You heard right. The title of this post is an accurate tease. I finally got to and completed a 50 miler
ride. For those who know how long I have been drifting on the periphery of the
endurance sport – doing an LD here and there – this was a major accomplishment
for me.
The background
Long story short of it I am catch riding this year due to Deli being
out in rehab. Who knows if Deli will ever be able to do even LDs again? Her rehab
is going well, but we’ve hit on the issue of saddles. So I’m in the thick of that again: finding a saddle that fits
her given her health needs and fits me and
is not super expensive. So far it’s been an impossible task.
In the meantime I’ve been riding and conditioning my friend “M” horse
Duke. Duke is fairly new to her – a rescue with some possible harsh treatment
in his past (he was likely a dancing horse). Either because of the sketchy past
or for some unknown reason his brain tends to go to some unknown place when
stressed and he pulls like heck. That,
combined with becoming less aware of his surroundings – which can lead to more
tripping/ignoring of aids – means riding him can be like being a freight train
conductor. A freight train that can canter in place when agitated..! He is a
little guy (mustang-arab cross), but very solidly built. Luckily he also has
comfy gaits, so when he is hopping all over the place like a loon you at least
are not being jarred everywhere.
Observe how adorable this guy is:
So I’ve been riding Duke 1-2 times a week and enjoying the challenge
and getting to know him better. The good news is every ride came with some
slight improvement. I hope I have been helpful overall, because there is some
hope that Duke would be the mount for M’s kid, who has also done endurance.
Me on Duke on The Deschutes River trail. |
Two weekends before the planned 50 M and I took Duke and her other
horse, Pepper (who has completed Tevis) for a long conditioning ride. We ended
up doing almost 25 miles out in the Colombia Gorge area. The general idea for
Duke was that because of his pulling and general athleticism, his first ride
should be a 50 rather than an LD. We did NOT want him, with his pulling and
competitive anxiety-brain to get the idea he couldn’t take care of himself. This
conditioning ride clinched it, as Duke still had plenty of juice after that
ride despite doing it at an endurance pace. The only downsides of this ride
were that he got some girth galls and some filling in his front legs after the
ride – two things that were good information to have. Plus, that conditioning ride
was almost 100% hard rock footing so I wasn’t too worried about a little
filling. We could work with that by doing more aftercare on his legs.
The weekend in between (when Duke was resting in prep for the 50 miler)
I went and did a 30 mile LD at Grizzly Mountain on another borrowed horse. This time a gaited TWH named Royal for his
first endurance ride. I had a lot of fun with him – it’s always interesting to
ride a gaited horse and to compare with the strengths and weaknesses of a
trotting horse. I also survived the cold nights of that ride, despite sleeping
in the back seat of my car for convenience sake.
At that ride I also tested my new Hit Air vest and my other riding gear
I had planned for the 50 miler. I also got a cool completion award.
The journey into Idaho and Eagle Canyon
We got up quite early to head over to Idaho, with my husband dropping
me off at M’s place at 4:30am. Our other friend “A” and her little mare Reba
were there and set to go as well. Normally there are more early-season rides
within the 4-6 hour drive distance for us in the greater Portland area, but
lots of ride cancelations meant Eagle Canyon was the one.
We hit the road in good spirits towing M’s living quarters trailer and
the three horses, with my companions loaded up on coffee (alas, none for me).
Due to it being a Friday and a workday for me, I was on my laptop for a good
portion of the drive working. Still, it was a nice change from my normal home
office as I got to look outside and see the Colombia Gorge in all its stunning
beauty roll past as we steadily chewed up the miles.
About halfway there we stopped to let the horses out. Lucky for us
there is a great rest stop with a gravel trailer turnaround and a grassy fenced
paddock for livestock. The horses were happy to get off, pee, have some water,
and run around and graze for about 40-ish minutes. At this stop they were
butt-heads and did not want to be
caught, but we managed it and were back on the road in short order.The horses enjoying themselves at their rest-stop. |
Epically. Taking the trailer fender with it, somehow, and flinging
rubber all over the road.
Now that's an exploded tire! |
We got to the side of the interstate safely (thankfully M’s truck is a
gooseneck dually, so it’s very stable) but found we didn’t have the proper tool
to change out the trailer tire
ourselves. Not to mention, the destroyed fender was beyond repair and
threatening to damage the other trailer tire. M called US Rider to get roadside
assistance – something that should have been smoother than it was. It was
stressful being on the side of a busy road with cars and trucks screaming past,
feeling bad for the horses who were standing around. However, after M finally
got it into the customer service’s head where we were (she was apparently very
worried as to why we were on the side of the interstate! I don’t know where else
you would expect someone to be when they have a tire explode?!) we waited for
assistance. Luckily, the assistance that came, came quickly, was competent, and
cheerful. He also helped us get the destroyed fender out of the way so we
wouldn’t risk popping another tire.
