The Holes Can Hurt You

As I was working with Tweed, the last post synthesized into the title of this one: the holes can hurt you. 

We don’t know where the holes are until we are put to the test, but when they are revealed (and they will be), it’s our responsibility to address them. For Tweed and me, it boils down to fitness (body confidence and awareness), exposure (wet blankets), and the Respect which leads to Trust. 

It isn’t good enough to have 80-90% because that hole, the 10-20% can ruin a ride for both of you. 

So, I started to look at everything with a critical eye: where are the holes and how do I fill them?

If he comes off the trailer looky loo, I give him a job. 

If I go to throw the saddle up and he takes a couples steps to the side, I stop and bring him back. 

If he has trouble with hills, I ride him up and down hills and, like today, even back him down hills to put more emphasis on picking up those back feet, and placing them carefully where I ask.  

I reevaluated the obstacle course, too. Tweed does them all well, except one—the teeter totter bridge. That bridge exposes the holes better than any. He lacks the confidence and trust to do it. I was letting it slide, but then thought, NO, that is exactly the 10% more I’m going for. 

We did that today, too. He started by giving me only two feet, but we were able to get all four feet on by the end and called it good. For now. That’s the best he’s ever done, and I want to build on it. 

We worked hard for an hour and half today, which means tomorrow we can do a trail ride. We did a solo ride on Tuesday, and I found some “holes” around the equestrian campground. 

We walked over the logs, and lunged up and down the hills around the campground, with a couple of horses whinnying for him. It was great practice for focus. This was all done in-hand, but tomorrow we will do it all again in saddle. 

Time to fill in those holes and get to happier, magic’er trails!

I Want It All

I’m upping my game. I have to. The trail work requires more of Tumbleweed, and even me. Its like we were playing, but now we’re training. Don’t get me wrong. It’s still fun, but it’s also more methodical. 

So, this is how it’s going down:

1. He got too fat on pasture. He’s on a diet.

2. When he does a trail ride longer than two hours, he gets the next day off to rest.  

3. On days we aren’t riding trails, and he isn’t resting, we are doing pole work and riding for strength through collection and lots of transitions, either here at home, or the park.

4. Before each ride (or after) we’re doing Masterson Method work and side tail pulls. 

5. When we start our work, or go somewhere and unload, if he starts to look around and lose relaxation, he immediately gets a job. At no point now is he allowed to “takeover.” I have started following that like religion this week. Even if he steps to the side while I’m saddling, I stop and bring him back to where I set him. I found that I was giving him too much freedom and he was taking that as a lack of leadership. He has one job: do what I ask.

6. Lots of hill work, in hand and in saddle. If he acts up on a hill, we repeat the hill until he goes down with collection. 

7. Introducing new gaits on the trail so he doesn’t think we’re running for our lives when he gets asked to trot or lope. 

8. Daily supplements with the addition of Cosequin ASU.

9. Solo trail rides between rides with partners.

This has been the first week of the new prescription, and in some ways, he is already improving, though he isn’t too sure about some of it yet because it’s not his normal routine. He got worked up about the gait changes on the trail and he doesn’t like turning around and doing hills again. He doesn’t particularly like solo rides now either, but they’re good for his confidence. 

I thought all these things through carefully with an emphasis on his fitness and ability to use his WHOLE body. Trail rides require everything from us and it’s not fair to him to be unconditioned. At the same time, it is trail rides that provide the most conditioning, but since we can’t get out every day, he has to work on fitness in between. 

It has made me look forward to winter with dread because I do not want to take that time off. We’re going so good right now and I want it to continue, not have to start again. 

I feel like a drill sergeant, and Tumbleweed looks at me like, who are you and where did you hide my owner? But I see how close we are to the magic, and that little bit we have been missing is his complete surrender to my leadership. I left a little door open, not sure why, probably a hangover from thinking of him as a baby, but now I am shutting it. 90% isn’t good enough anymore. 

