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Trail Riding is Now Our Thing

7/3/2019

If I had to write a sale ad for Izzy this week, I might start off with Awesome trail horse, goes where you point him. No, I am not kidding.

As before, I met up on Saturday with my friend Marci at her house along with her Arab gelding Gem. As we first walked out, Izzy wanted to be a giraffe, but that really only lasted a few minutes. Once we were actually out on the trail, he was relaxed and happy no matter which direction we went.

Look how light his coat has gotten! I am saying that like it's a good thing.

For this outing, we decided to ride the trails that lie north of the river. Since Gem is now working at more of an endurance pace, which means a lot more trotting, I told Marci that we were good trotting the wider, level trails. I didn't want Gem to get too frustrated at having to wait for his much slower friend.

Gem already has a really efficient, ground-covering trot. Izzy doesn't. He had to work really hard to stay balanced without running on his forehand. When Gem would start to put some distance between us, Izzy would try to quicken his pace but hollow his back. Instead of doing that, I half halted to remind him to sit on his hind end, and then I asked him to push forward. We did some fairly long trot sets so Izzy got some excellent practice at lengthening his stride and using his back more effectively.

Marci on Gem

Izzy was foot perfect on the trails. Hard packed or sandy, he picked up his feet and was careful where he put them. We took a trail that was quite overgrown with low hanging branches, not a problem for shorter Gem, but definitely a problem for my big brown horse. I slid off the side and led Izzy under the limbs. Even though he had to duck, he never batted an eye. And when I finally found a small berm tall enough to use as a mounting block, Izzy stood patiently while I hopped back up in the saddle.

Izzy is also just as happy to lead.

There was only one area where Izzy tried to exit stage right. As we passed through Rancho Rio, a neighboring stable, he gave an emphatic heck no! at the hissing, grinding pump that resides in the middle of the road. Having ridden other horses past, I should have remembered that it's a bit of a bug -a-boo for most horses the first few times they pass by, especially since it starts and stops intermittently.

I don't mind if my horses want to stop and do a safety check. I get it, stuff is scary. Whirling and slamming on the breaks exceeds what I call a safety check though. It also says that my horse has no confidence in my decision-making skills. I started carrying a long thin rope as a "whacker" for moments just like these. I grabbed the line and popped Izzy behind my leg until he shot past the offensive pump.

Stopping and checking in with me is allowed. Taking matters into your hands is not. When we passed by it later, I was quite pleased that he didn't even look at it. It might have helped that it was being quiet, but whatever, I'll take the win.

Everyone we meet on the trail comments on his size. He's averaged-size for a dressage horse, but he stands out a bit on the trail.

Other than that one moment, Izzy was quite the confident trail pony. we crossed the weir again, this time with him in the lead. He was tense, but he did it without too much urging. The bicycle bridges have also been a bit scary, but he crossed those again as well without issue. The second time, he even led.

My friend Marci has been an amazing resource. Even though she and Gem are now working at a beginning endurance pace, she's been willing to slow it down so that Izzy and I can join her. At least occasionally.

He's pretty handsome when he's behaving.

If we never get to show, at least I know Izzy can always be a trail horse. And we all know that doing different things with our horses gives them broader experience and challenges their minds and bodies in new and often refreshing ways.

And besides that, I think he actually enjoys going out on the trail!

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Technical Trail Riding

6/10/2019

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Well, not like Tevis technical, but it was the most challenging trail that Izzy has seen. On Saturday, Izzy and I met up yet again with my longtime endurance partner Marci and her Arabian gelding Gem. And this time, I was able to get some photos!

The view from between this horse's ears is always a good one!

Since last riding with Marci, she has started developing Gem's trot. An endurance trot and a dressage trot are two very different things. To be able to trot for 10 or more hours, an endurance horse learns to carry himself in a much longer frame with free use of his head and neck. It takes a different kind of balance to be steady on your feet while carrying a quarter of your body weight over uneven and ever-changing terrain.

Marci aboard Gem.

