Tuesday, June 26, 2018

The Greying Process

Carly, you asked, so you shall receive! Here's a photo dump of Griffin's greying process.

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Autumn 2011 (before he was mine)

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January 2012
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January 2012
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January 2012
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January 2012
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January 2012 - evening lighting
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April 2012
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December 2012
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March 2013
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March 2013
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August 2013
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August 2013
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February 2014
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February 2014
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May 2014
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May 2014
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August 2014

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October 2014
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November 2014
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January 2015
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March 2015
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March 2015
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April 2015
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April 2015
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May 2015
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May 2015
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June 2015
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June 2015
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Summer 2015
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September 2015
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October 2015
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December 2015
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January 2016
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March 2016

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May 2016
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July 2016
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August 2016
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October 2016
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November 2016
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April 2017 (whites and highlights of the photo are blown out of proportion to accent the halter for an assignment)
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July 2017
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April 2018
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June 2018

Thursday, June 21, 2018

From the Archives: Life Changes

I've been sitting on this news for, well, months now. Unlike many, I had little to no desire to share my "big news" in a public manner after it happened. But as time has passed and I've told as many people as I can in-person or through direct message, it seemed high-time to share it.


Dave and I eloped on February 2.


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The Story: We were both working our ski patrol jobs and got married that morning while we had extra coverage on the mountain (and before it got very busy). The weather wasn't exactly welcoming  with temperatures ringing in at a balmy -24°F with the wind chill.

I had only told a handful of people we'd be eloping. Of those, I don't think I shared the date with anyone except fellow ski patrol and a photographer friend because it was sort of necessary to tell them. In fact, I didn't even decide on a date until about 2 weeks before!

One of our neighbors whom I'd shared the news with surprised us the night before our elopement with what I've coined a "bride in a box". She worked with a local shop to put together a box full of wedding "necessities": disposable champagne flutes, a bottle of champagne, a veil, some ribbons, a bouquet, a boutonier (I left the bouquet at home lest it become a blackened, shriveled mess upon entering the frigid outside air), and a garter she'd sewn herself complete with some blue ribbon and little snowflakes!

As if that surprise wasn't enough, we have the greatest friends on ski patrol with us. Three of them surprised us with some modest decorations at the place we were married and a cake afterwards! Coupled with the champagne, we were able to have a lovely little "reception" afterward.

Dan, my farrier who is mentioned throughout the blog, married us in a very short < 5 minute ceremony as our friends/coworkers witnessed. We even had our token "wedding crasher" in another friend who was skiing for fun that day. If the weather hadn't been so brutal in the morning (the sun did come out in the afternoon), we would have had a few dozen more crashers because the annual Groundhog Day XC ski from the neighboring XC resort had planned to drop in on us (the owner is a good friend of ours and his son is on patrol with us).

We had a short walk downhill from our ski patrol hut to where we were married - because yes, despite the brutal cold and wind, we were married outside on top of a mountain. Dan led the "procession" followed by our last second (literally) "ring bearer" and "flower girl", the latter of which flung snow from a metal bowl we found lying around.

Following the "ceremony" and the toast and cake eating, we went for our first "ride" as a "just married" couple. With Dan in the horns (term for the toboggan handles), we were put in one of the toboggans we use to off-load injured customers from the hill and taken off the mountain amidst cheers - and [loving] jeers - from our friends who skied and boarded alongside kicking up waves of snow over us the whole way. Oh, and did I mention there were beer cans tied to the back of the toboggan?

After our shifts ended and the mountain closed that night, word had spread around the valley and we had an influx of friends in our tiny little ski patrol building for hours. It was a lot of fun and a very stress-free way to get married.

However, not one to miss a chance to enjoy a good time with friends and family, we're celebrating in the near future by throwing a big potluck. Planning a party is way simpler for me than planning a wedding would have been! I'm so very excited to see so many friends and family in one place very soon.

