To Rear Or Not To Rear

Earlier today some people were talking about horses who rear.  Some said "once a flipper, always a flipper".  Others suggested doing a lot of ground work.  Still others advised getting a trainer involved.  Then someone mentioned breaking a raw egg over the horse's head as it reared.  All this got me to thinking about a few "confirmed rearers" that I've known.

In 1984, I saw a gelding at the stable where I boarded my mare rearing & flipping over with a so-called trainer.  I say so-called because she was unaffectionately known as Big Bird.  She had the gelding in a pelham & a chambone, trying to force him "into frame".  This was an 11 year old horse who was unbroke & she was attempting to get him started.  I really liked the looks of the horse & thought to myself that I wouldn't mind owning him.  Be VERY careful what you wish for because just a couple months later, he was mine.  Still not successfully under saddle, I knew I had a challenge ahead of me.  In answer to anything that gelding didn't like, he'd rear right on up & over.  I put him in a snaffle & had a little less problem, but he'd still go up if he got mad or had a different opinion of what we should be doing.  One day after a flip-over going down the side of a hill, I got desperate & switched him to an old hackamore I had in the trailer.  That horse NEVER reared again.  He went on be the greatest horse I've ever ridden.          

A LOT of years ago (45 I think) I had an OTTB gelding who would rear. He'd stand on his hind legs, pawing the air. I tried breaking the warm water balloon over his head. Didn't work. Turning his head around didn't work. Pulling him over didn't work to fix the problem either. The old Englishman who owned the stable handed me a short piece of hose one day & told me to tap my horse's poll the next time he reared. He said to keep it up until the horse finally dropped to his knees to get away from the tapping. He said once a horse was "dropped" in this way, they'd never rear again. Mind you this wasn't a hard hitting session. Just a continuous tap, tap, tap. Not easy to do as you try to stay in the saddle & follow the slinging head. I'm sure I was all smiles as that gelding finally dropped to his knees. I stopped tapping & the next thing I knew that danged horse had not only gone straight up onto his hind legs, he'd smacked me in the face & broke my cheekbone. But you know, that was his last rear. For whatever reason, he really did never rear again while I owned him.

He was a chestnut quarter horse who'd been purchased as a young girl's first horse.  He was NOT a kid's horse.  I don't know how many times he reared & threw his young rider before I started riding him.  He was an ornery thing, having temper tantrums if he didn't get his way.  Those temper tantrums were usually rearing, sometimes adding a buck as his front feet hit the ground.  After a couple of months, he was settling down & working fairly well so his young owner was allowed to start riding him again.  It didn't take long for him to revert back to the rearing beast he'd been.  He knew his rider was no match for his temper tantrums.  Once again I became his rider.  I finally got tired of being nice, trying to work through his rearing.  He reared on a bad day & I pulled him all the way over.  He got up stunned & I was hopeful that was the only lesson he needed.  Nope.  A few days later he went up again.  I pulled his head around until he fell to his side.  He just didn't care.  On any given day, whenever he was in a "snit", he'd rear.  After another month of trying to get him over his bad habit, it was decided he was never going to be suitable as a young girl's horse.  He was traded to a horse dealer for an older, kid safe horse.  Last I heard, the dealer had some young cowboys riding him.  He was working cattle well, but would still occasionally rear.

Horses rear to get away from pain or fear.  For some, it becomes a learned habit to get away from anything they perceive to be unpleasant.  With luck, some horses are fortunate enough to find a rider who's willing to work things through until a solution is found.  These horses go on to be successful mounts.  For the few who are hardcore problems (sadly they're man made problems), not only is their future in danger but they're a danger to all who dare ride them.  

To rear or not rear?  If only people wouldn't put horses in a position where they feel rearing is their only way out.                

Reflections & Goals

It's not very often that I allow a reality check to rein in my horse addiction. Today turned out to be an exception & the realistic me won out over the impulsive, horseaholic me. 

I absolutely love the broodmares & foals. In early 2012 I told myself no more breeding because I NEEDED & WANTED to get back on the endurance trail. I set a couple goals for myself & they didn't include breeding. Well we all know I failed because I did breed a mare & have my 2013 filly, Ryn, here to prove that. I did get back on the trail in 2012 when Ryn's big, literally BIG, 1/2 brother went to his first 50 mile ride. It had been my first since 2005, & it felt awesome to be on the trail on my heart horse. No more breeding was looking good. Then early 2014 arrived, with Launi ready to ride. Or so I thought. He was in shape & going so well. Then in Feb he got sick. VERY sick. I didn't think he was going to make it, & neither did the vet. As the months went by, the realization that I'd probably never see either of my goals met had me thinking about foals again. If I can't ride, I may as well have a foal, right? I kept up my search for a riding horse, but in the back of my mind I knew I was also looking closely at pedigrees. What if I found that perfect mare to breed? Then I started to actually openly look for a broodmare. Launi got well & after 9 months, I was able to ride him. It was a terrifying, adrenaline rush because I know he's too big & strong for me at this stage in my life. Oh but what an AWESOME feeling being back on MY horse.

A couple weeks ago my good pal Shara Llewellyn sent me info on a mare. Such a good friend. Just tempt me with a mare who's pedigree I love. A mare who'd fit right in with my herd. But since she was only a light riding horse, she couldn't double as one of my goal seeking horses. I was going to stay on track & didn't pursue Shara's evil plot. Until today. Yes, today someone else posted about the mare & got me to thinking about breeding again. Yeah, everyone egging me on got me all excited about what a fabulous foal I could have in 2016. I went outside to work in the barn & think about what I was potentially going to do. Should I get a broodmare & give up on my riding plans? I was "this" close to saying yes to a really nice broodmare. 

Then I went to help a friend with an injured & down horse. A horse who I knew 20 years ago when I was riding Wraff endurance. As I knelt by Mr B's head, talking to him while my friend called the vet, I was telling him what a great horse he'd been; how wonderful it was to have ridden next to him when I'd been riding the greatest horse I've ever ridden; & how awesome it was to come back into his life in his later years. It was in those moments of memories going down the trail that I realized I really do NEED to ride. It was in those moments that I knew I wasn't going to bring home a broodmare; that my 2013 filly, Ryn, is my last foal.

Mr B, give Wraff a back scratch for me. I'm sure he'll enjoy reacquainting with an old friend.

A Knightress In White Armor

Baby Faye saved the day!

