Since on the 8th day, almost everyone rested, I wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you.
The experience has been very different from what I expected; it's not about jumping bigger jumps or doing fancier moves. Instead, it's about teaching me to ride my horse more correctly, to communicate with him more clearly, and to send me home with more tools than I arrived with. It took me a while to figure this out, but when I did, I quickly saw how much more valuable it was. Since I don't take lessons regularly, the more effective and educated a rider I can be, the better equipped I am to bring Encore along once I am home alone again.
So thank you, Becky, for giving me what I really needed instead of what I thought I wanted -- anyone can raise a pole, but it takes good eyes and good instruction to get me and my horse to approach that pole rounder, softer, stronger, and more adjustably.
Laura is studying mechanical engineering.
Thank you to Sara, Laura, Sara Beth, and Nobie for showing me what awesome working students actually are. Three girls are in college at the same time as they are working from sunup to sundown, keeping a steady stream of horses groomed and tacked and ready for Becky, as well as riding their own. They take summer courses, online courses, and courses to get ahead in school so there is a bit of time for the horses. I'm pretty sure these four are your "top of the line" students; I feel like I need to take a nap for them, they work so hard! There is no "I must have the latest fashion" or any other fooling around -- it's all workmanlike, no drama, yet friendly and generous teamwork. If any of y'all happen to read this, I'm impressed, ladies, and thank you for letting me creep around like the wide-eyed dork that I am.
Mr. Shiny's favourite minion: she's awesome.
Thank you to Amber, who drove down from Raleigh for the weekend to be media manager and great friend. She was able to capture possibly the most valuable part, our long lining session, so I can study it 100 times later, and was a collaborating witness to large-scale white-girl dancing at the farm party!
Thank you to Encore for trying so hard and showing up to work every day. Solo, bless his heart, would not have made it through this; his back would have been sore by day three and he would have been flat wore out well before Sunday, even at his fittest. Encore is lucky enough to have the young TB magic and has been tougher and sounder than even I thought he might.
The mom hangs out with the Cotopaxi volcano in Ecuador
Most of all, thank you to my wonderful mother for this amazing gift, which I never could have achieved on my own. All of you may have some assumptions, but I can tell you, she is not wealthy either; she has given us this gift anyway out of love and it makes it mean that much more to us (well, I don't know if Encore has any feelings about it one way or another). None of the wonderful presents she has given us come from some bottomless pit of money or leisure; we have yet to discover the fabled money tree which solves all woes!
As I've said so many times before, nothing we do happens in a vacuum and that is why (ok, aside from it's just fun) I refer to our venture as TEAM Flying Solo. Without ALL of the people who teach and vet and shoe and support and even send us well wishes, we would be nowhere and I never for one second forget or take that for granted. I work very hard, but I am also very lucky to be able to take even this crazy version of the journey that is reaching for your goals with a powerful, game, kind, yet ever-so-fragile partner galloping along with you.
Monday is break day. Well timed, as a windy, cloudy sky settles over us and makes for a good day to sit by the fire.
But Sunday was time to put together what we'd shown Encore during our first lesson and during his long lining session and see what we had.
The grey wunderkinds look on bemused. Who is who??
The wind had changed direction and was blowing the fresh scent of the neighbouring cattle our way, so Encore was on high alert. Add to that, the previous horse had dumped her rider (rider was unhurt) and hightailed it at Mach 10 back to the barn. We tried to head her off but she gave us the finger and roared by, leaving Encore puzzled as to what the fuss was about. I was left wondering if there was any chance I'd get a soft, round horse out of this.
Determined to stay focused, I started with our turn on forehand exercises we'd learned earlier in the week -- we've been practicing them before our lessons every day and Encore is getting much quicker at giving to them and I am getting better at keeping him moving forward into that give. Suddenly, I had this lovely round walk beneath me and I began to feel a little hope for our afternoon!
Becky did not have us perform any special technical exercises this time; we just worked on creating quality within the gaits and enforcing the new Dressage World Order, since Encore had shown us he was perfectly capable in his long lining work.
Within the trot and canter, we just kept asking him three things: (1) Move off thy inside spur. (2) Go forward with thy hind legs. (3) Give to thine contact. Three commandments of dressage.
The tricksy part was knowing when to push for more and when to give and move with him. Becky would have me sit, collect him into an eensy jog trot, leg yield him out and apply contact, pushing him into both to soften him. Then, when his topline opened and relaxed, post and start pushing him forward over that line. All while keeping your hands very steady, NOT throwing the contact away, and finding that hair-thin zone between riding into contact through resistance and just pulling his head around.
At the canter, keeping him slow, again, I would sit, apply leg and contact, engage the core and thigh, and compress him, then immediately when his balance shifted and/or he softened, to relax and follow his motion forward.
Sara (working student) and Winston have more fun than Encore!
He was trying very very hard, but he still opined that the new rules seemed rather demanding. He quickly figured out though, that life in compliance was much easier and less annoying and produced some VERY nice work.
I am so sad I was unable to get video of it; I guess I will have to reproduce it at home, ha. But we were putting together elements -- Becky had fine-tuned my aids in our first lesson, then showed Encore the correct response on the long lines. Now we were adding them up to equal more productive and successful work. Building blocks were beginning to make a structure, one that is hopefully portable and doesn't blow out through the trailer slats!