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And, of course, photos! Credit to Brian Sarfino who braved not only the weather but my camera which he'd never used before this morning. The pictures and the attire of everyone except Dave and myself tells the true story about how brutally cold -24°F is.

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Dan leading the way followed by our impromptu ring bearer and flower (snow) girl
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And of COURSE Taiga and Kenai were involved!
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You can see the banner and our friends in the distance
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Our ski patrol friends - and one wedding crasher (also a friend)
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Yes, despite my smile, I was really f*cking cold
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Champagne and the homemade cake - complete with redheaded girl and bald man (Dave has alopecia) Lego toppers lol

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Solo Conditioning Miles

Saturday morning Q and I headed out on a conditioning ride. I had no idea how the ride would go and told Q from the beginning, "Today's ride will be considered a success if we can find the trailhead access point." This would be the first true solo conditioning ride I had on Q since bringing her back into full work and I didn't want success to be marked by speed, time, miles, or her behavior. Making our definition of success a destination and allowing ample time to reach it seemed a much fairer goal which would leave lots of room for other successes along the way!

To achieve the goal, we had to navigate out of the farm neighborhood, traverse low-travel paved roads, cross a river, and find our way through a maze of gravel roads in a housing development before ending at a trail head within the development. Why go through all of this trouble to find the trailhead? Because once I reach this trailhead I can create loops of 20 and 30 miles or more! Not to mention these trails are some of the least traveled, have easy footing (barefoot friendly), and afford some freaking gorgeous views of Canaan Valley.

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It took a bit of exploration to find our way to known areas from the bridle paths around the farm and adjacent farms, but we did it with minimal fuss and only two spooks from Q. Once we were underway and AWAY from "home", she settled a lot. She was still looky, as she is prone to being, but her motor was definitely powering us forward. Which was great.

The section of paved road we traveled was no issue, and I managed to find my way to the trail head after only a handful of wrong turns/dead ends on the gravel roads. Fortunately, one of the dead ends resulted in a big shortcut back to the river crossing I didn't know about! Travel time straight back to the farm from the trail head using the newly discovered shortcut was 45 minutes. It's a long time to merely gain access to trails, but it didn't feel that long at all! It's a gorgeous trek and adds some mileage to our workouts - always a good thing for endurance conditioning because short loops are easy to find/create while long ones really take some creative thought.

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Overall, Q was a very good girl for her first ride back. We ended up being out for 2 hours and 5 minutes and covered 12 miles. That doesn't suck. Not one bit. I was so thrilled with her forward motor, even if she was a looky-loo. She's currently barefoot, and tackled the gravel roads like a champ. She was definitely not a big fan of them toward the end, but she still powered forward with a big trot when I asked with no fuss. Additionally, I could tell she was thinking through things and didn't spook at nearly as many things as she once did. When she did spook, the vast majority of these spooks were honest and easy to ride.

One particular spook in the beginning before we were truly "away" from home really pissed me off, but I quickly (literally in seconds) got over it. Hard truth: This horse just ISN'T good near home unless we're in a closed in space with walls - like an arena. This is not new news to me - she's been this way since I brought her home in 2012, but it's still something I have a hard time swallowing because Griffin and Stan are so GOOD at home (which greatly facilitates home workouts where we don't have access to an arena). But hey, I'm anal-retentive and love a neat, tidy space and some people are very opposite. Everyone is different and horses have differences, too.

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In an effort to make the most of accepting Q's differences, I resolved that I would work harder to set her up for success. This means no home workouts under saddle unless we have an arena and being patient with her when I knowingly present her with situations I know aren't her forte. She's a much different ride from Stan and Griffin and I owe it to her to treat her as such and adjust my expectations, as well. She has so much potential and the gains we've made in the past 9 months outshine our past troubles with ease. I want to make sure the good continues to overwhelm our time together.

