Sunday, October 12, 2014

Preparations

The trail we rode on Saturday was the East-West Regional trail. Both J and I are excited to spend some time exploring farther out from where we turned around. The trail runs from Spring Gulch to Daniel's Gate Park (our first destination) with a out distance of 12 miles, which means it's a 24 mile round trip ride. We might be able to make it out there in three hours and then back in three hours, with an hour hold for lunch and letting Ashke rest. J isn't sure she is ready for that much, but we can shoot for working our way up to that.

There are a couple of things that I need to do before we do that. I need to figure out water for me and water for Ashke.

So far to date, I have tried carrying water in the Osprey hydration pak on my back. My only issue is the pain at the top of my shoulders from the weight being carried on the shoulder straps. So, I tried using a hydration pak inserted inside the cantle saddlebags with a tube that I can reach back and pull to my mouth. Neither Ashke or myself was really happy with that situation. The tube flipped around and struck Ashke in the flank. This is not conducive to a happy, calm Ashke. The bag also bounced against his back, which he also doesn't like. I tried the hydration bladder in the butt pack and that worked somewhat, but I still struggled with the tubing and there were no easy pockets for me to put the phone or camera in, plus it kept slipping down between the cantle and my lower back. I tried the pommel pack with nalgene bottles (regular water bottles with the pop-up nozzles are evil and make my teeth hurt just thinking about them) but drinking from a Nalgene bottle on an Arabian (who does not really like to stand still on trail) has resulted in Gatorade and water all over me, my gear and my horse. Plus the pommel pack is rubbing on Ashke's shoulders. Rubs on a gray horse are instantly visible from a mile away, just so you know.

As my second item for my birthday, I have been shopping for a new idea or implementation of an old idea. I found a few items on Amazon, but really wanted to look at them in person. I mentioned to J that I wanted to go to REI and she jumped at the idea. (She ended up with two insulated pairs of bike tights and some kind of magical hoody for biking.) I wanted to look at two or three hydration paks.

The first hydration pak was a 50 ounce bladder in a fanny pak. The reviews on line gave it a four star, but I could see how it might do the same thing as the butt pack I was currently using. It came with a clip to attach it to your clothing to hold the nipple end of the tube, but I couldn't figure out how to attach that to any of my clothing. The other downer was the lack of extra pockets and cubby holes. There was a place I could put my phone, but no easy place to access my camera from. I would have to rig something up to put my camera in so I could reach it as we rode.

The second was a butt pak with two water bottles. I was hoping when I saw it online that I could swap the bottles out for nalgenes. Those two water bottles maybe provided 24 oz of water and I know I can drink almost a 100 oz if the ride is long enough. The thing I liked about the pack was the extra pockets for cell phone and camera, plus it had a stiff back to it. I thought that maybe it would stay in place that way. Unfortunately, the water bottles were small and shaped in an almost crescent shape. There was no way to trade them out for something bigger.

The third pack I wanted to look at wasn't in the store, but I did find something close:

It is an Osprey Rev and designed for ultra runners. The weight is carried on the hips, with the chest straps reducing the weight on the shoulders. It has a 84 oz bladder and lots of pockets for a rain jacket, lunch, snacks, phone and camera. I like it because it is incredibly light weight, has enough water I won't dehydrate, and it has a lot of nifty pockets. 
I love pockets.

J put a 10 lb bar bell in the bottom of the pack and I bounced and danced around in it at REI until a stranger told me it looked really good on me as she tried to get past me in a hurry. :) I won't really know if it will work until our first ride, which might be in November, since my mom is coming out for a week. 

The other thing we needed was a way to hydrate Ashke. This trail has no streams on it and no water of any kind. It does, however, run past several parks. Those parks have water fountains, so we could get water for Ashke. I briefly considered training him to drink out of the fountains, but that process kind of made my eyes cross, so instead, I started looking for collapsible buckets that not only collapsed but that could be packed in my new pack without taking up a ton of room. J and I talked about packing TC  Senior in zip locks, and after offering water, giving him a good feed with the Senior before we rode back. But we would need a bucket for that. 

I found this:


Four gallons. Collapsible. Light weight (only 14 oz)

Packs up like this. This was perfect, since most of the other ones have a steel rim in the top that is about 10" in diameter that doesn't collapse. This one opens to about the same diameter, but completely collapses for storage.

Ordered one in blue.

It's going to take until the 25th of November for it to arrive (already shipped). 

