Rushcreek Aurora in chilly Nebraska :-) <3
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
We got a couple of inches of rain early last week, and overnight horses and property were transformed from endlessly dusty to mucky, sloppy, winter. I didn't believe the rain's enthusiasm and ended up soaked through a couple of times, wearing inadequate outdoor gear at feeding time. Desire either rolled or lay down in the rain one night and she and her faithful Schneider's blanket were soggy, bedraggled messes come mornin, with more rain forecast. Fortunately N's TacknShare had loaned me a really handsome purple turnout that fit really well and kept her snug and dry until the storm passed.
Scrapper in his new sstack.com blanket after 3 days of storm--great blanket!
Sheza is growing, growing, growing. She channeled her psychotic winter alter ego for the storm, going quivery and snorty and bucky for the duration of the rain, but at least deigning to pause in her spazzing to greet me at meals. She didn't try to involve me in her slip slidey shenanigans either, which is an improvement. Last fall and winter she was pretty well a wackadoo for any and all storms, and not very polite to handle. I guess what I'm saying is that I see maturity and growth in her style of spazzing this time around...
There was a lot of this going on during the rain, and the few days of screaming cold winds afterward.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Non-Arab Hot Rod
This past Saturday I met buddy J and her steeds in Wheatland and we parked out at by the Camp Far West ride site to cruise the trails out there. These are some of the trails also to be used on Gold Rush Shuffle at the end of this month. It's the perfect time of year to be out there and it was a blast to get to ride J's Mustang mare, Sedona. I have owned and ridden one Mustang in my time and it wasn't anything like Sedona. Actually, for that matter, J owned the same other Mustang after me and can vouch for his lazy, herd-bound disinterest in human cooperation. Of course that's one individual and doesn't reflect the breed, but that was my previous experience so it was great to get to ride a *fun* Mustang!
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Scrappy looks for more Asian Pears, but I shook the last one down for him today
Scrappy has built some muscle
Just in case you hadn't seen my 8 yr old next to my 2 1/2 yr old recently...Ermmm...starting to braid my future rope mounting ladder now. I'll clamber up there somehow ;-)
Not only Arabians have fun! Dashing mini Dachshunds
Saturday, November 9, 2013
The Devil on His Shoulder or: Gold Rush Shuffle Pre-ride
Yesterday Scrappy and I hauled an hour south to meet N and Willow at the Gold Rush Shuffle ride site. It was a recon mission just intended to familiarize N with the driving route and ride site area, and refresh it in my own mind since I hadn't been in about a year. Camp Far West Lake is in a sadly shrunken state but still present, and the weather was absolutely gorgeous. Two other horse trailers pulled in after us but otherwise all was empty and silent. It was totally refreshing to be riding at a different lake and seeing some different sights.
Stay, horse. He does, mostly, and sometimes so well that I forget he isn't tied!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Startling the old hound
Monday, November 4, 2013
Screaming wind gusts at the lake today, but gorgeous perfect weather otherwise and no one else on the trails. A well paced 15 miles and back home in no time, I do like the light coming earlier but it sure seems wrong that it's now 4:30 pm and nearly sunset..anyway.
Scrappy does so wonderfully alone and I experimented with my tack a bit, figuring out to strap spare boots on the back of my saddle out of my way with no flopping. After watching it for a while, and ruminating on the partial self correcting value of it, I removed my rein clips so they weren't swinging wildly off the bitless bridle rings and smacking Scrappy in the face, attaching the reins directly the rings without the scissor clip. It took a lot of the swing out of the reins and Scrappy stopped raising his head in avoidance of it. I ride with pretty loose reins, obviously, as Scrappy prefers, so find myself still dialing in the tack for optimum slow paced, loose reined bitless comfort, haha.
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