It also takes a long time to build up the kind of muscle that can handle that workload. Endurance horses need bone and soft tissue that are like iron. Their legs and feet need to be conditioned enough to withstand the constant torque put on their joints and tendons. It's not just about cardio fitness. The longer you spend slowly building up your horse's systems - cardio, bone, and soft tissue, the better prepared he'll be to withstand injury and fatigue.

Cruising up the bluff trail.

Gem is in the early stages of his training. Endurance riders call it long, slow distance. It starts with a lot of walking over varied terrain for longer and longer rides. Little by little the rider starts asking for more speed by introducing trotting and later cantering. Marci plans to spend 6 months legging Gem up for his first endurance ride which will be later this fall. By then, his cardio fitness will be well developed as well.

It's hard to see in this photo, but the trail drops steeply down into a narrow gully. The footing is slippery, and the trail crosses over some slick pipes. I grabbed mane and closed my eyes on the way back up.

Luckily for me, Izzy is well conditioned and able to keep pace with Gem during the early phase of his endurance training. Eventually, Gem will need to do far more trotting than Izzy will need. But for now, they're a good match. Both horses are learning where to put their feet when the trail is more technical and how to deal with scary obstacles.

The Kern River

I couldn't have been more pleased with Izzy over the two and a quarter hours we were on the trail. He started the ride a little above the bit, but within 15 minutes he was walking with a low slung neck and droopy ears. The last few times he's been out, he has insisted on leading. For this ride, he was quite happy to look at Gem's butt. It was almost as though he's realized that the lead horse has to do all the work.

From mid-way up the bluffs looking down onto the canal and farther away, the Kern River.

With Gem finally sporting steel shoes, we were able to tackle some new parts of the trail. As before, we rode up the bluff trail, but instead of doubling back, we continued along the top of the bluffs and dropped back down to the river bottom via a narrow gorge with fetlock-twisting rocks and ruts carved by this winter's heavy rains. Izzy tried to just rest on Gem's "laurels," but when I asked for a small half halt, he realized I needed his attention to be on his feet and where he was putting them. From then on, he kept a respectful distance and never took a misstep.

Pausing to check out how swiftly the river is flowing.

With Izzy being so relaxed on the trail and Gem needing to start toughening his own legs, we took the opportunity to do some trotting where the footing was flat and level. Izzy picked up the most lovely trot, carrying his own head and neck without balancing on my hands. Every once in a while I asked for a bit of lateral flexion to remind him to rebalance himself, but for the most part, he did the work all on his own.

Izzy took a long drink.

We plodded through spots with deeper sand, stepped over fallen logs, squeezed though overgrown brush, and again crossed the bicycle bridges. Izzy took some urging when he was in the lead, but for a later crossing of a different bridge, he followed Gem without missing a beat.

The weir as seen from upriver.

Late in the ride, we crossed over the weir, one of the many low dams built across the Kern River to regulate and redirect its flow into irrigation canals. We crossed it only for the experience. When we reached the other side, we rode up to the dirt road and then turned around to recross it. The noise of the rushing water is what is so scary for most horses. You'll notice that Izzy hardly bat an eye. Here's a quick video.

I've never doubted that trail riding is good for our horses, but the first summer I tackled it with Izzy, it was just too stressful for him. Even with trail riding twice a week one summer, he found no relaxation or joy in being out of the arena. This summer, he is showing a much greater sense of relaxation and enjoyment. And it's finally paying off in our dressage work. Izzy is much more willing to carry himself without leaning on my hands, and he is much less reactive to the "make-believe" stuff.

I only hope Gem doesn't develop his endurance legs too quickly. I need him to be a bit of a slow poke for the rest of the summer. Happy trails!

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More Dressage on the Trail

5/28/2019

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As hoped, Izzy and I hit the trail on Saturday with my friend Marci and her Arabian gelding Gem. I am over the moon happy with how much progress Izzy has made over the past few weeks. Just one month ago, I told my husband that I had had it with Izzy and that he was officially for sale. I just couldn't get through to him. We had great days, great months even, but then the jackassery would begin anew.