I want it all. 

(Hopefully, this post won’t be followed by another one about me getting bucked off! Haha)

Getting to Happiness

Today started out with a lesson, and Regina had us work on getting Tweed’s attention fully on an obstacle before beginning it. The goal is to get him to pay attention to his feet up and downhills. She said he has a tendency to look past obstacles. At the top of a hill, he’s looking 20 feet past the bottom. At the bridge, he’s looking 10 feet past it. Etc. 

It was excellent work for Tumbleweed and paid off on the trails. I collected him before each hill, then released him and let him make his way. He was much more careful picking his way up and down. 

The dynamics with the new horse were different than Tuesday. The companion was a seasoned gelding who has done lots pack trips. Tweed wanted to be right on his butt, and he didn’t mind. We forced Tweed to lead off and on, but Tweed preferred to follow him. (That was an unusual behavior for him.)

So, while Tweed did much better this ride, we didn’t have the same connection we did Tuesday. He wanted to be more connected with Gunner, the golden old boy. I think Tweed would have even liked to join his herd and go home with him. Lol.

It was a 3 hour day for Tweed, and the boy was just so tired!

Is this fun yet, Tweed? It is for me, but I’m not sure you’re loving it.

I have to say, when I groomed him to prepare for the lesson and ride, my whole body and spirit were filled with happy endorphins. He has become my happy place, and I hope he will grow to love our rides as much as I do.  

He seems to want to, and probably will, when they’re easier for him.

An ‘Aha’ Moment

I was curious how today’s ride would go after Thursday’s adventure. I have a lesson planned with my trainer in two days, and we were in contact about what happened last time. She has some ideas to work on it. Her advice for me today was to make sure I warmed him up in the arena first and had him tuned in and listening. (We haven’t done that for the last two rides).

I arrived early and got to it, and Tweed definitely had a little resistance which was quickly worked out. No big drama or anything, just asked him to do his transitions again until he was less pissy about them. 

My friend arrived with her horse, and we stood and talked with another friend, then went out to the obstacle course.  

The very beginning of the trail ride, the two horses were getting to know each other and Tweed was acting reactive for the first, maybe, 100’ of it. My friend’s horse saw a ribbon blowing on a post and reacted to it. Tweed checked it out, head high, then I petted his neck and he took a big breath and relaxed. I asked him to go past and take the lead, and he did, while the companion horse worked through it, then quickly joined us. 

Oddly enough, that small incident worked everything out, and they were both awesome. Tweed seemed to like that Obe, the other horse, had shown concern. Maybe it made him trust him more, like if that horse is okay, the world must be okay.  Who knows. But he had zero problem following him everywhere. 

On our first ride, Tweed was scared of this building below. 

Yet, on this ride, he didn’t seem to care one bit. As you can see, his ears are where they should be, one on me and one on the thing. 

We expanded the trails this time and did more riding along the river, but it was woven into easier trail work. We’d be on the river for awhile, then cut in to the interior, then back out. 

We ended back up at the same spot we were at last week and took another photo. 

On the way back, down a hill, he got to tossing his head and speeding up.  My friend commented that it looked more like barn sour behavior. I think she’s right, and as we talked about it, we realized he thought he was on his way back to the trailer last Thursday when we had that other incident. (I ended up taking him another way that day and not back home).

It was an aha moment for me. 

While there’s no doubt balance factors in, going home is at play, too, and that’s a whole different ballgame, one I have had to work through with every horse I’ve had. 

He didn’t do that badly, but my friend could see how that needs to be worked out before we try some of the really difficult, steep and narrow trails. We can’t have him trying to take the reins and run home. He has to learn the lesson that acting right gets him home and acting out gets him more work and further from home. 

All part of the green horse experience, but overall, I couldn’t be happier with the horse I rode today. We were a little over two hours out, and he was a pure pleasure going over logs, up and down hills, past scary stumps, and along the drop offs to the river. He was relaxed and tuned in. 

