Fall Colors Between Rhio's Ears

Fall Colors Between Rhio's Ears

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Just a Sunny Saturday

You might think I haven't been riding, since I haven't been posting lately.  Actually, in between torrential downpours and city wide flooding, then broiling heat and humidity, I have been riding (some), but not writing much.  To get me back on track, here's a little post on a pretty typical training ride, riding out from home.

Saturday morning we met bright and early at 7 am to beat the heat, though it was already quite humid.  Dawn was planning to come over and ride with us, as we're preparing for Mosquito Run next weekend.  Last minute she picked up a friend, Deidre, and so as Gesa and I were ready before they were unloaded, we headed out to start the ride at a slow pace and check out the status of our short cut hill trail.  Rhio and Paco seemed happy to be heading out, and we took our time, giving Dawn and Deidre plenty of time to meet up with us (they took the shorter road route to our rendezvous.) 

Our normal route heads over about 1/2 mile of trail up a steep hill, then a mile of gravel road, then 1/2 mile down the shoulder of a county highway.  Currently, the highway is closed to through traffic because a bridge (well, really a very deep culvert) which previously carried the asphalt and vehicles over the Lester River was washed completely away in the flood, leaving a monster hole where the road used to be.  This is heaven for us, as although our horses are traffic safe, it is always more dangerous to ride near traffic than without it.  It is also heaven for the bicyclists!  We saw several groups in the 1/2 mile we traveled to get to the final gravel road section before we hit our favorite trail.  Luckily our horses are pretty good with bikes, too.

Our timing was perfect, and we met up with Dawn and Diedre just at the corner of the county highway and the gravel road.  Now a foursome, we picked up the trail and set off to see what damage it had accrued in the rains.  A little more than half of our normally accessible section (we are cut off at the northern end by bog) was in great shape, although it could stand to be mowed.  The long grass makes seeing the footing (and occasional culvert) difficult but Rhio seemed perfectly confident and set a forward pace for the group.  ATVs are not allowed on the state trail, but a few locals use this section routinely.  The environmentalist part of me wants to be annoyed, and perhaps make a stink about this.  But, the equestrian part of me appreciates that their tires help keep the trail open in the height of summer when it hasn't been mowed, and since they do not seem to be the make-huge-mud-pits type of ATVers, I am pretty content with the status quo.  I would also like to point out that when we do encounter them on the trail, they have all been more than polite.

Unfortunately, our trail did not survive the flooding on June 20/21 unscathed, and we were brought up short gazing at a 10 foot wide chasm with a rusty metal culvert laying serenely in the bottom.  There wasn't much time to ponder the sight, as the instant we slowed from a very brisk trot, we were swarmed by deer flies.  Turning around, and motivated by the threat of exsanguination via hordes of flies (and perhaps the 3 weeks of rest he's had), Rhio led us back down the trail at a forward canter, which became a hand gallop, and then perhaps a slightly-out-of-control gallop.  Somewhere Rhio has learned to jump, and we cleared several mud puddles and at least one culvert.  It was really fun, though I wasn't entirely sure he was listening to me.  I didn't hear any shouts from behind, so evidently everyone else was ok, too. (Ok, yes, this is pretty poor horse etiquette, but I knew these ladies and their horses could handle it.)  Back under control, we took a left turn and headed up to the county road works building, where we could skirt around to come out on the county highway again.  Normally we would turn around here, but with the road closed, we decided to make a loop out of it, and headed back to our earlier route via the road.  A walker and some gardeners seemed a little surprised to see us clip-clopping down their normally busy road.

Homeward bound, Rhio was still revved up and ready to go.  Our 11.1 miles in 2:17 for a 5.2 mph average pace didn't even take the edge off, and he's going to be rocking and rolling at Mosquito Run!  I better eat my Wheaties for breakfast on ride day, since we are NOT planning to race but just to ride.  Maybe I should tape this message to his stall door for constant exposure (you know, like sticking a post-it on your mirror with your dreams and goals.) 

Thank goodness Rhio didn't even think about jumping this!  It's way out of our league.

My lovely companions - Deidre, Dawn, and Gesa riding Danny, Secret, and Paco.

2 comments:

  1. The weather you get is amazing. We'll have no rain till October! It sounds like the good and the bad, with being able to ride by the road, but the trail washed out. I love your description of galloping home, not sure if you a have control, and hoping your friends are coming along! That's my rides too, I figure people can just yell if there is a problem!

    And Rhio sounds ready, just hold on he says, I can do this!

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  2. Yeah, it's fun when you know you can trust your horse, even if you are a teensy bit out of control :) Our last two rides have been a 75 and a 50, but we are only doing 25 this coming weekend - so my worry is that he won't settle down. We have a new rider riding with us, and I don't want to teach her to "race"!! So hopefully Rhio will listen to me.

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