I think it's coming my boat. From the Primacy. I'm scared.

 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Bike

I've been telling J for a while now, that instead of her riding a horse on the trail with me, we should get her a mountain bike to ride. Her current bike is more of a street bike and she's had issues with it on the harder trails. Once she decided she wasn't going to take any more lessons, I told her to start looking for a better bike. Just like riding, having the correct equipment that fits is key. She spent some time looking at bikes online, checking components and comparing models. When she got home on Friday, she mentioned that there was a bike on sale at a nearby bike shop, so I immediately drove us over.

Diamondback. 15.5" frame. Disc brakes. Shimano components.
27.5" wheels.

While we were in the bike shop, J was talking about how she was happy that the tires were a smaller size than those on T's bike (she had tried T's bike and it was too big for her) and she hoped she could handle them on trail. When we got it home, it was the exact same height as T's. I laughed. Course, T's is 18" frame and J's has upgraded components. Kind of sad when the kid finally get bigger than you. He's got maybe a quarter inch before he is taller than me. Both of them, however, are very pleased with their choices.

J named her new steed Coyote. We had to do a trail ride today to see how it went.


We went to Spring Gulch Equestrian Center (E and Grace - Ashke's girlfriend - were there competing) and discovered a ton of horse trailers, horses and spectators for the eventing event going on. We turned and parked by the gate, away from the other riders. The man who was telling everyone where to go and where to park and when their time was walked over. I told him we were just parking there so we could ride the East West Regional Trail. He waved in agreement and went back to his chair.


You can't really see it but the foothills are reddish with autumn bushes. We rarely have a long autumn here. It has a tendency to go from really warm (upper 80s) to cold (upper 40s) in a week. This year, we have had a month or more of warm temps in the 70s with overnight lows in the low 40s. Today was perfect weather for riding this trail and the cloud cover provided enough shade that we didn't get overly hot. The only real issue is crossing Highland Ranch Parkway at Sante Fe. Still pretty freaking scary.


J liked her new bike a lot. She was showing us how she could swing her entire body to one side while tilting the bike the other and the bike tires would hold them upright. N was pretty impressed. J is really so much more at home on the bike. And she seems very pleased with her choices. She has 30 days to try out the bike and if she doesn't like it she can return it to the shop. I'm thinking we are going to keep it.


J rode the entire ride, except when she stopped to wait and film us riding up to her. The bike gears down really easily and although it is a little heavy, the tires and brakes made up for it. She almost dumped herself twice with the disc brakes. 


 The kimberwick did not work as effectively as I wished. Ashke disregarded it at will.



It didn't take much time to get to the place where we turned around last time. I have an insatiable need to see what is just up over the hill.

Very nice singletrack but a little wider than that trail.

We cantered some pretty technical trail, with dips and ups and downs. Ashke did awesome. So did Cali.

That medievel bridle looks pretty awesome on him. 

The trail follows the contours of the land, rising and falling in winding, gentle loops. J bombed down the downhills and biked up the uphills. We walked down the downhills and raced up the uphills.

I wish you could see it, but J was flying down this track and is a little speck out in the meadow below.

The track goes on like this for twenty miles.

J said this was the best trail of all.
I'm thinking Coyote made all the difference.

Stopped for lunch.

Everyone got lunch. Ashke ate half my sandwich. Little beggar. 

 We went ahead about another mile and then turned back. J didn't want to over do it on her first ride.


I live in great country.


The horses were still pretty motivated to canter on the way home.


N and I even had some nice cantering movements while we were riding side-by-side.


Making our way home.


About a mile from the trailer, J got her first goathead (sticker with three prongs) and ended up with a flat front tire, so she hand-walked Coyote back to the truck. 

N and I left the trail and headed toward the neighborhood. We crossed the road in the suburb, rather than at the intersection. It was easier and we didn't have to get off. Although the idiot woman who almost didn't stop gave me a heart stripe.

 Our top speed was going uphill toward J and I was encouraging him to really run. Might be part of the reason we looked like a runaway race horse in that second video.



Thursday, October 9, 2014

Birthday Bling

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear meeeeeee, Happy Birthday to me.

On Monday I turn older than dirt. Ok, maybe not that old, but at least one day older. There was only one thing on my wish list: a Bling bridle to match my breast collar from Two Horse Tack.

Here is Ashke sporting the breast collar, bright blue with dark blue bling. Biothane, which I'm beginning to like a lot, since cleaning it means hosing it down and I am all about the efficiency.

