we went through, I wasn't surprised at all. She looks like she never even went to the ride at all.




Three cheers for a happy fresh mare and another top 10 under our belts!

EDITED TO ADD: We got in some more info on the final scores! We did in fact finish 8th, and while we did not get BC likely due to our slower speed, we did get the High Vet Score! A short explanation of BC, or Best Condition: the top 10 horses in each mileage division have the option of presenting for BC, which takes place an hour after the final vet check. After your final vetting, you and your tack have to weigh in, and your weight and finish time get recorded. Your horse has an hour to hang out, get groomed/bathed, eat, drink, nap and generally recover, and then they re-present for a secondary (and more thorough) vet check. You do an extensive jog out (or big huge trot out, if you are O), have the horse's Cardiac Recovery Index taken, and get checked for all the same criteria as the normal vet checks, only they are more thorough and tough about it. She scored exceptionally high in all categories. The only one that she scored *slightly* lower in was in her gut sounds category... if 1 is the best score you can get, she got a 2, according to the vet, but she said it would have scored an A in a normal vet check. She also said that the trot out was "the best she had seen all day," which is high praise seeing as she had been watching horses trot out for literally about 6 hours already! Basically it means, O looked awesome and fully recovered after the ride was over. BC goes to the person who gets the best score out of all of the combined scores of weight, speed, and vet criteria, so BC went to someone who went faster, but the High Vet Score went to me! Had we gone a bit faster, we would have gotten it most likely... but I went just as fast as I felt like we should go, and am happy we didn't push for more, as I don't think we would have scored as high. A high vet score is MUCH more important to me than the speed!

As of today, I crawled onto her bareback despite my illness and went for a little walk.... and you'd never know she did an LD on Saturday. She was spooking, prancing around, slinging her head (note to self: bring back out martingale), and being a general goob, like she had been off for weeks. Her legs look great, she is eating everything in sight, and is acting like her totally fit totally idiotic self. Woo!

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Pics from High Roller!


Got in our pics from High Roller!! 

I *had* to order the bloopers... they were just too good not to share. 



We were having a disagreement about speed, probably. "No, you can't run as fast as you want the entire way damnit."



Holding it together and looking good. But I have got to lose some WEIGHT!




Uppity uppity mare about halfway through our first loop... you can see how much she had sweated up and wasted energy getting all hot and bothered! And I am making some awkward sexy faces....



By the end she had really found her stride and had figured it out... fresh, happy mare cantering across the finish line at mile 25! Removed the boots and the sweater at the hold and we were both much happier for it. Notice we were still NOT on a long or loose rein... if I had let her go she would have been in Egypt by the time I had her back under control!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

High Roller I Endurance Ride 1/4/14 (Part II)

Our night of debauchery behind us, O and I headed to the vetbox as soon as they opened up. I had gotten her to eat some hay pellet mush at around 4am, but she was too riled up in the morning to do more than flip her breakfast bucket over and spill her breakfast meal everywhere. She drank about 1/2 a bucket of water, which is pretty good for her! This will HAVE to improve in the future though.... the hotter it gets the more she just HAS to drink. Eventually I got tired of her freaking out (the 50s went out at 7am right in front of the trailer and this was SO MUCH for her brain) that I tied her up to the trailer for a few hours with a haybag so she'd quit running the fence. Last thing I needed was for her to go busting out and gallop off with the 50 milers!

I vetted in with a vet who thankfully was not the one who I stole the parking spot from, and later found out she and one of my clients are apparently besties and the client had been telling me all about her previously - small world! She sympathized with me about the oops-loose-horse-in-the-middle-of-the-night, and told me her own horse had gotten out a million times. (I *hope* my horse does not ever get out again but I'm sure it will happen! I saw like 12 loose horses... is that a thing at rides? There's always a loose horse at events but not THAT many!) O vetted in with all A's and one B+ for gut sounds, and off we went to saddle up. I continued trying to coax her to eat (EAT PLEASE EAT), and she did somewhat, but was more interested in watching all of the horses passing through the vet. Finally it was time to saddle up and head out!