We’re making progress fast. 

The Ups and Downs of Up and Down

Oh, trail rides on a green horse. They are so…unpredictable. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, and I could have used some for this ride. But we’re alive and ended strong. 

First off, I didn’t sleep well last night, and grandson came up sick. I barely made it to this ride and my brain was not fully engaged. 

For some reason, I got it in my head to go to this river access point (above), but it has one of the most technical descents. I told myself I’d walk him down it and get him used to that stretch, and we did. All was fine, even though he did a lot of sliding. My friend said he was dragging his feet in back, and he was, and I’m not sure why. Her horse did a little of that, too, so I’m guessing he was trying to slow down the slide or not get his feet up so high that one slipped too far out from the other. At any rate, that was the hardest part of the ride, and he survived. 

So, my friend wanted to explore a trail I’d never been on before. 

When we got into it, it was flanked by dense bushes with a drop off to the river. There was also some kind loud buzzing transfer building beneath us. Oh, and hills. It was so narrow that you couldn’t turn around. Once you’re in, you’re in. He did pretty good until he heard something scurrying in the bushes, then he got worried. After a while down that trail, we finally came to a spot we could tightly turn around, and we did. 

I told her if he’s going to be working on narrow paths with drop offs and vertical descents, they need to be a little more open for now. 

She took those photos above, but they are before we entered the narrow trail. 

Heading back, we had to ascend the same crap hills. On the worst part, Tweed wanted to run, but my friend’s horse was leading. I checked his speed and he told me f-off, for lack of a better word. I dismounted, to be safe, and walked him the rest of the way. At the half way point it levels out, then turns up another steep hill with no turnarounds. I asked to lead, but he was amped up. When we turned up the hill, he tried to grab the reins and run. I checked his speed and he flipped me the bird and got turned around sideways. Once again, I dismounted and had to walk up that hill myself. It sucked in more ways than one. I was sucking air.  

At the top, tired and hot, I mounted again and then did a couple loops in the trees. He came back to me. I had my horse again. 

That was about 1/3 of our ride, so the remaining 2/3’s was golden. 

We went to lots of new places, and some old hills, and he discovered he now likes those hills. In fact, Tweed discovered he likes riding everywhere, but the hills from hell, quite a bit. It’s as if the first 1/3 of our ride was reform school for horses (and riders). 

All told, we rode just under 5 miles, but it seemed like 20, and it was HOT. 

I’m so happy we had a happy ending, because we got to end on a positive note where we were both confident in each other and ready for our next adventure. And they are definitely ADVENTURES. 

Someday, they won’t be. They’ll be boring. While I long for that day, I think I will miss these beginning nail-biter ones. It’s where you bond in blood, sweat, and tears. 

Well, at least sweat. Hopefully no blood or tears. Ha!

Downhill Work

 

Today’s trail ride was solo. My husband went with me, but sat at the trailer and read a book while I went out. 

I didn’t warm Tumbleweed up before we went because he seemed very calm. I figured we’d handle whatever came up in saddle. He had the last 13 days off, due to the extreme heat and smoke, so in hindsight, that probably wasn’t the best idea. 

He’s also out of shape. That snuck up on me and I am going to have to manage his food intake closer. They have pasture and a round bale because the pasture is so dry, but they must be finding enough out there to overeat. 

Anyway, we proceeded down the trail, and I checked in with him regularly with an ask for vertical flexion when he got too looky. I did some work through the trees just because I want him to be supple and paying attention to his feet, but it wasn’t necessary for getting his attention. 

He did great, except those darn downhills. He and I just haven’t gotten our groove together on them. He wanted to angle out on the downhills and kind of blow over to the right or left, like you take a ski hill, cross-crossing. I stopped him with my leg, but it didn’t keep him from trying.  

We ended up doing a lot of hills, small and big, and I think that’s the answer to them. Lots of practice.  Since my grandson started back to preschool today, I will have more consistent riding time. It’s not fair to give him two weeks off and expect him to be in tip-top shape.