So, I told J what I wanted and that we had the money to order it. She said, "get it up on the website with everything you want and I will push the button." I did just that, picking out a matching bridle and bling reins, then handed her the computer so she could push the complete order button. That's how we roll.

It was dropped off at my work about lunch. I really should have waited until I got home and opened it in front of my family, but I have zero patience, so I opened it at work. It is beautiful.

 Then I texted J a pic and asked if I could take it to the barn. She said yes, because she loves me.


I think it looks pretty freaking awesome and it fits very well. I think the fit will continue to get better as the biothane breaks in and softens just a touch.


 Ashke wasn't sure about it being in the middle of his face. When I first asked him to walk forward with me on his back, he took big hesitant steps like he was trying to step over the straps he could see.


 I ordered it in the Arab size with the longer roper reins. I still need to tweak the browband a bit, which I did a little of in the arena which tightened the straps across his face. But I might need to do a little more.


 The nose strap is very loose and I could most of my hand in it. The throat latch is a little tight, but I think once it softens, that too will not be an issue.


I think it looks pretty darn gorgeous on him. He was admiring himself in the mirror in the indoor while we were riding tonight.

Saiph - do you see what I mean about the chin strap dangle being super long?

Now we just need a parade or something fancy to do . . . .


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Contact



Last winter I spent ten lessons doing dressage. My intention from the very beginning was not to show in a dressage show, but to use some of the training techniques to help shape and rehab Ashke's right hind leg. The ultimate goal of dressage is to develop a horse to its ability as an athlete: maximum performance with minimum effort. My stated desire was to get Ashke to canter in balance with me. That was the gait I was struggling with the most and the one that he needed the most help with from a rehab perspective

See, at the point that Ashke injured his right hamstring, we began compensating for his injury by "hopping" his hind legs together at the canter, kind of the way a rabbit will. To the right this results in a rough, fast, almost awkward movement and to the left it results in either a cross canter or a hopping of the hind legs together. One of the best things we've done this summer is canter on trail on the straight away, since cantering on a circle seems to put added pressure and stress on his hips.

The second thing I needed to work on last winter was getting Ashke to really listen to my requests to slow down when cantering. He had a tendency to run away with me at the canter, especially if there were other horses involved, which happened more than once, both in the arena and on trail. A runaway horse that is refusing to listen to bit or seat is a danger to everyone around. These two things were my focus.

Let me reiterate something here: I have no desire to compete in dressage in a schooling show or otherwise. My only desire, as far as dressage goes, is to do that as part of my test for Working Equitation. The expectations are different, even if the training that goes into them is similar. The dressage arena is a different size and the tests are different.

The first thing I did when starting dressage lessons was to buy a dressage bridle with a noseband, which my trainer tightened down around Ashke's nose. Let's think about this for a moment. We put a bit in our horse's mouth and then we tie their mouths closed around that bit. We call this "preventing your horse from evading the bit".  Sometimes, we also run a band from the top of the nose around the horse's mouth, holding the bit in place, and then down under the chin. I didn't do the flash, even though the bridle came with one, since I was already having issues with the band around his nose. (This is more commentary about the types of bridles we use and the devices we utilize, then commentary on the trainer. By the end of last winter, I really didn't like the noseband at all.)


This was us last winter. Can I say that my horse was incredibly forgiving and incredibly horrified at being ridden this way?


He got more accepting of both contact and the bit, but he hated it.
I never really blogged about why we stopped doing dressage with a trainer. I think it's important to distinguish between "dressage" for competition and dressage techniques for strength, conditioning, balance and ability. My trainer was focused on the first, while I was focused on the latter. As the lessons went on, and we worked on the homework we were given, Ashke's physical ability began to change. He definitely got stronger and more balanced. However, he and I became locked in a physical struggle that became more and more apparent. I finished numerous rides last winter in tears, fighting with my horse, which was the exact opposite of what true dressage is supposed to be about. At the same time, my trainer was urging me to do a schooling show in dressage. She was teaching to the test and that was what our lessons were about.

