…and they’re off!

The boys left for North Carolina today.

Early, 5 am, a phone call that the truck is an hour away.  Fumbling for clothes, through the Starbucks drive-through, make our way to the track and lead the huge tractor-trailer down the shed-rows.  Tico takes one look at it and thinks he’s headed for Mexico.  Mojo loads easily and then decides he doesn’t like being in the trailer all by his lonesome. All the racket makes Tico even less inclined to go up the ramp.  His eyes are huge.  I have discovered, in the last week, just how sweet and sensitive he is, how much he loves affection, how gentle a horse can be.  I adore him.

Mojo seems to have grown – is that even possible?  He’s 7 years old!  He really is almost topping the 16hh mark now and all the months of running around the 4 acres of the ranch have made his big, quarter horse butt, well…. big.  Bigger.  The big red caboose.  Tico looks like a pony next to him.  They are the first horses on the truck, which makes a layover in Colorado for three days, and once they have each other and their hay bag they both settle in nicely.  Now it’s me that’s anxious.

The horses leaving makes it real.  I am really going.  I didn’t know if I could pull it off, but now I’m committed.  Say some prayers for us.

tico

I finally added a page about Tico to the “About Us” section.  It’s been a long time coming but since there is but one computer in this house, with four adults, I almost never have enough time to write.  That will all change in a month and I am so relieved.  Having quiet time again…. ahh…..

new year’s adventure

Eastern North Carolina

I am moving to North Carolina.  In a month.  YIPEE!!!!  I accepted a position as an intern at a mid-size hunter-jumper barn about an hour from the north coast.  It’s a very rural area and not at all a snooty show barn, but it’s just the right kind of barn for me to get back into shape physically, emotionally, and mentally after this incredibly fatiguing year.  I am shipping both of my horses back with me (now, more than ever, I am kicking myself for buying another horse, but then I know I just couldn’t leave Tico in his previous situation, so….) and it feels weird to think about that, being as I’ve seen them so little in the last six months.  Like we’re all going to show up in this place we’ve never been before and look around and see each other – hey, fancy meeting you here!

I have gone up, down, and around about this move emotionally but ultimately feel really good about it.  Folks who know me only moderately well keep asking, WHY would you want to move THERE?  Besides the fact that I have been drawn to NC for about 5 years now, it’s pretty easy to answer:  The people are nice.  The air is clean.  The property values are reasonable.  The land is beautiful.  The weather is moderate.  And there are lots of horses.  Capiche?

I saw my boys the other day and they have turned into shaggy ponies.  Mojo has rubbed the same part of his mane out that I have been trying with little success to grow for two years now, so I am seriously considering roaching the whole thing and starting over, which is basically where he was at when I got him.  When I moved him to the ranch back in March, I had just trimmed his mane and tail into a reasonable semblance of an English horse, but there’s no hope of that now.  Tico’s roan markings are more pronounced with his winter coat but the furry look doesn’t help his general lack of refinement.  If there ever was an Appaloosa who fit the stereotype of “Indian pony”, he’s it, albeit with a pretty great tail.  Ah well….beauty is as beauty does.  I’m just wondering what the barn will think when these two Western boys step off the truck a few weeks ahead of me… Like, Dear God, what did she bring us?  (Actually, it’s the South, so they would probably say, My word! I am really going to have to practice not saying the Lord’s name.)

I should get there, after a cross-country drive via the southern route, a few days before Christmas.  I’ve spent Christmas alone before and didn’t mind, but this year I have a special trip in mind – a pilgrimage to find the wild Outer Banks ponies:

Hopefully I will be able to take some photos of my own.  I have missed the ocean so much since I moved from the North Coast of California down here to the dusty and dry Central Valley, that I am just very excited to be able to spend time by the water, on beautiful beaches, looking for wild horses….

*click on images for more info

dewey who?

Much was made of the brilliant 4 year old filly Zenyatta today as she won the Ladies’ Classic at the Breeders Cup, bringing her undefeated streak to 9 career starts.  The ESPN commentators were falling all over themselves, with comments like, “The Patriots couldn’t do it, Big Brown couldn’t do it, but Zenyatta did!”

Aren’t we forgetting someone?

It really irked me to no end that comparisons were made without any mention of what may be one of the greatest trotters of all time, Deweycheatumnhowe, who was undefeated through his first 17 career starts with a 21-1-1 record in a total 23 starts, has won every major trotting race, has won all three legs of the trotting Triple Crown, most recently won the Kentucky Futurity requiring him to race three heats and win two in one day, and is the ONLY undefeated winner of the Hambletonian, which has been in place since 1926.

Is it just me, or does that sound slightly more impressive than 8 wins?  Not to take anything away from Zenyatta – she is certainly very powerful and her late-closing style of running makes for a thrilling race – but I’d like to see credit given where it’s due.  Harness racing has always been the People’s Sport, not the Sport of Kings, but that doesn’t mean the horses are any less an athlete.  So my congratulations to Zenyatta’s owners, and when she has a few more wins under her belt – like, say, a dozen or so – then I’ll put her up on a level with Dewey.  Until then, she’s just a very good horse.

recovery

Surgery, finally, for my left knee, the one that I originally injured with a spectacular ‘involuntary dismount’ on Mojo 18 months ago.  Since then my knee has gone out three times, each time leaving me on crutches.  So, it’s with utter relief that I am icing the swelling from the surgery on Tuesday, watching endless episodes of Inside Eventing on RFD-TV and finishing up the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Other news:  The 8-hours-in-front-of-a-computer job is over, which means a return to blogging.  And, more importantly, my beloved Tico (Simpatico), the Appaloosa stud that desperately needed an upgrade from his life as a pony horse at the track, is now totally mine and came home last month to my friend’s ranch in the foothills, where he’s living a life of leisure with Mojo in a four-acre pasture.  I haven’t seen Mojo in six weeks and Tico in four, but at least I know they are happy and healthy and in good hands while I recover and move forward.