Since the weekend ride, I've gotten Q out for one more solo conditioning ride. My new mindset firmly in place, we headed out to tackle 5 miles and one hella-steep climb. Q had been on the trail before, but it's been two years! She was a huge looky-loo heading out, snorting and blowing a lot, but beyond these theatrics, she was very good. I pushed her forward and kept her feet moving and was very impressed without cautious and foot-perfect she was through some very tricky areas. I praised her endlessly throughout the ride.

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The climb was hard on her which pleased me as she has seemed unaffected by things I've thrown at her during other rides. The terrain (and incessant deer flies) kept her mind and body busy and definitely eliminated any spooking she may have considered for a large majority of the ride. She only spooked hard once after the climb as her heart rate returned to a lower point and allowed her mind and body the ability to fuss more. I couldn't help but laugh at her and say, "Well, you're recovered from the climb, I see!" See, unlike her past spooking, her recent spooks are so much easier to ride - she's taking me with her instead of ducking out from underneath me! This is huge.

Our mutual trust in one another is really growing. I'd told Q during the OD 100 that if she made it clear to me after the ride that endurance wasn't the job she wanted, I'd find a new discipline for her. I don't know that I could call Q "eager" to go out and work, but I do get the sense that she is enjoying the work and having a job again. She's thinking about the task at hand, fretting less about other things along the way, and tuning in to me to make sure things are okay. As a result, I find myself looking forward to riding her and truly having FUN when I do. It's a very welcome change and one I intend to hold onto and improve upon.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

My Plans Sprung a Leak

For me, competing my horses in any discipline is a fine balance of time and finances. Having horses is a luxury in and of itself. Competing them? Even more so. I'm not someone who is driven purely by competition, fortunately, but I do enjoy using it as a test of our current training. And it's so fun to get out there with other horse people and enjoy the community horses create!

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To offset the text, have some pretty photos from recent WV adventures.
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Originally, I'd hoped to get to some of the spring twilight eventing trials at Loch Moy this year. But then my year was slow to start due to weather, work, and life responsibilities and I crossed them off one at a time.

I made lemonade with the lemons I was given, though, and fit in two centered riding lessons! Not quite as fun as Loch Moy, but definitely some great building blocks for us. The things we worked on during those lessons will do nothing but improve our dressage work and all other undersaddle work in the future.

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Sunrise over Canaan Valley State Park

So, I shrugged off the botched start to my year and looked forward to more twilight eventing through the summer. Moving the horses resulted in crossing off the June option, but I wasn't upset about that. The trade of having the horses closer to home was well worth it! After all, more time to ride would = a better turnout at a later event.

Except, well, then shit got real.

The day I was moving the horses was rainy AF. It was a bother at the time but a hidden blessing in that I was able to observe that my truck had some sort of fluid leak. Nothing crazy, but just enough to set a sheen to the puddle where I parked as I loaded everything. It had been in the shop for an oil change, new wiper fluid reservoir, and *surprise* new alternator the week before, so I figured they just didn't screw everything back in re: oil change. The computer didn't read any errors, so I moved the horses without issue and resolved to take the truck in the following week to have it looked at and have them fix another new issue: no matter what the setting, the blower only delivered heat.

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Coberly Sods grazing allotments on Bickle Knob, Monongahela Nat'l Forest looking toward Elkins

You see where this is going, I'm sure. My ideas of a quick, simple fix for my truck were quickly dashed when the mechanic called me to say he was fairly certain I had a rear main seal leak - a leak with some pretty serious ramifications if not addressed immediately. Additionally, some of my wiring for the air system was all sorts of boggled and likely fried and contributing to the other minor electrical issues I'd chalked up to being "old age" in my 2003 vehicle.

As the electrical issue requires a bit more diagnostics, he didn't have much to add about that problem re: cost estimate, but he did note that if indeed my rear main seal is leaking (he's following up with a few more diagnostics to be 110% sure), that will require removal of the transmission in order to fix. Cue much anxiety and gnashing of teeth on my part as he shared the cost estimate for all of the labor.