No longer for sale.

In desperation, I had a clandestine lesson in April with a trainer who I knew would be honest with me. I needed someone who had no personal relationship with me to critically evaluate my riding. I needed to know if I was the right rider for Izzy. Since that lesson, everything about our relationship has changed. A few things clicked into place giving me some new strategies for deescalating Izzy's tension.

Hanging out in Marci's yard.

One thing that Sean Cunningham, the trainer with whom I met, observed was that under saddle, Izzy wasn't really looking to me for security or guidance. While there are a lot of ways to gain your horse's trust, it happens best for me on the trail. With Sean's words fresh in my mind, I took Izzy to Summer Lane Farm's annual trail ride in early May. The next weekend I met up with Marci and Gem for a trail ride along the river bottom. And when Sunday's show got cancelled, I hastily emailed Marci and asked if she had plans for Saturday. Izzy has done more traveling in a month than he has over the past two years. I think I've been a little remiss.

Watching Marci's pastured horses.

We didn't take pictures, so it's hard to show you the kind of trail we rode, but it presented both of our horses with plenty of challenges. To my utter delight, Izzy tackled them like a seasoned pro. We started out by climbing the bluffs which look just like you would imagine - a mostly vertical wall with trails carved along its face.

When green horses are first asked to go downhill, they often lean forward, threatening to go ass over tea kettle. When we turned around to head back to the river bottom, I prepared for the ubiquitous nose dive that was sure to come. Instead, Izzy rocked back on his haunches, got light on his front end, and carefully picked his way down to level ground. I am not going to lie, my jaw might have hit the ground in total surprise. Who was this horse and where has he been hiding?

Soon to be a rockstar!

We rode for a solid two hours climbing whoop-dee-dos, stepping over logs, squeezing through narrow channels, crossing the bike bridges (again), and even splashing in the Kern River. Izzy never jigged, choosing instead to plod along (mostly) willing to go where I pointed him.

The only "issue" he had was staying focused on such a busy day. The trails were filled with hikers, runners, other horses, cyclists, and dogs. HIs head was on a swivel. I insisted he keep his poll loose though. That was the purpose of these trail rides: learning to stay relaxed even when things are distracting.

With school ending on Friday, I'll have a lot more free time to do more away-from-home things. On the agenda are more Saturday rides with Marci, at least one more lesson with STC Dressage, and maybe even another trail ride back at Summer Lane Farm. While my main goal for the summer is to get my Bronze Medal with Speedy, getting Izzy to a show is also on the list.

All we can do is try!

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More Trail Riding

5/13/2019

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My friend Marci and I have spent many, MANY hours on the trail together. She was my second endurance partner, and the one I rode with the longest. We traveled all over California and even into Nevada doing endurance rides. Together, we completed grueling 100-milers, cruised the deserts of southern California, and even conquered valleys carved by glaciers in the Sierra Nevada. We rode together for 16 years. I recently asked her how many endurance miles she has now. Her answer? Over 21,000. She's in the top 50 of all endurance riders for total miles ridden. She knows her stuff.

Me on the left riding Montoya DSA and Marci on the right riding FM Torch.

We met up at the Summer Lane Farm trail ride the weekend before last where she brought her brand new horse - she'd only had him a few days. When I realized that her more seasoned horses were all getting some time off, I quickly asked if she'd like a trail buddy for Gem, her new horse. We joked that the pair of Gem and Izzy would be like the blind leading the blind, but neither of us was willing to pass up having a buddy.

Marci on Gem at Summerlane Farm's trail ride.

She sent me an email during the week and asked if I would be game for a trail ride over the weekend. I immediately replied with a heck yeah! I am 100% committed to getting Izzy out and about this summer; he's ready. Having a friend out there on the trail, even one as green as Gem, is still better than heading out alone.

Hanging out in Marci's yard.

Riding with a pro like Marci makes bringing along an insecure horse so much easier. Like me, nothing phases Marci on the trail other than outright rudeness. We follow the same trail courtesy: no one trots or canters off until everyone is ready, everyone waits at water until each horse has had his fill, horses who prefer the front take the lead, and everyone waits until each horse has navigated the obstacle safely.