They did a controlled start for us - we all followed some guy and his grey horse at a set speed until we reached the trail head, and then he let us roll on out. I started somewhere in the middle of all of the horses, and ended up passing most everybody within a mile or so. It wasn't long until I found myself in the company of two quick little Pasos and a lady with a big Arab/TB/Trakehner gelding (at least, I think that's what she said he was... he was a very nice looking mutt!). We kept partly in time with another lady on a PSYCHO Arab in front of us who kept blasting off ahead and then slamming on the brakes... he must have ended up being pulled because I never saw him again and he was ahead of us the entire time. The Pasos were in love with O and the younger girl spent most of her time riding along behind us with O's big red butt for motivation. I kept in time with the girl with the lovely mutt-horse for awhile, and may or may not have almost collided with her when the trail unexpectedly turned and I was not paying attention... oops. We spent most of the first 2 loops (purple to blue) chatting with each other, moving forward and falling back and generally keeping company with all the rest of the front runners, right where O wanted to be. She really has discovered the joy of cantering, and cantering is really all she'd like to do. This suits me well as it is SO comfortable to get up in half seat and just roll along with her smoothly - no bouncy posting. Bonus, she does clean changes back and forth from each lead of her own accord whenever we are turning or changing balance, how great is that! I can bump her from one lead to the next with a change of balance but as for a cue we don't have that yet. Our leg cues for canter still involve a head raise, an ugly face, and a surge forward... yeck. On the other hand, if you are out on the trail walking and you cluck quietly once at her, she's off trotting... if you cluck (or kiss) at her again, she's cantering. This really annoys the dressage person in me, but as for working on the trail, it's pretty darn convenient.

We rolled comfortably along for the first loop, and I was surprised when only a little more than an hour had passed and we were already back in camp. O had wasted a lot of energy getting charge-y on the first loop, and while she drank a few sips of water at the trough on the way in, she really didn't get too much in. She had also eaten less than I had hoped she would. We pulsed in immediately, vetted out with A's and several B's including a B- for gut sounds!! Not cool. Our hold was 45 minutes and I spent literally every second that I could trying to coax her to eat more. She wouldn't eat hay or mash, so I took her out and grazed her, and she perked up quite a bit with that. She wasn't getting her elytes in (that I had put in the mash, thinking she'd eat it), and I couldn't bring myself to dose her when she wasn't eating well. Of course, every second that a horse isn't gobbling food I start panicking and going OH MY GOD SHE HAS ULCERS. (I don't *actually* think she does, I think she was just amped up... but still.) Being the kind of horse that she is, I know I'll need to keep an eye on it, but I already manage this aspect of her life VERY VERY closely anyway so I think I am just hypersensitive about it.

Looking good at the hold. 

Once she had grazed, and had tanked up again at the water trough (thank god), I tacked her back up and out we went again. I was a few minutes slow getting it together after our hold, but headed out with a brisk horse who was ready for more action. (This is great - I've never unsaddled her and then resaddled and gotten back on, so she was more than happy to go "uhm ok? Sure, I think we just did this but I am up for some more.") We headed out with a group of 50 milers who were lagging behind a bit (remember, they started at 7am and it was now close to 11 and they were just heading out for their second loop), all of which were very friendly and helpful and giving out unsolicited advice (some of it was nice, some of it was more like "god damn it don't ever pass anyone ever unless you know them," which I think was a bit silly.) I left all the 50 milers behind for awhile until we came to a group of cows that were laying down. O has this really fun spook at her where she goes from trotting or cantering to teleporting sideways and backwards at the same time in one movement, and we were in the process of thrashing around in a blind panic because oh my god I've clearly never seen cows before, mom these are DEMON COWS, they are going to eat us alive! when the 50 milers caught back up and took us through the group of them. (Remember, O sees cows every day...)