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Canaan Valley; site of future XC jumps

And so, all of my hopes and dreams of summer trials, and quite possibly fall trials, have been dashed. Because horses are a balance of time and finances and my finances are sorely exhausted. My annual competition budget has basically been spent on the truck used to reach said competitions. Womp, womp, womp.

C'est la vie. I can't change the situation. However, I can put efforts toward upping my side hustle so I can build a meager fund for some competitions later in the year. Until then, you can find Griffin and I having imaginary competitions in the dressage "field" and on our soon-to-be XC course (photos once I finish setting it up!) while Q and I travel competition distances for free on our local trails.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Fussbucket, Powder Keg, & Ho-Hum

As I knew it would, the move has had quite an effect on the behavior of my horses. They've transitioned from life as members of a herd of 10 horses on 28 acres to life as a herd of 3 on rotating 1-2 acre paddocks. This fall, they'll be introduced into a new herd, but for the summer, their world is much different than they once knew. The result has brought some of my least favorite behavioral traits into the limelight during undersaddle work - at least for 2/3 of them. I've taken to calling each horse a different nickname of late, each suited to their behavior.

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Fussbucket /ˈfəsˌbəkət/ noun - a horse who fusses, frets, and worries about where her friends are at all times in such a way that she is frequently startled by inane daily happenings like fence posts, blades of grass, and mud. Origin: Appalachian English translation of "fussbudget"

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A surprise to no one, Q is more of a fussbucket than she's been in some time. Working on-property near Stan and Griffin is going to be absolutely impossible to do with the hope of achieving anything worthwhile. The one ride we had there cemented that for me as she stared longingly at them the whole time, would only bend her body in their direction, and even called to them twice (something she's never resorted to before).

She's always been this way re: friends and work ethic. When we had trail access from the old barn, I knew it would take us about a mile before she'd start to settle and pay more mind to me/the task at hand than fussing about where her friends were. I had a very brief mental break as I rode her (at the walk with many walk-halt and rein-back transitions and attempts at changes in bend) the other night irrationally thinking I would have to give up on her forever because no matter what I try she always acts this way. But then I reined myself in (quite quickly!) and remembered how fun she was when we did the ride with Dan and Lauren a week ago - leading for a far majority of the ride and only spooking very mildly once or twice.

I may not be able to work her undersaddle on-property this summer, but that isn't the end of the world. I'm not giving up on riding her on the property, but at this moment, I know it would result in fights that will setback our progress and if I'm picking battles, this isn't the one where I care to play my hand. There are plenty of nearby trails to work on and it wouldn't kill either of us to spend some time on groundwork. All is going to be fine. This is just an adjustment period and we'll work through it.

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Powder Keg /ˈpoudər ˌkeɡ/ noun - a horse so full of energy that the tiniest brush of your leg will set him off and make you realize that halt to canter transitions are the simplest things for him; a horse who takes great offense to "real work" and insists constantly on hopping in place squealing


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This shithead has too much energy and not enough outlets. He was the main instigator of all play and shenanigans in his old herd. He utilized the space better than the others, running, bucking, and showing off in an attempt to get the other horses to play. If they wouldn't he'd goad them into it by nipping them or humping up his back feigning a barrel kick in their general direction. 

Now he's left with only Q and Stan, who aren't very playful, in a much smaller space than he's accustomed. And I'm left with a horse who has an abundance of energy when I choose to ride.

As with the Q issue, it definitely isn't the end of the world, but criminy is it an adjustment. I've lunged him some pre-ride to get the willies out, but I still had a powder keg under me when we began working. So I put him to work, going through a handful of the exercises we practiced during our recent lessons. Move your feet, use your body, and do it correctly. 

Except, well, Grif has Opinions, yes with a capital "O", about the work quite frequently. He'll squeal, grunt, get light in the front end and the hind end, and my personal favorite (read: biggest annoyance) feign falling over dramatically in which he giraffes his head and nose as high as he can while his left side falls out from underneath you as he flings himself about leaving the rider with the sensation that he's going to crash down on his side until he "catches" himself at the last second and stays upright. It's about as fun as it sounds and exceptionally unnerving.