Over the years, we've ridden so many miles together that Saturday's ride was filled with giggles and outright laughter as each horse took his turn worrying about one thing or the other. Gem wasn't thrilled with the muddy puddles while Izzy plodded on through. Izzy wasn't excited with the human contraptions lying around the busy equestrian center we rode though. Gem didn't bat an eye.

Rancho Rio was having a family style barrel racing event that we decided to crash. It was an excellent opportunity to give both boys a look at a "show," or in Gem's case, an "endurance base camp." Marci jokingly called us Mutt and Jeff. Izzy towers over Arabian-sized Gem. With Marci on her Arab in her endurance tack and me in my dressage tack on the monster-sized Izzy, we got more than a few comments and questions. How tall is he? was the most common one.

Alert, but not anxious.

Izzy had another really great experience. Besides the barrel race, we asked the horses to walk through narrow single track trail closed in with dense brush. We also rode by the canal's weir where water was rushing past. We plodded over the narrow bike bridges made of steel and concrete that echo and vibrate as the horses move across them. We rode alongside the canal and even asked them to step over logs. This is the kind of stuff that turns an insecure horse into one brimming with confidence.

Confident yet?

It just might take a few more rides. Or years. Or however long. It's worth it though. You can bet we'll be doing more rides with Gem and Marci.

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Bareback Dressage

5/9/2019

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There are some days when it takes everything that I have to climb up in the saddle. I know I am not unique in that feeling. Working full time while keeping two horses fit can be a real challenge. For the past two afternoons I've had parent and staff meetings that kept me at work an extra 45 minutes. On top of that, I had to run and pick up my team's t-shirts for tomorrow's Battle of the Books. With all of that, I didn't even make it to the barn until long after I've normally saddled.

He's nearly finished shedding. You can almost see the shine on his shoulder.

Instead of saddling, I decided to forego the leather and ride in a halter. My plan was to just get Speedy out for his mental health. While he has 12 hours of turnout, he really enjoys his job and gets anxious when he feels ignored.

I decided to mosey around the neighborhood loop which takes about a half an hour. If I add every nook and cranny, I can get closer to an hour. I didn't really have the time or energy for that, so I opted for the shorter loop.

This view always makes me smile.

Speedy had other plans though. As we passed the Haner Family Farm's gobbling turkeys, honking geese, and barking dogs, Speedy flung his tail over and his back and grew ten inches. We made it past, but as we approached the little drop down to the next road, it's actually pretty steep, a backhoe on the next property dropped its load. I hopped off. Even I have enough sense not to bareback it down a steep hill onto a road when my horse has just grown pogo sticks for legs.

I led him down the hill and turned him toward the backhoe which kept doing its job. I let him look at while his brain slid back into place. When Speedy's blood gets boiling though, it takes him quite a while to cool off. I didn't really want to walk home, so I pushed him into a ditch and hopped back on - 42 pounds ago, I wouldn't have been to do that, so go me.

Before he grew pogo sticks for legs.

Speedy pranced and jigged and sassed his bad boy self the rest of the way home. While he was a bit naughty, it's just his way of showing off. Some day I'll miss those spicy rides, but since he had so much energy, I decided to use it. Instead of walking back to the tack room, I turned toward the arena instead.

For a long time, Speedy refused to trot or canter when I rode bareback. I was positive that he was unsure of my ability to stay balanced on his back. Eventually, my seat got better, and I could coax a trot from him. It's been quite a while since I've asked him to do anything but walk bareback, so I wasn't sure what I would get.

Since he was tight and bouncy, I decided to work on the leg yield across the diagonal. When those went well, I changed the bend and asked for the half pass across the diagonal. If you can ride your horse bareback, I strongly recommend both of those movements for showing you where your balance lies and how (in)effective your aids might be. It took a few kicks with my MUDS (I hadn't even worn proper boots!), but I actually got a half pass while bareback in a halter. Not too shabby.