And now...the rest of the story. LOL

Faye & I went for a nice ride this morning with new friends, Terry & her gelding LG. Faye & LG got along great, as did Terry & I.  We rode Loafer Loop, enjoying the gorgeous day, fun company, & great smells of clean air after our recent rain. The horses did great, even when we encountered a horse hating squirrel. haha About 1/4 mile before we came to the horse camp, something down the hill in the bushes spooked the horses. Both froze & deeply sniffed the air. Terry even commented that it was a bit eerie because after we heard something the first time, everything else was quiet. All of a sudden LG got terrified & spun to come back down the trail towards Faye. I stuck Faye's nose in front of him to slow him down & Terry managed to turn him back uphill. This happened a couple of times before LG just lost himself in panic & kept coming down the hill. Baby Faye was the knightress in white armor as she stood quietly while I grabbed LG's rein. I was SO proud of her. Terry got her reins gathered for better control & put LG behind Faye & on we continued. We took a short break at the horse camp to calm down & relax. Than back to the trailers with no further incidences. I know there can be a lot of deer & turkeys in that spooky area, but the quiet was so strange. While we'll never know what spooked Faye & LG, there's a part of me that wonders if there was a cat lurking. Whatever it was, Baby Faye proved to be a rock today.

Kristina Would Have Loved Her

In Sept 2013, a Chico St nursing student, Kristina Chesterman, was killed by a drunk driver while she was riding her bike.  She had dreamed of being a part of Doctors Without Borders, a group that provides medical care in third world countries.  One of her nursing instructors, Darcy, is leading a project to build a medical clinic in Nigeria, and in Kristina's honor, the clinic will be named The Kristina Chesterman Memorial Clinic. When it came time for fund raising, Darcy spoke with my friend Jaya about a fundraiser.  Out of that conversation, the Kristina Chesterman Memorial Endurance Ride came to life.

For a few months, 2 friends & I had been planning to ride the LD at the KC ride.  For one friend it would be her first endurance experience.  The other was riding her mare on the mare's 1st ride.  We met at the corner gas station & caravaned to the ride.  Meadowbrook Ranch in Magalia has a gorgeous campground with plenty of large spots for trailers.  The horses had shade, & for anyone wanting they could take their horse to the lake for a swim.  The property belongs to the family of a man who was an avid endurance rider.  In the early 90s he was a Tevis finisher.  He also did endurance driving & held competitions at the ranch so there are about 10 miles of trails wide enough for carts/chariots.  What a lovely camp sight.

Saturday morning's ride start had a few hiccups.  With Faye in the rear of our 3 person group, she wasn't happy at all.  Faye's used to leading, where she feels safer & more comfortable confronting things head on.  She was skittish, knowing something from behind was going to get her.  She wanted to stop & look back over her shoulder & once she even caused her hindend to fall in a ditch.  The mare in the lead kept spooking so it was Faye to front.  Ears up & moving forward at a nice trot in her safe zone, Faye was ready to get on down the trail.  Until I heard a lot of yelling, whoa, whoa, & the thundering of hooves almost on top of us.  The very large gelding in our group was trying to run away with his rider.  Needless to say, little Faye was pretty scared.  We had to stop & wait while the rider composed herself.  Unfortunately that meant riders catching up & passing us.  That only set the other 2 horses in our group off into bucks, rears, & another runaway attempt.  Poor Faye didn't know which way to go to stay out of everyone's way.  At one point she was in a ditch, trying to go in the opposite direction.  A little bit too much excitement going on!

Finally we were trotting smoothly down the gravel road with Faye in the lead, the very large gelding in 2nd, & the other mare bring up the rear.  My reins were flopping & Faye's legs were flying.  She really is so much fun because I don't have to worry about her running away or bucking.  Unlike the very big gelding who once again came thundering almost over the top of us.  He really was too much horse for his frightened rider.  So once again we had to stop & wait for composure.  Mile after mile of gravel road took its toll & the gelding's rider needed to walk the downhill, which was a lot.  She wasn't up to trotting downhill & preferred to trot uphill.  Well that wasn't exactly in my game plan.  I had planned to let Faye trot the downhill & save herself on the uphill.  Plus I was riding to my heart monitor.  And really, Faye is a downhill trotting machine.

As I watched my watch, I was getting concerned about our time.  We'd lost some time finding trail where ribbons were missing or not visible in the brush.  Note to ride managers everywhere, white ribbons are almost invisible against the trees.  Fortunately I know not to go very far without seeing a ribbon so we were never off trail more than 50 yards or so each time.  We lost time everytime the very big gelding acted up.  That's a LOT of horse when he's thundering from behind.  Poor Faye would try to move off the road to make sure she didn't end up under him.  The horses did settle into their training places as Faye led the way, ears pricked, & little legs trotting for all they were worth.

At last we came to our 13 mile vet check.  Woohoooooo... I needed the frozen diet pepsi I'd sent out with my crewbag.  It was awesome that the missing port-a-potty (another story) had been found & it arrived just in time so I didn't have to find a bush.  I wondered at the loose dogs running through the check & even mentally cursed at the idiots who let their dogs loose.  Oops, the ride photographer caught my picture as I led Faye in & 2 of those dogs were GOATS!  Neither Faye nor I had noticed they were goats.  LOL

A little back-story on Faye's Fri night vet-in is that the vet commented that she looked to be built for comfort & not for speed.  What he was really saying was that she wasn't an endurance horse.  At our vet check during the ride I think he was a little surprised when he vetted Faye.  Her CRI was 44/42 & everything else was A's on her card.  Now the vet told me that I obviously wasn't working my horse hard enough & that she could easily have gone faster into the check.  Made me smile.  I mentioned to him that she had gotten a girth gall 2 weeks earlier & that she'd started with a hairless spot the size of my pinkie fingernail.  He said she didn't appear to be bothered (by his hand or stethoscope in her armpit) so not to worry.  Well...I'm glad I did worry.  Because our check was only 30 minutes, we weren't required to remove tack.  So honestly neither the vet nor I looked under Faye's girth & armpit.  But as I got ready to go back out on the trail, I made sure I reapplied Desitin to the area as prevention.  What I found was a new, worse gall that was starting to swell.  ACK!  There wasn't a second thought for me that we were done for the day.  Faye was doing so well & is so stoic that she'd have kept going because I asked.  Nope, not going to be unfair to her or ungrateful to her for giving me a good 13 miles.  Trailer us back to camp please.