Considering how miserable the last couple of weeks have been for the horses and humans, I was super impressed that he wanted to be there at all. It was about 85 degrees today, but felt like 90’s. Afterwards, he was pretty drenched, …and and so was I.  (Please make summer go away!)

I have another trail ride planned for tomorrow with the mare who ran to him. Most of our hills are loose rock and soft dirt, which requires your horse to sit back and even be okay with sliding a little. That sliding is what Tweed doesn’t like. I know some hills that are more solid, and I’ll try to go that direction tomorrow first. 

What is not possible at this area is a completely flat ride, nor should that be my goal, but I will try for as much flat as possible. There’s also the possibility of getting off and walking him down some of the extreme portions, just so he can get the feel of navigating them without a rider first.  

I will do whatever it takes to make him successful, especially since he is so willing to ride out. 

*My friend just contacted me to see if we could add our other friend to tomorrow’s ride. I didn’t know how to answer. On one hand, Tweed has been a rock star so far. But on the other hand, he’s still green and needs more exposure and practice. I couldn’t answer, so I let her decide and she thinks it’s best to keep it at two for the short term. That’s what my gut is saying, too, especially since he’s coming off a two week break. I don’t want to push him too fast. 

Change of Plans

On Friday we loaded everything into the boat for a weekend of camping on the lake, but when we arrived, we found this: smoke. 

The Air Quality Index was at 393: Hazardous. 

There were fires going all along Lake Roosevelt, with a big one, the Rattlesnake Fire, burning exactly across from where we were going to camp. The smoke was filling up the canyons that hug the river. 

My husband, ever the optimist, still wanted to camp 😳, but there was no way I was going to stay there in hazardous smoke and fire conditions. We went home. 

At home, alone, we unpacked the boat and made the dinner we had planned for our camp out: steak, potatoes, salad, crackers, dips, and wine. 

The next day, still smoked in, we decided to take a road trip to Bonners Ferry, Idaho and stock up on homemade chicken pot pies from The Gathering Place. 

These savory pies will help get us through fall and winter when you don’t feel like cooking, yet want something super yummy and comforting. 

It was a two hour drive to Bonners Ferry, almost to Canada, and we never got out of the smoke. So, when we got back to town, we went looking for color at Spokane’s Manito Park. 

The beauty of the late flowers cut right through the dismal dark smoke surrounding us. 

Never have we appreciated color like we did yesterday. Roses, dahlias, cornflowers, —so much beauty and fragrance. 

Once again, life gave us Plan B, C, D, rather than A, and we got “us time” anyway. 

Dreaming of ‘Us Time’

I sent the hair samples via FedEx On Tuesday and they arrived at the lab in New York this morning. Hopefully they are able to get Cowgirl’s DNA from it so that we can move onto the next phase of Epona’s registration. 

Life here in the Northwest is currently blazing hot and smoky. We are hovering around 100 most days, but an end is in sight this Sunday, and I have trail rides planned for Tuesday and Thursday. 

My husband and I are going to take advantage of the weekend to do a solo camping trip on Lake Roosevelt.  I’m more of a B&B woman nowadays than a camper, but I’m kind of looking forward to spending more time under my favorite spot in the world, Whitestone Rock. (And there are no B&B’s that offer the same experience there.) Honestly, I need some quiet time to rejuvenate. 

This will be our goodbye to it until, hopefully, we see it again next spring/summer. 

Since the theme of today’s post is dreaming of cooler days and free time, we have also been planning our anniversary trip for October and have rooms booked for the San Juan Islands. The first stay will be on Friday Harbor. (Above)

The second stay will be on Orcas Island (below). The Inn we will stay at there reminds me of the old Wayside Inn near Boston, where we stayed in 2019. 

I can’t remember what ‘us time’, ‘me time’, feels like, but I have a vague memory of it being wonderful.