One of my goals (like the most important one) was to get Ashke really going at the canter. We had had so many issues with runaways, stiff legs and cross-cantering, that I was beginning to get scared to try. The lessons were supposed to help with that, but they never seemed to be focused on helping me achieve that goal. It may be that the trainer saw other riding flaws that she wanted to correct, however, even when she rode him the effect was limited. By the end of February, we were cantering and he was being asked to go in a frame, which made him land heavy on his forehand.
Now, I get this is how she makes her living and having students go to shows and perform is the way in which she becomes known in the dressage world. However, we went into the training lessons with my goals clearly defined, including my focus on doing dressage for Working Equitation. I provided her with the dressage tests for WE, I stated on more than one occasion what we were working toward, but her focus was on the dressage tests for the dressage shows in our area during the spring, summer and fall season. I finally got to the point where my heart was breaking. What we were doing had nothing to do with increasing my relationship with my horse. Riding the way I was being asked was leaving me in physical pain (my arms and shoulders would hurt so bad after a ride that I could barely lift them from trying to hold him in a frame) and emotional turmoil. I hated what it was doing to Ashke and I. I told her I was done, that we weren't going to take any more lessons and I was going to go a different direction.

The first thing I did was take off the noseband and get a new bit. I knew, based on our runaways, that I had to have something that would give me the ability to stop him if I had to. So, we went to the Myler Level 2 low port 5" shank. It did exactly what I needed it to do. It was a bit that he would respond to and a bit that would allow me to hold him or slow him when I needed. The second thing I did was stop trying to force him into a frame and instead just get him to move forward at a canter when I asked.

The work over the winter had solidified our trot and walk, both of which are easy for me to ride, but our canter still was a work in progress. I guess in some ways it was lucky that the saddle I was riding in really wasn't fitting his back, since it gave me some time to hang out with my horse and reestablish our connection before going back into more focused training. It was also good timing that the weather began to break, we bought our own trailer, and J and I started to explore trails in our area. It got Ashke and I out of the arena, out of our struggle and into some wide open, new to us, areas to ride.
 Getting him to move forward, as long as I wasn't stifling that tendency with braced arms and tight reins, was easy. This is a horse that likes to go. I also think that the intermittant cantering we were able to do on the trail really helped both of us find our center of balance and for Ashke to realize that I have no issue with cantering as long as he is willing to listen. Asking him to canter for a long time would result in cross-cantering and a ragged canter, so the intermittent canter on trail was perfect. It didn't take long before we were cantering at will on trail.


 What we've discovered, Ashke and I, is that he likes to go with his head a bit higher than any real dressage competitor would like. The picture above (we were trying our first flying lead change under Nuno Matos' eye) is about where he is happiest. His center of balance is shifted back and he can get his haunches up under him, something we absolutely could not do when his head was as low as his chest. Working Eq requires that the horse to move freely but be responsive. We can do that without his head in his chest. And he is much happier to do so.

 We've been working on finding a place where I have enough contact to give direction and support (in case of a trip or for balance) but not so much that he comes too far forward on his forehand. He is so much happier, which is what this really is about for me: both of us happy - neither of us hurt.

He has such a big stride when he is allowed to use his head to help him balance. Each ride has put us one step closer to the answer.

Last night I rode in the indoor by myself. We started at a walk and then moved to the trot. After he was warm and loose, we worked on the canter. We started to the right and as we went he was rough, bouncy and stiff almost. I kept him at the canter and worked to bring him into even a little bit of a frame to see if we could find our balance. That made him more bouncy. I looked up and watched us briefly in the mirror. There was no relaxation there and my attempts to ask him to relax weren't working. I turned him to the left, relaxed my hands and let him have a bit more rein. He gave me a very relaxed canter that was balanced and strong. We turned around and headed the other way. Again, I relaxed my request for contact and just let him canter. He was a much happier horse.

I am more interested in a horse I can spend a ton of time with, either on trail or working over obstacles, to the point that I am not interested in pursuing training techniques that are going to make our relationship less than what I want. See, I'm not interested in ribbons or prizes. I want a special kind of relationship with my horse. I don't want to ride any other horses, and I don't want anyone else to ride him. I want to get to the point where I can think of something and he reacts. I want to be able to ride for 10 or 12 hours and still love it and him. I want him to enjoy his work, because I think horses have emotions and emotional reactions to the things that happen in their lives. I think Ashke has an opinion, and although I get to ultimately decide what is going to happen, I want him to have a say in what we do. I want to learn as much from him as he has to teach and I want him to learn as much from me as we can do. I don't want to have to tie his mouth shut, or his head down, or use spurs to get him to do what I am asking him to do.