As I was leading Faye to the pull trailer; Kristina's mom came over & asked if she could pet Faye.  What she said next broke my heart & it will stay with me forever.  She said "Kristina would have loved her".  As she teared up, I gave her a big hug, willing myself not to cry for her sake.  It was such a poignant moment for me.  In some way, that statement made my heart swell for Faye even more.  I know it doesn't make any sense, but that simple statement has change something in me.  Life is too short & we need to love & appreciate what we have because it might be taken from us at any moment.  I love you Baby Faye, more than you know.

    

Faye's Big Adventure-Or Camp Far West Here We Come!

When I found out that a friend was going to be hosting an endurance ride in Sept, I wondered if Faye could be ready for the 25 mile LD.  Was it possible that Baby Faye could go that many miles?  Could she even trot fast enough to make time cut-offs?  She's a little mare with a little stride & I wasn't convinced.  But I started riding with a friend every Wed, first walking & then finally adding some trotting.  Faye was doing pretty well, even trotting up our local hills.  But was she trotting fast enough?  I wasn't convinced we were trotting faster than 5mph & that wouldn't be fast enough to complete a ride in time.  Still I entered Faye in my friend's ride, scheduled for Sept 13th.  Four weeks before the ride I rode with a friend who has a GPS.  I'm sure she was tired of me constantly asking "how fast now?".  It was such a great day because Faye was trotting between 7-7 1/2mph, & even pushing an 8mph trot.  I was beginning to think we might just finish our LD on time.

Two weeks before out scheduled ride, I had planned to go to an endurance ride & just do their 8 mile "fun" ride.  It'd be good experience for Faye to be camping with the "big boys & girls", plus a couple of friends were going to meet me & ride as well.  But somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind was an evil whisper telling me to "just do it".  Really?  Just go & do the 30 mile LD?  Was that whisper nuts?!  It kept creeping in & nagging me.  For a week it worried me.  Nope, not going to do it.  I was going to stick with my "fun" ride plan.  So I packed light, expecting for a fun day & to be home by early afternoon.  Driving to the ride I kept hearing "just do it".  Finally I told myself if I didn't see ribbons marking the trail at the farthest point (meaning the trail cut lower by the road & thus shorter), I'd think about riding the LD.  There were ribbons marking trail at the farthest point, so no LD for us.  Then I got to ride camp.  I looked at the trail map, questioned the water situation, got prodded by a few people, & before I knew it, we were signed up for the LD.  Actually that was ok because knowing the area like I do, I knew I could cut back to camp at any time if I thought it was necessary.

Saturday morning didn't start off very well.  I had a major backache from trying to sleep on a downside slope.  So with no sleep, hunched over with a backache, I tacked up Faye, questioning my sanity.  I started last because I didn't want anyone running pass us.  I had no idea what Faye's reaction would be to other horses in a competition setting.  Down the gravel road we went at a bit of a spider-legged trot, as a friend calls the green horse unsteadiness.  We passed a couple of horses & Faye settled in to moving forward.  When we arrived at the 1st creek crossing there was a gal who was having trouble with her horse.  It was about a foot drop into the creek, through some brush.  She'd had to lead her horse & couldn't get back on.  Faye stood quietly while I broke dead branches off to give us a better spot to step into the creek.  Then she stepped down into the water like a pro.  A couple of 50 miler friends caught us there & when they pulled on ahead, Faye stayed at her pace & didn't fret.  As I rode along, I told Faye about all the times I'd ridden this trail on Wraff & that she was following in his hoofprints.  I told her how awesome it felt to be out there with her & that we were making our own memories.  There were times, as I looked down at the fleabitten spots on her neck, that my heart swelled with joy.  Here I was on the mare who I'd carried down the pasture the morning she was born.  She hadn't even taken her first steps.  And now I was riding her on an LD.

Throughout the first loop we played catch up with a couple of chestnut horses & their riders.  They had much faster trots but because Faye was trotting consistently along, we'd catch up when they slowed.  At the gun range it sounded like a war zone with cannons & machine guns.  The chestnuts' riders had to dismount & barely got by without being trampled.  Faye was nervous but she was steady.  THANK YOU to my neighbors for shooting their guns all these years.  As we came into camp for our 1 hour hold, we stopped in the creek & I sponged Faye for the first time.  She was so good & never spooked as I dropped the sponge over her shoulder.  I had told myself that IF I got into lunch by 11:30, & Faye looked really good, I'd go back out to finish the ride.  We pulsed down at 11:08.  Her CRI at the lunch stop was 52/48, B's on her right side gut sounds & A's on everything else.  Only 7-8 miles to go.  Horse looking fantastic, rider looking questionable.

Back down the gravel road we went after our 1 hour stop.  Faye moved right along.  When we entered the hill section of trail, we ended up behind the 2 chestnuts once again.  Faye happily followed them, but was well behaved when I asked her to walk the uphills as they trotted on.  I knew I'd catch them again.  On that last loop we passed 4 other riders.  Seriously, Faye PASSED other horses on her very first ride.  Up over the mountain we went, keeping a steady trot on all the flat & some of the downhill, walking the uphill.  The last couple of miles is a long, red dirt road.  A very hot & defeating road.  It felt mentally daunting to me, but Faye just trotted on, ears up, mane blowing in the breeze she created.  We walked across the finish line with 45 mins to spare.  After a very long drink, Faye pulsed in at 56.  We were officially finished.  I took her back to the trailer, unsaddled her, sponged her off & fed her.  Then we went for our final vet check.  She had a B on mucous membranes & gait, everything else was A's.  Her final pulse was 44.  What an AWESOME little mare.  A hidden treasure that's been hiding in my pasture, right before my eyes.

This morning she looked really good.  In fact, she's looking & moving much better than her rider.  It's really a good thing riders don't have to pass vet checks.  I'd have been pulled for a sore back, a tied-up left calf, & dark urine.  Yeah, next time I'll go prepared to ride, complete with plenty of electrolytes & substance foods.  One chocolate pudding for breakfast doesn't go very far.

Faye really came a long way on her 1st LD.  By the end she had a nice steady trot & knew where her feet were.  Previously we only trotted short sections because our local trails are hilly.  Our local trails are mostly single track & it was surprising to get out in the open on a green horse who has NO idea how to stay on the beaten path.  Twice we almost crashed through ditches & once her hindend stumbled into a ditch, all because she just went straight, even when the trail curved.  She couldn't figure out why we couldn't just go everywhere in a straight line, including under the low hanging branches.  By the end of the day she was following the trail pretty well.  I learned that while Faye likes hydration hay at home, she refuses to eat it at a ride.  She wanted less boring feed & she got it.  A little rolled oats, beet pulp, carrots, wheat bran, whatever she wanted.  I even begged some different feed from friends.  And after the ride, every time she saw me she'd demandingly nicker for more carrots.  Who was I to refuse this wonderful little mare who packed me through 30 miles of heat, rock & horrible roads?        