At this point I think we were a little frazzled, but with the tire
fixed we were free to move on. M decided – smartly – to go to the Les Schwab that
was on our route to Eagle Canyon ride camp to get a replacement spare tire. We took this
as an opportunity to offer the horses more water and lots of carrots and apples
in the trailer. Luckily, the horses were traveling well despite the setbacks
and we were not too far from our final destination.
The horses resigned to their fate as we wait at Les Schwab. |
We finally got into camp with what I think was a collective sigh of
relief. It had been a long day already. With the delays for the tire issues, it
was a good thing we started so early! We still had plenty of daylight to set up
camp. I ended up holding and grazing Duke and pepper while M and A set up the
panels.
Eagle Canyon is a smaller ride compared to some of the rides nearer to
Portland, like Klickitat or Mt. Adams. The camp was an open field surrounding
by green grassy hills, with snowy peaks visible in the distance. The grassy
ground was scattered with whistle pig burrows and badger holes, making it a bit
of a minefield, but we managed not to break any legs all weekend! The camp was in an area normally grazed by cattle too, so we had regular interactions with them as well.
With camp set up, A and I decided to do a quick scope of the trails and
get Reba’s and Duke’s legs moving. We just did a quick couple of miles while M
took notes at the ride meeting for us. From what we saw, the trails looked to
be fairly sandy with some washed-out portions and badger holes that would make
the footing somewhat challenging the next day.
Ride day
We got up bright an early ride day, though the 50s were scheduled to
leave at a cozy 8am. My plan for the day was to leave after Reba and Pepper, as
I didn’t want Duke to over-stress himself keeping up with that more-experienced
pair all day. In general Duke tends to be more behaved – and keep his
freight-train brain fade at bay better when away from his companion Pepper.
Duke ready to go. |
Happily, Duke was calm being left behind. We watched till everyone at
the front left and then I walked him over to our makeshift mounting block. He
was UP and cantering sideways from the moment my butt hit the saddle. But I was
used to these antics of his and pointed him in the general direction of the
start line. Later, the vet joked with me that he looked a bit “hot” starting
out and I laughed about it.
Duke stopped bouncing around pretty quickly and we got to work
at a nice working trot down the trail. Right away there were some sections
where the trail cut across hillsides where I felt the need to slow down to
watch for both ribbons and holes. Duke was already listening nicely, though clearly
a bit concerned as to why we were going out into a strange place all alone.
Throughout the ride I was very thankful for Duke’s interesting gait – essentially
he is gaited… when going downhill he
can get into this smooth wiggly gait where he cruises nicely. It feels similar
to the fox trotter gaits I’ve ridden, but I’m no expert. Regardless, it’s
faster than a walk downhill and a whole heck of a lot more comfortable than his
downhill trot can be since he tends to start dragging you down with gravity.
This ride was a LOT of up and down, so every little strength helped!
We fairly quickly caught up to the tail end riders and passed a good
chunk of them. Duke got more excited to see he wasn’t all alone and we got a
good pace in for a while.
One of the canyons views on the first loop. |
The views were incredible... even as we were being blown around. |
At one point in that long first loop (which was 25 miles) a huge
tumbleweed soared up onto the hill and before either of us could react smacked
into Duke’s hind end, getting tangled somehow
in his tail and/or hind legs. Duke is not a very spooky horse. At most
before I’ve had him do one of those minor flinch-spooks. Having a tumbleweed
attack him?! That warranted an all-out bolt spook complete with jumping straight
into the air and kicking out against the offender. He crashed off the trail and
through the sagebrush, with me clinging on (having lost my stirrups in one of
the jump-kicks) the best I could, half-slid off him. Somehow I managed to
calmly repeat to him “easy, Duke. Whoa, Duke. Everything is okay.” Whether that
or me getting a better grip on the reins, I got him to stop, unclipped my air
vest, and got off. Remnants of the tumbleweed were around his hind legs and
tail, though a lot of it had been crunched by his antics.