Being his other half is so much more important to me.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Sunday Stuff

So, the Working Equitation arena I had started setting up has been dismantled, so today I went out and gathered up all of the items I had purchased with my money and moved them to my trailer. I found seven of eight cones but only three of eight poles. Then, feeling energetic, I went through my tack trunk and moved all of the stuff I don't use to the trailer, leaving two BOT blankets for use with my saddle. Everything else extraneous went into the trailer. Now, my tack trunk is clean and organized with all of my stuff inside. So far, I have lost (as in misplaced or borrowed and not returned) two of the Jr Ultimate hoof picks in blue and if my tack box is inside my tack trunk, then no one is to blame for it being missing except me. That, and my little pile of mess looks much better. I did place them in my trailer in a neat manner, so the trailer is still neat, and overall I am happy with my organization skills.


By the time I was done with that N had shown up and suggested we let our horses run. When I rode on Friday night, Ashke was really stiff to the right and wanted to argue with me on circling at the canter. He wasn't lame at the walk or trot and didn't feel lame at the canter, just stiff. Back in the cross-ties I went over his right hind, thinking he was feeling the change in weather, but instead I found a large muscle knot on the right hind, about a foot above the hock. It felt like a charley horse and my guess is he was messing with Cali in turnout and caught a hoof in the muscle there. I treated it on Friday with Sore No More and figured if I let him loose with Cali I could see if it was bothering him at liberty. I had N feel the knot before we went out and she agreed it was most likely from them messing around.


As you can see, it didn't seem to bother him at liberty and since they continued to gallop up and down the arena even after I turned the video off, I think they were both feeling a little fresh. When I took Ashke back into the barn, the knot was almost completely gone, so the exercise seemed to help him work it out.

N scheduled a lesson with Michelle while the ponies were running, so she opted to hang out and watch us ride, instead of riding. I made her video tape us.


Already, I can feel a difference in our canter. It's not even officially winter yet. I can't wait to see what kind of progress we make over the next five months.


And to the right. The little punk kept breaking his canter as he went past the pile of jumps. I stopped and walked him over to inspect them. He really wasn't spooky, he was just being a punk. 


And again to the right.

After our canter, N pulled out a pole and worked with our sidepass at speed. I cantered Ashke in a circle up to the pole, we stopped, sidepassed over it and then cantered off again. N tried to video it, but my phone had a different opinion and videoed her pocket instead.  I thought Ashke did that pattern really well and look forward to continuing to practice it going forward. We really need to achieve a one step transition from walk to canter in order to do Level 2 in Working Eq next year. 

I was happy and Ashke was warm but not sweaty (our winter fuzz came in this week) so I figured we could be done. I put him away with a small feed of TC Senior and about three pounds of carrots and left him slurping happily. 

Cali left me window art on her way to the barn. N may be buying a watercolor set to see what kind of pictures she could create.

 Right across the road from my place I saw this on my drive home. I turned around to double check.


It was a strong, independent, feminist, Wild Turkey.
(They are very scarce in Colorado and I have never seen one before.)

The rest of this post is specifically for Saiph, but anyone who is interested can peruse my hoofs. His last trim was five weeks ago. What do you think?

Left front. 

 Right Front

Left hind

Right hind.


Saturday, October 4, 2014

Frontier League

I found a new place to ride. It's way too bad it's a 2 hour drive over Berthod pass, because I so want to try it.

T had a race today. Probably the last race of his freshman year. If that's the case, he is planning on taking off a week and then starting his practice runs three times a week. We tested him running with Lily and she did awesome, so going forward, he will run with her for his training. Well, unless he is running inside.

The race was at Snow Mountain Ranch, a YMCA camp about a half hour from Winter Park. It's set in beautiful country and I would love to be able to ride all of the trails associated with the camp. It is also very hilly and at 8900 feet. This was the most aggressive race course T has ran on.


And yes, I was that parent.


He finished strong, even with the course ending on an uphill (what kind of sadist ends a 5 k on an uphill?). There was one climb that had even the varsity guys slowing down to walk part of it. T said he ran the whole course. He looked comfortable and still had gas in the tank at the end. I can't wait to see what he can do with a full year of prep runs under his belt.

 We took Lily with us for socialization and to keep her from barking at her sister all day. 
She was awesome, but spent most of the time shivering with excitement/dread. So hard to tell with these dogs. She was as exhausted as the boy was.


 Car ride home

 Lily too.
And me. Altitude really hits me hard.



Wednesday, October 1, 2014

WW: First Ride

 
My Mother on the left. 6 -7 months pregnant with me.
Her first time on a horse that wasn't attached to a pole and walking in a circle.

My first ride.