He always makes me smile.

Then I decided to push it a little further and work on some simple changes. His patience had grown a bit thin by then, but that's when I can get some of Speedy's best work. When his emotions run higher, he gets even more determined. Since his canter was so collected, I bent him through the corner and asked for a canter half pass. The first few efforts were anything but a half pass, but eventually, he gave up the fight and gave me some strides that were correct.

What started out as a quick hack around the neighborhood bareback in a halter turned into a full dressage school. So much for short on time and energy. Where there's a will, there's usually a way.

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A Group Outing

5/6/2019

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Oh, man oh man, am I ever excited! Over the weekend, I finally got tired of making excuses for Izzy and decided to take him to Summerlane Farm's annual trail ride. It's about time he starts earning his keep.

Izzy and I are in the center, behind everyone else. PC Gordon Walter

With Speedy being such a complete rock star, it's hard to justify taking a horse with questionable brakes and unreliable deportment on a group trail ride. I never want to be that rider, the one who causes the wreck or forces everyone to scatter in fear for their lives. So whenever one of these events comes around, I always chicken out and leave Izzy at home. Not this time!

Is that MY horse? Look at him! He's a total beefcake! PC Carol Walter

I pulled into Summerlane Farm just after a few other riders had unloaded their horses. I parked close enough that Izzy could see them, but not close enough that he would start to feel attached to any of them. I backed him off the trailer and let him get a good eyeful. I was tempted to walk him around, but knowing him like I do, I knew that would just give him a reason to over-react. Instead, I hung a hay net, filled a bucket of water, and told him to just chill out.

Chillin' out as instructed.

On the drive out to Summerlane Farm, I waffled between feeling supremely optimistic (our lesson with STC Dressage a few weeks before had shown me that Izzy can handle being off property) and prepared for the worst. And then, I decided that I have prepared this horse really, really well so there was no reason to expect anything less than a well-behaved equine citizen. That's exactly what I got.

That's us on the far left.

There were eight of us in total, everyone else on an Arab or Arab cross. These are Speedy's friends after all. Izzy looked like quite the tank out amongst his more diminutive cousins, but no one held his size against him. There were a few times that he crowded against someone, but no one took it personally. And when someone ran into him, I laughed and explained that barging into him is like trying to dent a tank; no harm done.

I had so much fun! Can you tell?

Summerlane Farm is situated just outside of town in the orange groves. There are miles and miles of wide dirt roads, perfect for green beans and horses with little trail experience. Izzy started out a bit tense, jigging his way behind the crowd. But since the trail is my true home, I let my legs drape loosely as I flexed him from side to side, insisting that he unlock his poll. Once I realized that he preferred to be near the front, his back lengthened, and he happily fell into a marching walk.

Happy to stand and let me snap photos.

For two hours we made our way up and down hills, past water tanks, mounds of fertilizer, bee boxes, and even the massively loud (and really weird) machine that saws off the tops of the trees. You can see one here in action. While Izzy gave a few things the hairy eyeball, which strangely did not include the tree chopping thing, he basically just motored right along. After about 45 minutes, he gave a huge sigh, and from that point on, I rode him on the buckle.

When we got back to Summerlane Farm, I hosed him off, freshened up his water, and left him to rest for the better part of two hours. This group always does a potluck lunch which is hard to walk away from. I never once worried about him. Like I said, I've prepared this horse well. When I walked back to the truck to load him up, Izzy turned to look at me as he continued chewing. As expected, he had stood patiently and completely relaxed.

I loaded him up for home as though Saturday group trail rides were his normal. When we got home, he seemed almost surprised to be back so soon.

Not for sale.

My old endurance partner just got a new horse that she rode with us. She and I have made some tentative plans to ride together over the next month or so. I remember feeling so connected to my horses after finishing an endurance ride. There is just something about the trail that gives horses confidence in both themselves and their rider.

I think Izzy and I could really use some trail rides to strengthen our relationship. Saturday is looking like a good day to do that.