Faye Solos on WST

5:30 came way to early this morning.  But I had to catch Faye, which took a few laps around the pasture, load her, & stop at the Shell station to get gas.  Then I was off to meet my friend J at the Auburn Overlook at 9am.  We were planning to ride the last few miles of Tevis, out to No Hands Bridge & back, because she & her mare Asali are entered in Tevis this year.  Well things didn't go quite as we'd planned.

I'm perpetually early & true to form, Faye & I arrived at 8:30.  Not a bad thing to be early because it gives me plenty of time to get ready, tack up Faye, put her boots on, let her settle & finish eating her bucket of mash.  I'm glad I had the extra time this morning because Faye was pretty nervous when we arrived.  It took her a while to quiet down & relax.  After tacking her up, I lead her around the parking lot & across the wooden bridge to the other side of the irrigation canal.  She didn't even hesitate. 9am came & went with no sign of my friend.  I was sure hoping everything was ok.  At 9:30 I decided to start riding.  Today was only Faye's fourth solo ride & she did AWESOME!

It can be scary for a horse to start out on the Western States Trail from the Auburn Overlook.  The trail goes down in the undergrowth so it's dark & frightening.  Faye snorted, hesitated, snorted again, & then just kept on going.  I couldn't believe how many runners were out on the trail.  The first 3-4 spooked Faye a little, but after that she either ignored them as they ran by or tried to reach out to see if their water bottles were carrots.  The scariest incident of our ride was mysterious crashing ahead of us in the bend of a switchback.  Faye KNEW it was a monster, & I couldn't honestly tell her different.  As it was, it turned out to be a very noisy, obnoxious squirrel who was tossing pine cones out of the tree.  I was glad to be wearing a helmet, just in case.  And was so thankful a pine cone didn't land on Faye's butt.  That would NOT have been good.  LOL  Faye's very careful with her feet on technical trail & today she was very aware of every hoof as we made our way towards No Hands Bridge, or the Mt Quarry Bridge as it's officially called.  It was sad to see the lack of water on the trail.  Where usually there's small creek crossings, only dry rock was there to cross.  At least the waterfall had water, although so much less than I've ever seen it.  The footing down into the waterfall is tricky & Faye took her time, pausing to listen to the water before she continued.  She passed by the waterfall with only a moments hesitation before heading up the steps, back onto the old railroad grade.  We passed a group of people, 8-10, belonging to an infant group.  They all had infants in packs on their backs.  Oh did Faye's eyes get big.  But even this didn't stop her for long & it was on to No Hands Bridge.

I was disappointed when I got to the bridge because I was alone & wouldn't get a picture of Faye on her first ride across the bridge.  Then I saw an unsuspecting hiker.  Uh, would you mind doing me a HUGE favor?  Woohoooo I have Faye's picture on the bridge.  On our way back to the overlook we again passed the infant group.  This time we stopped for a few minutes while a couple of the babies reached tiny hands out for Faye's nose to touch.  She's such a sweet mare & she barely brushed their hands, eliciting a few giggles.  Now mind you that I don't like human babies, but it was quite something to see Faye's soft reaction to them.  We passed a few more runners on the way back, some with dogs, all trying to beat the heat.  As I headed up to Robie Point I could hear horses on the trail below.  I wondered if it could be my friend but then thought, probably not.  In the last 1/2 mile before getting back to the parking lot, we passed the first & only horses we saw today.  Right behind my truck was my friend's truck.  How on earth did we miss each other?  There was a note on my windshield explaining she was 40 minutes late because she'd had some truck/trailer issues & she hoped to see us on the trail.  Again, how on earth did we miss each other?  It's obvious now that the horses on the trail below Robie Point were my friend & her mom.  We missed each other by maybe 5 minutes.  DARN!  But oh well...it was a great day nonetheless.  I'm so proud of my little grey mare, who never ceases to amaze me.

Each & Every One

Sitting on a tire feeder, baking in the sun, listening to my horses munching dinner.  Carli comes over & closes her eyes, waiting for me to rub her face.  She's such a love.  As long as I rub she'll stay with me.  Quietly she blows hot air against my neck.  Maybe a little too hot considering it's over 100* out.  Ha!  I blow softly in her nostrils & she sighs.  Finally, after about 20 minutes, she returns to her dinner.

I continue to just hang out & watch my horses.  It's so peaceful.  Ryn comes over with hay hanging out her mouth.  Her big eyes sparkling at me as I rub her forehead.  She sniffs me & tries to chew on my shoes.  Silly little Ryn.  Growing bored, she decides dinner is more interesting & returns to eating.

I can see that Faye has been watching all this out of the corner of her eye.  She takes a bite of hay, lifts her head & stares at me.  Another bite & another eye connection.  Slowly she makes her way over & gently, almost imperceptively, she reaches out & touches my hand with her muzzle.  Then she just looks into my eyes.  She has such pretty, big eyes that shine with life.  I can see my reflection in them & wonder how she perceives me.

Launi snubs me.  He rolls an eye in my direction & flicks an ear back.  Launi, who's used to having my undivided attention, must be unhappy because he was left home for the weekend.  He'd been giving me the evil eye everytime I looked at him throughout the day.  I walk over to him & still he refuses to look at me.  I give him a pat, tell him I love him, & turn to walk away.  He roughly shoves his head into my shoulder & gives me an almost silent nicker.  He shoves his head into me again & seems to just glare at me with ears 1/2 pinned.  Oh yes, he's sulking at the lack of my attention.  Then he reaches out & grabs for my chapstick necklace.  His eyes light up with their mischievous sparkle.  I let him briefly hold the chapstick, then rub his forehead.  His eyes close & I'm forgiven.

All so different & I love them all, each & every one.

Hidden Treasure

I've always been on a search to find the horse who can light the riding passion in me.  That horse who's fun to ride with a challenging side that keeps me from being bored.  I've always needed a horse who's been able to "keep me on my toes".   Don't get me wrong, I've had quite a few REALLY nice horses, including some who did "fit" me.  But in recent years there just hadn't been a horse who made me WANT to ride.