Poor Duke was shaking, eyes rolling, much sweatier than he had been
moments before when we were trotting along at a working pace. I’m pretty sure
he thought he was being attacked and needed to fight for his life for those brief
moments. It took a little bit to convince him not to spin around me while I
removed the offensive tumbleweed from his tail. Luckily he wasn’t injured at
all, just shaken up. I’m impressed with myself that I stayed on, to be honest!
Taking him in hand because he was still shaking I walked back toward
the trail. I think when he bolted we were actually at a flagged turn in the
trail, so we missed it. I walked him for a bit and then got back on, thinking
by this time that it had been awhile since I’d seen a ribbon. We eventually
turned around and got back on track, but that whole mishap set us back in more
ways than one: everyone we had passed had now passed us, and we wouldn’t see anyone
the rest of the day.
Another upshot of the tumbleweed incidence is that Duke, who again, is
not normally spooky, started worrying about all the sagebrush thrashing in the
wind and particularly the bits of plant life flying around. He started spooking
frequently. His brain was much less forward minded, which is saying something
of Mr. Freight Train pony!
We came in from that first long 25 mile loop very happy to see camp.
Duke took some time to pulse down, which I think was more from nerves of a bustling
pulser area and not having buddies around more than anything else. I ended up
pulling his tack and sponging him (sponging the belly/groin area was
particularly helpful) before he drop to the required 60bpm. We then vetted in –
with all As – and headed for our first rest and the longest hold of the day.
Duke got a cooler because it was still windy in camp and as much mash as he
could eat, while I ate and drank as much as I could stomach.
Duke being a good boy and eating everything in sight during the first hold. |
Before I tacked Duke up I smeared his old galls – which had healed
since that conditioning ride, but were still hairless – with goo to continue to
protect him and rubbed his itchy face down with a damp towel. He seemed to have
perked up from being somewhat demoralized by the latter half of that first
loop.
I started off the second loop on foot, expecting (and I wasn’t wrong)
that Duke was going to be unhappy about leaving the comfort of camp. Starting
this loop Duke would have gone further than he ever had before.
Once I got back on Duke and had convinced him that yes, we were heading
out again, I found this loop very enjoyable. This was the prettiest of the
loops, with the beginning winding and following a lovely creek. There were also
lots of wildflowers and tall grass alongside the trail. And the best part: a
good portion of this loop had us in the canyons and protected from the worst of
the wind. We settled into a steady pace again, with Duke trotting along on a
loose rein for the most part.
Other than another exaggerated spook at a clanging metal sign and a
nerve wracking moment where we were riding down a hill that some local folks were
using as a shooting range for some semi-automatic rifles, this loop was scenic
and more fun. That is until my left calf started hurting. Bad.
I think (which has now been confirmed by consulting with my masseur at
home) that I pulled or tore a muscle in my upper calf when clinging on during that
bolt-spook. When posting the particular way my muscle was flexing in relation
to the stirrup and the rest of my leg gave me some very sharp terrible pain. It
was all I could do to keep trotting at times, and I was always happy for the
downhills because it meant I could throw Duke into his nice speedy downhill
gait where posting was not needed.
Despite how pretty that loop was (and that it was only 14 miles), it felt like it took forever. The last five miles of that loop I felt like we were going at a snail’s pace and that it was my fault due to the painful calf. Duke didn’t seem particularly motivated for speed either, and I think at one point he was feeling a bit depressed about being all alone. I had to get off and walk at several points to stretch the leg out. I tried to time it with when there was long great, at least, so I could pull grass and hand it to Duke as we walked. He also drank great on this loop after not having much interest for that first loop. I’d been giving him electrolytes every 10 miles or so since the start of the day and I think that helped.
At any rate, I came into my second check feeling more than a little
haggard, questioning whether I was capable of doing the last loop of 11 miles
in time as I was defiantly the turtle and the day seemed to be zipping by.
Both M and A were already finished with their ride and actually hanging
out in the pulse area with their ponies when I arrived. Duke, seeing the
company, pulsed down much more quickly and both M & A jumped to help me
with getting him taken care of and vetted. Without a doubt they saved me from
crashing and burning! Duke vetted in again with all As – he was looking much
better than me at this point! It was a short (30 minute hold) and I was so grateful
that M & A were there to badger me to eat and drink and take care of Duke’s
needs. They also told me I had plenty of time – slightly less than 3 hours –
and described the trail on the last loop to me. It sounded like I could do more
cantering if Duke was up for it and make good time.