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Hitting the Reset Button

10/10/2018

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Alright ... Speedy's not fired, but he's on probation.

I am of course just kidding about all that. The dude has earned the right to live out his days with me or move on to someone else. It's his choice, really. In the meantime, I decided to take Chemaine Hurtado's advice and just hit the reset button.

Yesterday, I grabbed my riding rope halter - it has rings to attach reins, and my helmet. I didn't even change into riding boots. I wore my muck boots instead. After running a brush over Speedy's back and picking out his feet, I hopped up on him bareback.

We spent the next 40 minutes walking around the neighborhood. Speedy got quite saucy when we passed the Haner Family Farm - none of the horses like walking by there, so we did a little bit of collected work as he pranced down the road.

I am not sure one ride was enough to hit his reset button, so he may get one more of those bareback with a halter rides before we go back to full work. I think we have a lesson on Friday.

Back to the grind, my friend, back to the grind.

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Where's Izzy?

9/13/2018

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The last you heard, he was a complete jackass. I am not going to say he's turned into a sweetheart - oh my God, that would be great; but no. In his defense, after that first ride with shoes, he settled right down and was actually quite a nice boy to ride.

From this summer.

I am only ever frustrated with him when he forgets that he's 10 years old instead of 3. Those are the days when we have to have a come to Jesus ride. Those involve a lot of praying - probably by both us. Since we had several very submissive rides in a row earlier this week - and it was hot as hell, I decided to take him up to the old golf course.

It's private property, but the owner doesn't seem to mind that I ride out there. He keeps it mowed and watered, but there are still places with tricky footing (gopher holes, etc.). There are some small undulating hills and a copse of trees that I like to weave him through. It gets his mind off being anxious.

From late spring.

He was a bit of jerk, but it was fun to canter out in the open over terrain that wasn't flat and smooth. Once he started focusing on where his feet were going, he seemed to enjoy himself; for a minute anyway.

Even though he was wringing wet, his own fault, I rode back to the ranch and put him to work in the arena. We did a minute or two of trot work and then picked up the canter both ways. It was almost funny. His trot and canter suddenly got very relaxed and supple. I could see him thinking, oh, thank God it's so NICE to be HERE. The arena suddenly seemed to be his happy place.

Big baby. That's okay. A win is a win.

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Endurance 101: Check Your Gear!

5/11/2018

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Oh, how quickly they forget, and when I say "they" I mean me. Endurance riders learn early on that all tack and gear must serve a very real purpose. Nothing is worn simply because it looks good. The distances traveled - 50 to 100 miles in a single day, are just too long to have unnecessary tack or gear weighing you down.

Training ride - June 2009

Last weekend, I did an hour and a half trail ride with a group of friends. As I was packing my gear into the trailer, I grabbed everything that I normally use: saddle, pad, girth, bridle, helmet, gloves, and leg boots. And that's where I made my mistake.

Fleece below the belly is a no-no.

When I untacked Speedy at the end of the ride, I groaned. His fleece boots were completely covered with embedded foxtails. That's when I remembered that endurance riders don't use fleece below the belly; no fleece on bell boots and no fleece on leg boots.

I spent a solid 30 minutes picking those little boogers out muttering under my breath the entire time.

And since I am so out of practice, I'll probably make the same rookie mistake next year!

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Spring Trail Ride

5/9/2018

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Speedy doesn't get to do much trail work anymore, neither does Izzy for that matter, so I was particularly glad to hear that Summerlane Farm was hosting their annual trail ride and potluck lunch this past Sunday.

Ranch owner drove so I got to be the passenger for once. Speedy is in the front stall.

Summerlane Farm is about a 35 minute drive from the ranch. It's situated in the middle of rolling hills covered with citrus groves, blueberry bushes, pistachio orchards, and more. There isn't a paved road for miles. It's a great place for trail riding, especially for groups.

Speedy was quite happy to have a friend.

Summerlane Farm's trail ride has been known to have as many as 20 riders or more, but this year's event was more cosy than crowded. There were seven of us on Sunday. Summerlane Farm used to breed Arabians, but they now breed and show Borzoi dogs. Even so, six of us were still on Arabs.