Eventually, we caught up to a nice cowboy man and his young horse who was struggling to keep going. We matched up together, and being with another horse motivated his colt to keep moving on down the trail. (He said he thought he might have to walk back home because he had nothing left in his horse! Strangely enough, he ended up winning BC!) The cowboy man and I went on and trotted/cantered along to the finish, paying attention to the deep sandy spots (tons of them) and the mudholes (even MORE of those). I even convinced her to drink ON THE TRAIL! First time she has done that literally EVER. Near the 22 mile mark, there was  big stock pond, and I decided to stop and wade in - she tanked up! I came cantering home across the finish line with a fresh horse who was still pulling on me. She never went along on a loose rein and I never asked her to go more forward than she already was once... she just cruised along and made easy work of it all. She drank even more at the trough at the finish, and I led her to the vet feeling a bit like I was made of jelly. I finished fine, but Funder had hammered on me to eat and drink and I hadn't done a very good job of it. It's hard when you finish your loops in an hour and change, and you have a zoomy headstrong horse! The photographer probably has some great pictures of me fist pumping and then giving the devil horns, just for Funder (because she helped listen to my inane babble and questions for hours and hours and hours before and after the race!)

O pulsed in right away and was perky for the vet. All of her vet scores got raised, all A's and one B+ for gut sounds! I was so excited about that, and about the fact that I had gotten her to drink! I unsaddled, threw a cooler on her, put her in her pen, and she got straight to eating her hay. She kept her muscles loose by doing a small walking circle every few minutes or so, then went back to munching. I collapsed in the front seat of my truck and watched her for a few minutes while I chugged some Gatorade and ate a Powerbar.

Looking fresh! Shortly after this she started trotting around... TROTTING AROUND.


I am still waiting on official times, but we finished 6th!!!!!!!!!!!!! A top ten for our FIRST ride ever!!!!

(One of TERA's members made a funny little video and we're in it, by the way - check it out!)

We went and stood for BC after an hour, and did quite well all things considered. I knew we weren't going to get it, but the vet was very complimentary and gave us a slew of 10s for things. We also got several 7s as her elytes were off (which I knew they had to be), and this changed some things with her gums and made her muscles a bit stiff in the back end. She was perfectly sound, just didn't really enjoy being poked by the vet. I will have to make sure this gets addressed, along with gastric support, for the next ride.


Sunday she was tired but not *that* tired, and I stuck her on the lunge to let her loosen up. She gave me kind of an ugly 'don't wanna' face, but did it anyway, and once she got to moving she loosened up and felt better. This mare wears her heart on her sleeve everywhere she goes, so I will always know if something isn't quite right. She is not going to push through her pain if she hurts, she is going to yell and scream at me about it to make sure I get the message. She has SUCH a red mare attitude. Her legs look great, she is eating well, and she is perky. Yesterday she was even brighter and perkier. (S said last night, "O's a much nicer horse when she's tired".... yes, yes she is.)


As for me, I am finally not feeling like I got run over by a bus. We need more conditioning, feeding, hydrating and elyting for the next one for sure!

Sunday, January 5, 2014

High Roller I Endurance Ride 1/4/14 (Part I)

I have to do my monthly goals AND my yearly goals, BUT I have something more pressing to write about.... our first LD!!!!!!!!!!!

After our Intro ride in November, I knew I wanted to give an actual LD a try. I really wanted to do the last one in December in Waco, but when O fell out of the trailer and bonked her knees that idea went out the window. (I'm actually really glad I decided not to do that one - I chatted with people at this ride that said that  in order to complete the December ride your horse needed to be "part billy goat" with all the rocks and the steep climbs. Glad I decided not do it because I think she wasn't fit enough for that at the time!)