Until a few years ago, that is, when I got my homegrown gelding, Launi, under saddle.  What a fun ride!  A bit of a white knuckle ride, but so much fun with an adrenaline rush on most rides.  I never know what he's going to do or what antics he's going to pull.  Most days I'm just so glad to get back to the trailer in one piece.  But how I love that big red horse.  There's never a dull moment when riding him.  I had big ride plans for 2014, including several endurance rides.  I was looking forward to a great year of trotting down the trails on Launi.  Then he got sick.  Very, very, very sick.  Fortunately, after 6 months of medications & treatment he is on the mend.  But in the meantime, I've been on the search for a horse to ride.

Looking out in my own pasture is a gorgeous little, 11 year, grey, arab mare.  DC Faye Bint Alyssa, aka Baby Faye, is the sweetest horse & one that I love dearly.  I carried her down the pasture the morning she was born.  We've always had a connection, but not one that I've ever thought of as a riding connection.  What was I to do since I hadn't found a riding horse?  The only thing I could do if I wanted to ride was to start riding Faye.  Faye who'd had two gorgeous foals.  Faye who'd had about 25 rides two years earlier.  Baby Faye who didn't really want a job.  Being a pasture puff was her preferred career.  By the first of April I decided Faye had to become my trail horse because I was going crazy not riding.  So our journey began.

As I did little trail rides on the local trails, I had no illusions that Faye would be an endurance horse.  She's 14.2 with a short, western pleasure, stride.  She didn't seem to really like going out & was always tense.  She's a shy mare who holds everything in, but I could always see the pinched lips when we'd set out to work.  Then I started riding with a friend.  Having another horse seemed to give Faye the confidence she needed to come out of her shell.  She really prefers to lead the way & has become a great little trail blazer.  Nothing stops her.  Even on our solo rides she now seems to enjoy the scenery.  Finally I decided we'd start adding a little trotting to our rides.  Faye wasn't thrilled with that idea & would only go a few feet before walking.  Remembering that she wasn't even truly broke to ride, we just kept plugging away by increasing our distance & adding a little trotting.

Over Memorial Day weekend, a friend & I took our mares to an organized, fund raising ride.  It was a little nerve wracking when we first started our ride.  Faye was nervous & afraid of the other horses coming up from behind us.  My friend's mare was also unsure of herself.  We did 12 miles of playing leap frog so our mares learned to lead or follow.  We did a little trotting, a lot of single track trail, & a couple of good climbs.  By the end of the weekend our girls were getting comfortable with other horses & they camped really well.  It was a great weekend.

Looking ahead, I had my sights set on riding the Tevis Fun Ride over the July 4th weekend.  It's a fund raising ride for the Western States Trails Foundation.  The trails are tough, technical, gorgeous, narrow in places, & sometimes a bit scary.  Really?  I was going to take Baby Faye?  I told myself that I was going even if all I did was camp & not ride.  Then I told myself I'd ride a little & if the cliff drop-offs or technical footing scared Faye, I'd get off & lead her for a short way & call it a good day.  I really just wanted to go as I've gone with other horses & have always LOVED the trail.  So I signed up & packed the truck.  Then a friend said she'd go with me.  I just knew we'd have a good time, & I love showing my favorite trails to friends.

We arrived at camp on Sat morning, set up camp, & then headed out for a ride.  I was worried what Faye's reaction would be to the tough trails.  We'd only ridden downhill once before (I usually lead downhill on our local trails) & we'd never done narrow, drop-off trails.  I had forgotten about all the rock & tricky footing of the WST.  We road down along the road until we came to the actual trail.  Faye was in the lead because I didn't want her to get frantic trying to keep up with the stallion, Aur Aquavit, who was her fast walking partner for the weekend.  She slowly picked her way through the rock, across the muddy spots, downhill with tough footing, to a very technical creek crossing.  The water was sadly low, which thankfully gave our horses a good view of the footing.  Faye was such a trooper because I was prepared to lead her across but that wasn't necessary.  She very carefully picked her way across.  I began to feel a little impressed with my little grey mare.  Aquavit lost an easyboot crossing the creek so Whitney had to get off & put it back on.  As the day progressed, he eventually lost both hind boots.  A new plan would be needed for Sunday's ride.  Note to self, do NOT use a boot with a Gorilla Glue repaired gaiter on trails as technical as the WST.  Faye would eventually lose the rear boot that I'd fixed with glue.  When I got off to get it, I slipped under Faye & she never flinched.  I had gotten off on the upside & slid, but thankfully not over the edge.  I continued on without the broken boot.  On the way back to camp, we lead our horses down into the canyon.  What a treat to be leading Faye.  She stayed a safe distance behind me, never bumped me, never stepped on me, never balked, & never tried to rush pass me.  At the bottom I mounted her from a log on the edge of the trail.  Our ride back up the other side & to camp was a good one.

Whitney & I got an earlier start on Sunday.  We decided to ride the same trail as Sat because we didn't want to walk down the road in the middle of town.  I was surprised when we started out because Faye was actually walking faster than she had the day before.  She was keeping up a bit more with Aquavit, although in all fairness he was walking slower than he had on Sat.  Baby Faye lead down the canyon, doing a little power walking of her own.  There was no hesitation at the muddy trail in front of the spring.  She really wanted to trot.  Right on across the creek crossing with a brief wait while her riding buddy negotiated the rocky footing.  Up & up the canyon we went.  Every now & then Faye'd sneak in a few trot steps.  The heart rate monitor was impressive.  The highest her pulse ever got was in the mid 150s.  Pretty good for a marginally conditioned, green mare powering up the canyon.  We stopped a few times so the horses could catch their breaths, put Faye didn't want to stand for long.  Onward & upward.  We got to the top of the canyon in less time than on Sat.  Faye's pulse dropped instantly into the 50s.  WOW!  I was impressed.  We lead our horses back down the canyon.  What fun taking pictures of each other & laughing along the way.  Then just before we got back to the creek crossing, BAM down I went.  My feet slipped right out from under me.  Faye froze.  I wasn't hurt at all as it was a soft, silty landing.  Just more to laugh at.  Dusting myself off, I didn't realize I was covered in red dirt as I wiped my face with my hand.  Just a little WST war paint.  As I was using the log to mount, 2 horses came towards us.  They passed us with no problem, which was pretty amazing since Faye's so green & Aquavit's a stallion.  Across the creek & up we went, Faye in the lead.  Coming down was 2 more riders.  This time the passing wasn't quite so smooth.  The trail was too narrow so they turned around & headed back up to find a wider spot.  Their horses were fractious & I wondered how we were safely going to get around them.  Never fear, Faye & Aquavit were there.  Not long before the spring fed water trough was a nice place to trot.  Faye needed no urging as she'd been wanting to trot all day.  Oh what fun trotting Faye along the Tevis trail.  I'm sure I was beaming.