I brace myself and got back on when the time came. Luckily the break
had done my leg some good and even though I hadn’t felt hungry, being badgered to eat had been good for me. I felt
some of my energy return, at least.
I left for that loop with people in camp cheering for us. I asked Duke
to canter and we cantered out of camp to the whoops of riders who had already
finished long before us. What a rush! Duke had no issues leaving camp at this
point. In fact, I felt completely synced up with him by now.
It’s an odd thing, but the last loop was my favorite loop. I know I
should have been exhausted – and I was still in pain and worn out from that –
but Duke and I hit some kind of groove that last loop.
The light was getting softer as the sun sank. The wind had died down,
and with it, Duke’s spookiness. As promised, there were long stretches of good
footing and when I asked Duke to canter he obliged with his lovely smooth
ground-eating pace. Cantering was the perfect break for my calf and we cruised
along watching the clouds make patterns on the endless folded hills, birds
flying. I felt like we were the only living beings in the world with a purpose
at that time. Duke whinnied at every cow we passed as if to say, “how’s it
going, neighbor?”
You can see the mountains in the distance! |
In another amusing moment there was a point in the flat valley where we
rode past a (still!) large tumbleweed along the trail. Duke spun his but around
at it and kicked out with a squeal. I think he was very proud of himself for “killing”
a tumbleweed on his own terms that time, because the rest of that valley he
felt puffed up, his neck arched despite a loose rein, like a stallion strutting
his stuff.
And Duke – he was amazing! Horses are such incredible animals. I
thought he would be super tired but he perked up for that last loop. He
literally felt stronger that loop than the preceding one! And I know, even
though I was doing my best, that I wasn’t riding optimally with my injured
calf. Duke didn’t seem bothered. For such a little horse he carried me all day
without complaint.
When the footing got more technical and we had to trot I actually
dropped my stirrups and rode without them. At that point muscle soreness from
exertion was not any kind of concern of mine compared to the stabbing of my
poor abused calf muscle.
On those moments when I had to pick up my stirrups I sang to Duke (and
probably a lot of whistle pigs who were embarrassed for me) to not focus on the
pain. I sang the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle theme song the most… because we were Turtles!
We cruised into our final vet check with a little less than an hour to
spare, plenty of time, really! We were the true turtles, with the ride meeting
already in progress when we arrived. Duke vetted in great, with the vet making the
comment that he looked even better than he had on the last check.
With A & Ms help we got Duke settled and I limped over to catch the
tail end of the ride meeting and my completion prize (a hoof pick). All the
Idaho riders were very kind and congratulatory on my first 50. Duke deserves
the most credit, honestly, and I’m immensely grateful I was given the
opportunity to ride him.
The conclusion
Other than the pulled calf muscle (which I really think happened during
the “tumbleweed incident”) I found 50 miles is enough to give me rubs where I’ve
never had rubs before. Next time I will employ some body glide or something
similar to myself and not just my mount!
I actually was not as sore as expected, which I guess is a good sign. But
despite my efforts to stay hydrated all day I certainly got dehydrated. That
was the worst of it – and I think the strong wind contributed to the
dehydration. I love Ms living quarters – I was able to rinse off in her little
shower and feel like some semblance of human again afterward. Though cold water
on rubbed-raw thighs and bits is a new and different kind of ouch that I will try and avoid in the
future!
I’m pretty bummed that the photographer abandoned their post before I
got to them. I guess that’s the hazard of running as the turtle. Regardless, I would
have liked a photo of my first 50 to keep next to my favorite photo of Deli and
I at the Mt. Adam’s LD.
After the ride I put sore-no-more clay on Duke’s legs and put standing
wraps on his fronts. His back felt good, happily.
The next morning Duke was still feeling perky, his back good, and he
was totally sound and pushy about wanting his food (he ate wonderfully all
weekend). Pepper and Reba – they had gotten 3rd and 4th
in the ride – were also perky. We packed up camp and hit the road without too
much fuss.
Ride camp the next morning (many people had cleared out!). |
The ponies at the rest stop (Duke in the foreground, then Pepper, then Reba). |
Duke looking great the day after his first endurance race. |
Lucky for us the drive home was uneventful, including the stop-over at
the same rest area. I was very tied still and napped for part of it. It would
take a couple days to make up my water debt, but otherwise I recovered pretty
well.
So that’s it: I now have a 50 miler completion on my record! I can’t
wait for the next ride and am so thankful for my friends and teammates support
me the way they do. The endurance community is the best niche in the equestrian
sport, hands (and hooves) down!