Lowell managed the local dressage show in March.

Lisa's a longtime endurance friend and Arab lover.

Ready to hit the trail.

Speedy was his regular good boy self for most of the ride. He stood patiently at the trailer and ate and drank with gusto. About halfway through the ride he kind of lost his marbles though; his trailer buddy was ahead of us, and he didn't want to get left behind. I think he was worried that we'd have to walk home!

We had a few come to Jesus moments, but for the most part, I took advantage of his willingness to be in front of my leg. We cantered in place, did some passage, schooled our canter to walk transitions, and leg yielded back and forth down the road.

Speedy "cam"

While he was a bit of a stinker the last 20 minutes or so, it was fun to be out in the open with friends. I know he enjoyed himself.

You try and ask a bunch of horses who are enjoying a brisk spring day to line up, hold still, and look at the camera.

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Writer & Rider

I am a lifetime rider.
I began endurance riding in 1996 where I ultimately completed five, one-day 100 mile races, the 200-mile Death Valley Encounter, and numerous other 50, 65, and 75 mile races. I began showing dressage in 2010.
Welcome to my dressage journey.

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About Speedy G

Speedy went from endurance horse to dressage horse. We're currently showing Third Level for the 2019 show season. Speedy is a 2004, 15'1 hand, purebred Arabian gelding. His Arabian Horse Registry name is G Ima Starr FA.

August 2018

About Izzy

Izzy was started as a four-year old and then spent the next 18 months in pasture growing up. I bought him as a six-year old, and together, we are schooling and showing at the lower levels. He is a 2008, 16'3 hand warmblood gelding. His Rheinland Pfalz-saar International (RPSI) name is Imperioso.

March 2019

Bakersfield Dressage approved!

FOR THE SMALLER EQUINE ATHLETE

I love her stuff!

National Awards

USDF Second Level Rider Performance Award - 2018

2nd Level Rider Performance, 2018

USDF First Level Rider Performance Award - 2015

1st Level Rider Performance, 2015

USDF Training Level Rider Performance Award - 2013

Training Level Rider Performance, 2013

State Awards

CDS Ruby Rider Award - 2018
CDS Second Level Horse Performance Award - 2018

Ruby Rider Award, 2018

2019 Show Season

Show Rating
(***) CDS/USDF/USEF
(*) CDS
(s) Schooling
(c) Clinic
(r) Ride-a-Test Clinic
(Q) Must Qualify

2019 Pending …
9/14/19 Cavaletti Clinic (c)
10/26-27/19 SCEC (***)
11/17/19 Pacific Dress. (s)
12/7/19 El Sueno (***)

2019 Completed …
6/15-16/19 - El Sueno (***)
6/23/19 - TMC (*)
7/13-14/19 - El Sueno (***)
7/28/19 - TMC (*)
8/25/19 - TMC (*)
9/8/19 White Birch (s)

Qualifying Scores for 2019

Regional Adult Amateur Competition (RAAC)
3rd Level Qualifying
3 Scores/2 Judges:
Score 1: 63.514% Lindholm
Score 2: 62.105% Lindholm
Score 3: 63.243% Wadeborn

CDS Championship
3rd Level Qualifying
5 Scores/4 Judges:
Score 1: 63.514% Lindholm
Score 2: 62.105% Lindholm
Score 3: 63.243% Wadeborn
Score 4:
Score 5:

Working Towards:

CDS 3rd Level Horse Performance Award
3 Judges/3 Shows:
Score 1: 63.514% Lindholm
Score 2: 62.105% Lindholm
Score 3: 63.243% Wadeborn
Score 4:
Score 5:
Score 6:

CDS Sapphire Rider Award
Third Level: 63.514%
Third Level: 62.105%
Fourth Level:
Fourth Level:

USDF Bronze Medal
First Level - 70.179%
First Level - 72.600%
Second Level - 62.879%
Second Level - 61.970%
Third Level -
Third Level -

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