On the drive home I was reflecting on what a great weekend.  I was so impressed with my Baby Faye.  She camped & handled the trail like a pro.  I thought of all my friends who've told me that I should be riding Faye.  So many have told me that maybe Faye's the riding horse for me.  I suppose I should admit to what that really means.  The horse for me is going to be a special horse to fulfill a special dream.  For a lot of years I've dreamed of riding Tevis one more time.  Every horse I look at, & every horse I ride, that's always the thought in the back of my mind.  I've always seen Faye as a perfect western pleasure horse, never even considering her as the horse I've been seeking.  Until yesterday.  Maybe, just maybe, Faye IS the riding horse for me.  It's quite possible that sitting in my very own pasture has been the hidden treasure I've been seeking.      

    

            

Faye's Big Adventure--or The Little Red Team

Well really, neither Faye nor I are little.  But we ARE short. Ha!  And we ARE The Red Team!

When my main horse became seriously ill in Feb, I was left with no horse to ride.  Sooooooo Baby Faye had to grow up quick.  I started riding her & realized that while she'd been ridden a little, she'd only walked.  It was interesting to ride an 11 year old greenie learning to balance a rider as we trotted down the trail.  A friend of mine describes it best, spider legs.  LOL

I had planned to do the Dru Barner Memorial Ride over Memorial Day Weekend.  Of course that plan was made before Faye became my riding horse.  Oh well, what was the worst that could happen if I took a greenie to a huge group ride for a weekend of camping?  I could just sit around camp if she was too nervous or freaked out to ride.  I could lead her on the trail (uh not the best option for me).  I could start riding & go back if she started to get too nervous & unsafe (yeah, I know me better than to think I'd go back).  Or I could just RIDE!  Which is exactly what I did, riding with a friend on her mare.

My friend & I caravaned to the ride early Saturday morning.  Once there, we set up camp & then headed out on the 5 mile ride through the Enchanted Forest Trail.  Faye & Lulu did VERY well.  We walked the 5 miles in 1 1/2 hours.  Along the way we played leap frog so both mares had the opportunity to lead & follow.  Back at camp Faye got to experience the Hi-Tie for the first time.  Of course I wasn't worried because she does very well on the hot-walker at home.  She's such a sweet mare who never tries to stretch her boundaries, which made it hard for her on the Hi-Tie.  Everytime she felt the pull of the line, she'd stop.  That meant she wouldn't reach down far enough to eat from her bucket or drink.  She finally figured out she could reach the water bucket & I bucket her feed bucket on the top of her nibble net to raise it up for her.  We settled in for the night & all was quiet.

My friend & I hit the trail at 8am Sunday morning.  We were doing the 12 mile ride & wanted out before the heat set in.  Within
minutes of hitting the trail we had 2 crazy girls on crazy horses crash pass us.  Fortunately we were able to move off the trail & keep Faye & Lulu a little calm.  Grrrrrrrrr...some people have NO clue about trail etiquette.

It was a gorgeous day for a ride.  Faye & Lulu, a Missouri Fox trotter, did great together.  We crossed bridges, logs, rocky trail, rutted trail, & even a section of trail that had cinder blocks as erosion control. The Dru Barner Campground is in El Dorado, outside the town of Georgetown.  It can be quiet hilly & we did some pretty tough climbs on single track trail.  Faye was AWESOME!  She really impressed me with her willing attitude & "get it done" forwardness going up the hills.  She just powered right on up.  We did a little trotting in places where the trail was flat & easy.  Faye really figured out that she could trot & we got some nice even pacing for short sections.  Lulu was learning to maintain a nice fox trot so both mares did really well learning their respective gaits.  Every now & then we had a few riders pass us.  We moved over & faced our girls into the on coming riders & had no problems.  Have I mentioned how proud I was of Faye?

Half way though our 12 mile loop was a nice refreshment stop.  There was hay & carrots for the horse, food & drinks for the riders.  We hung out while Faye & Lulu ate & we enjoyed a soft
drink (beer was available for those who wanted it).  Then climbing on a log, we mounted up & started off on the 2nd half of our loop.  Heading back to the campground had the harder trails, but by then our girls were in a groove & feeling like real trail horses.  It was fun riding the windy, single track trail (my favorite).  With Lulu in the lead, Faye all of a sudden jumped forward.  Yikes!  It was a runner coming up behind her.  Once she saw him she relaxed, but that jump was a little startling.  Further down the trail I all of a sudden found myself airborne & slapping back down on the saddle.  I don't know what happened, but Faye went straight up in the air like you see in cartoons where the horse spooks all 4 feet off the ground.  Did she get stung, see something under her out of the corner of her eye, or....?  Luckily I just got a bruise on the inside of a knee, & I didn't even lose a stirrup. Woohoo...  When we had about 1 1/2 miles left, a group of 3 riders came toward us.  As we moved off the trail for them, we ended up on opposite sides of the trail with the riders going between us.  ACK!  Faye had a melt down, bouncing around, spinning, & screaming for Lulu. Another disaster averted & on down the trail we went.  Not long after that the 2 crazy girls on crazy horses came galloping up behind us.  We got off the trail but they really frazzled Lulu.  Fortunately Faye was in front when we got back on the trail because Lulu tried to run through her bit & needed Faye for brakes.  Those 2 crazy girls on their crazy horses sure gave off a bad vibe.

The last 3/4 mile was uneventful & we were both so happy & proud of our girls.  Back at camp we sponged them off & fed them mashes.  Faye finally learned that she could put pressure on the Hi-Tie & it was ok.  After her sponge bath she figured out how to roll while on the line.  Way to go Faye!  It was fun watching other riders come in from their rides.  Everyone had smiles on their faces & fun stories to tell.  We stayed for a delicious dinner before heading home.  The group that puts on this ride does an awesome job.  It was fun with well marked trails & the people are great.  I got home before dark & Faye was really glad to see her pasturemates.  I'm sure she had fun last night, telling them all about her big adventure.  Which is only the first of many for The Little,errrrrr, Short Red Team.

:)

If Wishes Were Saddles

Then I would ride.