The High Roller ride was down south, somewhere north of Houston in the middle of nowhere. It was all rolling pasture and cow paths and sand, so I figured it was a great one for our first start. Ride times from previous rides were extremely fast (under 2 hours for LDs and around 4.5 for 50s!! I can't even understand that speed), so I figured the terrain must be easy and simple to negotiate. With all my fees and forms sent off to everyone involved, I gave O a dose of Ulcergard at 6am on Friday (so it would cover the trailer ride but be out of her system before the ride started), loaded her up and all of our stuff in the afternoon, and made the trek down south. Easy drive, beautiful scenery, this will all flow so smoothly! Right? Well...

My problems started at sundown. I went to flip on my lights and realized that the running lights to the trailer were out. They had been out before, then were fixed, and apparently are now un-fixed as they were not working at all. Well crap, I can't run in the dark with a totally unlit trailer... what do I do? I made due by going with my hazards flashing the entire way.... my brake lights were working and the hazards and turn sigals were good, so I at least had all of those! 

Well... nothing else can go wrong, right?

I bypassed the entrance to camp on accident the first go-around. It took me several miles to find a place to turn the trailer around and come back. 

Well... nothing else can go wrong, right?

I pulled into camp after dark, and found no one there to help direct me. There were trailers to the left and trailers to the right, so I just guess and turned left. I found an open spot near some other trailers, up against the fence, and after I parked I realized it was an RV spot. Well... there are lots of other RV spots, so maybe nobody will mind if I am here in my small rig? I set up O's pen, unloaded her and fed her, and settled in. The ride meeting was awkward, seeing as I didn't know anybody and everyone there seemed to know everyone else. I tried to chat a few people up but mostly they were all talking to each other, so I stayed long enough to grab some food and hear which trails I'd be riding, and then I bolted. O was milling around her pen, and I started to settle in for the night. Another big rig came and parked in the last open spot next to me, and then another RV with no trailer attached stopped near my spot and parked there for a long time. I wondered if the RV wanted my spot and was just debating what to do, but nobody ever came to find me and talk to me about it, so when they drove off I breathed a sigh of relief. I decided at around 9 that I better get to sleep, and settled in for the night, setting my alarm at 12 to check on O and make sure she was still eating/in her pen. 

She was in her pen at 12, passed out flat on her side sleeping. Oh good, I thought, and slipped peacefully back off into dreamland. 

At 3am, there was a knock on my window. I woke up, thinking that I surely couldn't have dreamed that and that something must be wrong. I sat up, looked out my window, and saw my pen, all torn down with no horse in it. 

Well.... nothing else can go wrong, right?

Thankfully, she had only busted out of the pen to go loudly converse with the neighbor's horses. This woke the neighbor, who got up, caught my horse, and tied her to my trailer for me. I apologized in my sleepy stupor, fixed the pen, put her back in, and watched her run the fence back and forth for an hour because she now wanted to be with her new friends. I moved all of her hay down to where she could see her friends, and she finally settled down and ate for awhile. It was already around 5am by this point, so I wasn't really going to get much more in the way of sleep, but I did try to doze in the front seat of the truck while waking up every few minutes or so to look at O and make sure she was still where she was supposed to be. I cracked a window and everything to listen to her! (It was 36 degrees. Thank god I had all of my blankets/sleeping bag/layers on.) 

I finally decided I couldn't sleep anymore and went to go check in and show them a copy of my Coggins. The ride manager looked at me, looked at my rig, and said, "Oh... THAT'S you isn't it?" Uh oh... what did I do?

Apparently I parked in the VET'S spot. The RV trying to park there last night was one of the VETS. I was right across from where they were doing the vetting in the arena. OH GOD SO EMBARRASSED. I apologized a million times, and was told it was ok and they had moved the vet elsewhere. I spent the rest of the day feeling totally mortified because I was RIGHT THERE next to the vetbox and everyone could stare at my trailer all day long. 

Well... nothing else can go wrong, right?

(Yea. Guess where I parked.)


Thankfully, from them on out, things really DID smooth out. I'll finish up with Part II tomorrow... right now I am exhausted and need SLEEP!