So, um, yeah. We're working through this. I'm not quite sure what combination of things in my toolbox it's going to take yet, but I'm far from running out of ideas. Worst case, I'll trot his sassy ass across the road and make him climb a 1,000-foot incline and see how he feels after that! (Though he'll probably just get fitter and stronger with his shenanigans. lol) 

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Ho-Hum /ˌhōˈhəm/ noun - a horse who is lackadaisical about every day life, who is generally pleased with (and bored with) the world around him; generally a pleasure to be around. See also: bombproof, plod-along, ol' reliable


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And then there's Stanley. My ol' reliable. He could care less about this change in his life. He gets a daily mash, is herd boss again, has a mare, and the temperatures are cooler with a near-constant breeze. He's happy as a clam and not upset at all about the goings-on around him. 

I keep thinking I should ride him/work him more, but then I ask myself why? He's happy, healthy, and there is no doubt anywhere in my being that he's going to be perfect when he is ridden again. It's just how he is. We have no competition goals and to keep him truly fit, he'd need ridden a minimum of 5 days a week - and I don't have that time at the moment! (And likely won't for awhile.)

I do plan to get him acquainted with a few friends in short order, though! They'll keep him busy and help get his fitness back to a respectable place. All I want for him is to be fit enough to conquer our trails at a trot with a few canter bursts. He loves fast trail riding like that and I want nothing more than for him to be fit enough to enjoy it. 

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What nicknames/terms do you use to describe your horse's behaviors and mannerisms? Do you find that these traits present themselves more in times of change/stress or are they present all the time?

Monday, June 4, 2018

At Long Last

The horses are officially residing in Canaan.

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Their original herd, all bunched together minus Jean Luc when I picked up the "first load" of the day.
(3 horses + 2 horse trailer = 2 trips)

My commute to see them has shrunk from 50 minutes to a mere 10.

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It's as if they were having a "goodbye" powwow.

Riding will no longer be limited to evenings after work between 5 and 6:30pm Monday through Thursday.

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Grif and Q became "load one" after volunteering themselves (aka, walking to me quicker than Stan did lol)

Trails are accessible with little effort straight from the barn again, even more exist within a 5-10 minute trailer ride, and I have a field for my jumps on site (and a pond! - water complex possibilities pending...).

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A very, very bittersweet farewell to this beautiful place we've called home for 6 years

I have ample riding friends who will not only keep me motivated to get out and put in conditioning miles, but who will also help me to keep all three horses fighting fit.

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Reunited in their new pasture

And I even have an indoor to work in during the winters/inclement weather!

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Listening to their new "normal"

Things will change when winter arrives, but the horses will have stalls for inclement weather (a very good thing in Canaan) and will have grain added to their diets 2x a day - a welcome addition for those winter months.

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Enjoying mealtime together, another new normal

Early morning rides on the weekends before diving into other adventures later in the day is going to be such a pleasant return to "normal" for me.

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I've missed the ease of fitting in a quick ride before heading out to mountain bike, rock climb, or whatever else I may occupy my time with.

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In fact, I fit in a short training ride Sunday AM with Dan and Lauren (& Taiga)!

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Only 4.5 miles, but we did it in 45 minutes with >1,000 feet of elevation gain!

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A quick and hardy 1,050-foot, 2-mile climb. Q led for nearly half of it!

And then (!!) I had time to come home, complete hours of house chores, take a 2-mile run, and later, a 1-mile walk (the things you do to guarantee a tired husky puppy - this topped her out at 7.5 miles for the day).

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I look forward to many more rides like this

It feels so damn good to be able to fit in horse time AND accomplish so many other things.

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Post-ride ladies.

Words cannot even capture how over-the-moon excited I am to finally have them home...life feels utterly complete.