March 1986, & I was reading a magazine while hanging out at the Malibu Endurance Ride ridecamp.  An article caught my attention.  It was the first of a three part series about Len Brown's long distance, multi-state journey on horseback.  Len went into detail on all the saddle fit & sore back issues that he encountered with his horses, as well as the fixes he did to make his horses comfortable.  At the end of his journey he decided to create & build saddles that would FIT!

The next morning I set off on my 50 mile journey through the beautiful hills of Malibu, CA.  At the lunch stop I had to ice my horse's back to keep it from swelling.  I'd been having ill fitting saddle issues for all of the 1985 season, & now into 1986.  I'd even had two saddles custom made to no avail.  They sored Wraff's back, creating pressure points that would swell.  By the Malibu ride Wraff had white spots behind his withers, & even a balding spot.  The best remedy I'd found was to cut holes in a foam pad so the saddle couldn't sit down on those now sensitive spots.  It was only a band-aid & I knew I had to find a saddle that fit, or get a new horse. I was pretty discouraged with Wraff's sore back at the end of Malibu.  It was then I made the decision to call & talk to Len Brown.

When I called Len that following Monday, & told him what I'd gone through with ill fitting saddles & sore backs, he promised me he could fit my horse.  That very day I sent the deposit so Len would begin making me a Brown's saddle, better known today as the Ortho-Flex Traditional.  My saddle arrived on Friday as I was leaving for the Tar Springs ride in June.  When I opened the box I was shocked.  After riding in a Steubben or a Stonewall, my new Brown's saddle looked huge.  How was I ever going to ride in it?

The next day I rode in that saddle for the very first time, finishing 50 miles WITHOUT Wraff having a sore or swollen back.  The successful result that day was amazing.  On July 19, 1986 I rode Tevis &, after 100 miles, Wraff's back looked & felt great.  I was in LOVE with my Brown's saddle.

Over the years I'd bought a few used Ortho-Flex saddles.  The ones that had originally had horns all seemed to be on the narrow side & didn't fit as well as my original saddle.  Those were quickly sold.  There were other models & I tried a couple of those with no luck.  I bought a 1987 Traditional from a friend, who later decided she wanted her saddle back.  It was a good deal for me because I traded her for a hotwalker.  In 2012 I bought a refurbished Ortho-Flex Traditional.  Its panels had been shortened & when a friend borrowed it because her saddle didn't fit her horse, I lost my #2 saddle.  In 2013 I was lucky enough to find another original Ortho-Flex Traditional & didn't hesitate buying it.  Len Brown had lost the original company & the new Ortho-Flex Co was nowhere near as good as Len's saddles.  They were imitations.  Not only that, the Traditional became a discontinued model.  While I had two of these wonderful saddles, I really wanted a 3rd.  It would be convenient for me to have a saddle for all 3 of my riding horses, each set up with booties (attached saddle pads) for an individual horse.

Two days ago someone posted on an Endurance Facebook page that there was an older Ortho-Flex for sale in Old Town Auburn.  Yesterday my friend, CCR, sent me a message asking if I'd seen the post.  Yes, I'd seen it but it was 65 miles away & I had a full schedule.  I did call to see if it was in fact an original Traditional.  It's number told me it was.  I thought about that saddle all night (it must have been calling my name) & today when I went to drop my hoof nippers off for sharpening, I decided to just drive on up to Auburn.          

 For 28 years my saddle has fit every horse I've ridden.  It's been a wonder saddle.  And now I have THREE!  

The Saved Foals

A wandering mind isn't always a good thing.  Random thoughts can lead down into the dark at times.  Guess I haven't been busy enough today because my mind has been wandering.

Twelve years ago I had jury duty in a murder trial.  The defendant changed his plea to guilty so we got out of the courtroom room early.  Not long after I got home that afternoon, a pregnant mare belonging to a friend went into labor.  She presented with a red-bag delivery, meaning the placenta was coming out ahead of the foal.  A RED ALERT situation.  I managed to get the placenta torn open with my hands (it's amazing how tough a horse's placenta is), & the colt delivered.  The colt wasn't breathing so I thumped his ribcage trying to jolt him into breathing.  When that didn't work I held his mouth shut, closed off a nostril, & breathed air into his other nostril.  I don't even know how many times I breathed into that little nostril, but finally he coughed & breathed.  Lack of oxygen caused a few days of a "dummy" foal & he had to be bottle fed for a while, but Little John thrived & was a cute colt.  My friend was quite pleased with his new colt & had plans for his future as a nice trail horse.

Eleven years ago in March, we had a severe thunder & lightening storm.  I went out into the night to make sure the horses were safe & not panicking.  The nine yearlings were huddled together & none seemed too alarmed by the storm.  The adults were all fine as well, so back I went back to bed.  I left for work before daylight the next morning but did take a quick headcount, as I do every day.  When I got home from work, my friend was already at the ranch.  He was in a panic & I just knew something was really wrong.  All he could say was "Little John".  I could see Little John standing 3/4 of the way up the pasture so was a bit puzzled.  As I walked up the hill I could see that he was standing odd & not moving.  I sent my friend to call the vet because I knew Little John had a broken leg.

Sometime during the night, after I'd checked on the horses, the yearlings had panicked & run through a fence.  I could see that two of the yearlings had scratches on their chests so surmised they'd been the first through the fence, knocking it down as the others followed.  Somewhere in the herd of frightened yearlings was Little John.  When he went over the fence a hind leg had to have gone through the wire.  The force of his forward movement stripped that top wire loose from the rest of the wire by 20-30'.  The "yank" of the wire had to have caused the break at the top of Little John's femur.  There was no saving the well loved gelding.

In the aftermath of that tragic day, my friend & I wondered if Little John should have been lost on the day of his birth.  It felt like maybe I wasn't supposed to have been home to save him, if that makes any since.  I was supposed to have been on jury duty for a couple of weeks.  I shouldn't have been home early the day he was born.  Maybe I wasn't supposed to have saved him & that's why he, of all the yearlings, was the only one injured so tragically.  Was his loss as a yearling the balancing of his being saved at birth?  When we go to such lengths to save a foal that would have been lost had no one been home, are we upsetting a natural balance?  Have we changed the course of a fate that needs to be rectified by their untimely, young loss?

As I reflect on Little John today, I'm wondering if going to extreme lengths to save a foal who wouldn't have survived without intervention, is only delaying the inevitable.  Are the saved foals destined to break our hearts when we lose them all too young?  More of our hearts go into the saved foals so more of our hearts are broken when we lose them.  Maybe there's a tragedy in the euphoria felt when a foal survives against the odds.  While I don't regret my saved foals (I would do it again without hesitation), & I love them more than I can say, my heart breaks at the thought of losing them all too young because maybe, just maybe, the balance needs to be righted.          

My heart is breaking.

FV Farrubi & Her Legacies

Years ago, 12 or 13 maybe, I was looking for a new riding horse.  I saw a mare for sale that peaked my interest.  I liked, errrr LOVED, FV Farrubi's pedigree & what I saw of her in her pictures.  But when I contacted the seller, I found out she was pregnant.  DARN!  I spoke at length with the seller about Rubi & something said in passing gave me pause.  It was just a hesitant pause in my mind, but something that would later prove to possibly be a life saver.

I was offered a package deal on Rubi.  I could have her, her 2 year old gelding (if I'd only known his future), & the foal she was expecting.  The only problem was that I wanted a riding horse & didn't want to wait through foaling & weaning.  So I passed & continued my horse shopping.

A number of months later I got an email from someone who had ended up with Rubi.  This person had been told of my interest months earlier & was contacting me to see if I would be interested since her foal was going to be weaned soon.  She was now 1/2 the original price.  Yes, I was interested.  Then that hesitant pause came back to me.

I contacted a couple of Rubi's former owners & what stories they had to tell.  The gal who had gotten her as a 2 year old, & paid good money, had given her away a couple years later.  She told me Rubi was crazy.  The final incident before giving her away was Rubi flipping out in the palpation stocks & eventually flipping over the rail.  Years later I would meet the vet involved at the time & her story corroborated the total flip out.  The next previous owner told me how Rubi would just "flip a switch" & go crazy.  She said there was no warning & there was no "getting the mare's brain back".  After multiple small incidences, the final episode for this owner was a total bucking frenzy that lead to a hospital stay with a severely broken leg.  In her opinion, the mare needed to be euthanized because she was dangerous.  The 3rd person I contacted told me that he was the only person to successfully ride Rubi.  By successful he clarified that meant he was the only one not to get hurt.  He did complete an endurance ride on her, but the unpredictability was just too risky.  He warned me to NEVER get on Rubi.  He said that all the things you do to normally calm & reassure a horse didn't work for her.  Pet her neck & she'd explode, talk to her & she'd explode, basically nothing you did would bring her brain back.  That hesitant pause served me well.  I told the current seller what I'd discovered & that I wasn't interested.  Until two months later...

When I opened that email I knew I was in trouble.  The seller wanted to know if I knew of anyone interested in Rubi as a broodmare only, at 1/3 of what she was originally asking.  That came to 1/6 of the price I had originally considered paying for her.  I emailed the gal back & asked if she would deliver Rubi to me.  To this day I still shake me head.  LOL

I'll admit that Rubi was freaky scary when she arrived.  Yikes!  You couldn't give her a pat or she'd go ballistic.  It was a bit unnerving to go in the stall with her because she'd whirl, her eyes would roll, & over the top of you she'd go, never even knowing what she was doing.  WHAT had I gotten myself into?  She was thin & sick when she arrived, mane snarled & tail chewed off.  WHAT had I gotten myself into?

Samskrit

DC Kid Rooster

Rubi's first foal for me was a gorgeous bay filly, DreamCatcher Fargo (Belesemo Diego x FV Farrubi).  Unfotunately I sold Fargo as a weanling & the new owner never completed her registration.  What a loss as she was a quality filly.  Rubi's 2nd foal for me was a chestnut colt who would become the horse of my dreams.  DreamCatcher Rabulaun (Rabu Farwa x FV Farrubi) was born in 2005 & came into the world a month premature.  I knew I was going to have a tough time saving the foal & was worried about crazy Rubi & what she'd do as I fought to save her foal.  That first night Rubi & I came to an understanding.  If she'd stay calm I'd do everything in my power to save her colt. She was awesome while I milked her & bottle fed her colt. No matter what I did with Launi, Rubi never lost her brain.  Even with many trips to the hospital for surgeries on her colt's legs, she never completely unraveled.  As soon as her colt was safe & healthy though, she was back to her "episodes".  Rubi couldn't handle pressure of any kind & would ocassionally "melt down".  She did come to trust me though, & would look to me for comfort.  I was eventually able to pet her all over & even clip her bridlepath.  But I always kept an eye on her so I could get out of her way if she bolted.  Her 3rd foal for me was another gorgeous bay, this time a colt.  DC Kid Rooster (DreamCatcher Rajiyyah x FV Farrubi) was sold, along with Rubi, to a friend who loved them both from the moment she saw them.  Kid is still the dearly beloved gelding of my friend.  Rubi's 4th foal for me was 7 years later.  DreamCatcher Auryn (DreamCatcher Alshain x FV Farrubi) is a lovely 2013 filly.  All of my Rubi foals have had a quirky disposition.  Fargo was extremely sensitive & hot; Launi is bold & challenging with an ornery temper, but he's also my heart horse & I know he'll never intentionally hurt me; Kid has Rubi's sensitivity; and then there's Ryn, who's bold & has a bit of a temper, as well as a little of Rubi's sensitivity.  To complete my Rubi Red Family is DreamCatcher Carlauni, the daughter of Launi before his nasty disposition got him gelded.  Carli is a sweet love bug, but can be hot & sensitive like her granddam.  She's the one most like Rubi in her temperament, but unlike Rubi, Carli trusts me & looks to me for her confidence.  She does have a temper but, as she's starting to mature at 5 yrs old, she's leaving those temper tantrums behind.  Sometimes I can see the Rubi look in all of their eyes.

And remember I mentioned I could have originally purchased Rubi as a packaged deal?  Well that two year old gelding has grown to be a truly exceptional endurance horse.  Farraba (Rabba Baron x FV Farrubi) was the 2012 Haggin Cup Winner at Tevis, & in 2013 he won the AERC Championship Ride.  Another son, Samskrit by Aur Samari, has also completed Tevis.

Rubi was laid to rest on Valentine's Day 2014.  While she's gone & no longer runs across my friend's pasture, she has left her exceptional legacies for those of us lucky enough to have them in our lives.  I consider myself honored to have had this quirky, hard to know, exceptional broodmare in my herd.

Thank you so much Rubi, for giving me my Rubi Red Family of Launi, Carli, & Ryn.  They are near & dear to my heart.  Without you I wouldn't have them.  Run free Rubi.  Run free with a peaceful mind.