A warm beautiful Saturday meant it was time to revisit our XC skills and work on some drops. Apparently, my signature zombie move when dropping off a bank is neither correct nor effective. Colour me shocked. *sarcasm font*
I had expected to mount a very tired pony after his attitude in the long lining pen yesterday, so I hopped on with the intention of doing just a little lateral yielding to get his hind legs moving. Instead, when I asked for trot, I discovered someone had slept well indeed and I was sitting on a rocket, ready for launch!
A little N table on the ridge
The exercises were basic -- a few simple warmup lines, small down-banks, some accuracy questions, and a drop into water. But the theme throughout was optimizing my position and eradicating the zombie.
Upon approaching a drop question, the horse needs to lower his head to examine the jump and then execute it, so my challenge was to make sure I let out the reins upon approach so when he needed to lower his head, the space was already there. As he jumped, I was to focus on keeping those hands down, shoulder back, and give him freedom to do his job.
Drop it like it's hot...with lower hands.
A few skinnies asked a similar question -- keeping Encore straight, as soft as possible, and keeping my hands on his withers the entire time. The drop into water carried it one step further, making sure I did not choke up on him, which would then have him approaching the drop with his head in the air instead of down and ready to stretch over the edge.
Although we often took about 1/2 a mile to stop after each jump, it was great fun to have another go at XC when he wasn't fearing wild beasts (I'm sure having a schooling buddy helped!) and he put on his best bold, clever hat for the day and worked through it all like a pro.
It was a nice way to spend the afternoon before chilling the beer and readying the food for the annual farm party -- yes, live band included! All I can say is that eventers of all ages have no issues with climbing up on those picnic tables and showing off their mad body control, shaking what their mommas gave 'em!
Our last lesson before his day off will revisit our dressage. I have no idea WHAT to expect from him at this point as far as energy level is concerned. It's very warm today and the wind has FINALLY taken a break, so hopefully I won't have quite the brick-mouthed machine of XC inside the little white fences!
It's hard to believe we only have three lessons left. I have no words to encompass what an amazing opportunity and what a good, hard-working, hilarious, and genuine group of people I've met. The real world doesn't seem to appealing; I'm in no rush to go back!
With each day of surreally amazing experience & knowledge streaming in front of me, my brain gets progressively more loopy (a terrifying thought, that it becomes more loopy than normal). It feels a bit like Cookie Monster with a funnel down his throat -- "me love cookies, but me can hold no moooorreee..."
Friday morning brought several not-to-be-missed items on the schedule, so I mashed real-world duties together quickly & scurried out to resume dutiful creeping.
Up first was a 5 year old mare, a lovely dapple grey named Greta who had come with severe contact avoidance issues, including backing & signature mare fits like mini-rears & insistence that such feats were simply not possible. She was assigned to long lines & then a short schooling ride, so I had particular interest in watching the process again, given that Encore & I would perform it later this afternoon.
Suffice it to say, Mme. Greta does not appear to have contact issues anymore! She did a lovely job & Becky was kind enough to talk me through as she worked. The long lines had helped her along to a real horse breakthrough; in the pen & the consequent ride, she looked steady, duly educated, & confident in her new abilities. Becky helped her figure out the right choices by many kind words & pats along the way. I got even more excited about our later lesson.
Up next, I volunteered to be "pole bitch" for two gymnastic rides. First was RJ, whom Becky described a rogue novice horse that she was beginning to consider keeping, as he reminded her of a young Comet! I'd met him in the barn a few days earlier -- an adorable chestnut gelding with a white blaze & a huge, goofy personality. I am sure that whoever grooms for her would be THRILLED if she finally brought along a brown horse...
I don't think he's a rogue anymore...
Then came Teddy (Can't Fire Me). He is such a neat horse to watch, with a very professional attitude & a "what would you like from me?" demeanor. Oh, and he can jump a little too.
Standing a foot & a half from the line, I really got a feel of how much power & pace you have to bring to a 5' jump. Watching, it often appears as if the horses are just rocking nicely along. When you are close enough to feel the breeze as they pass, it becomes clear that a massive amount of energy has been created, compacted, & channeled to fuel these big jumping efforts...and make them look easy.
Much to a tired Encore's dismay, his moment had arrived. Becky watched me longe him briefly to get a feel for how he responded to my body language & how he worked on the line (thanks, buddy, for throwing in that belligerent kick; your opinion has been noted...and ignored). Then I turned him over.
She started him on a straight line setup to get him use to the line contact. Her system is not dissimilar to vienna reins, but allowed you to push them up into a steady contact & "ride" them with a live connection from the ground.
The warmup setup.
He quickly figured out what was being asked (although not without some comments of his own) & it was time to move on to the real work by adding a bit of leverage to help him find his shoulders & open his topline. Junior was trying very very hard the whole time; I was really quite proud of his efforts!
Working setup.
After Becky worked him a bit, she handed the lines over to me, at which point I proved that I can even hang on the left rein while on the ground -- hey, we all have to have skillz. It was surprisingly difficult (look, uncoordinated people can own it) but I was amazed at how much softer & "rounder" he felt in the contact. No more brick mouth! Becky felt confident that this would really help him understand the contact & how to relax & really swing through his back & body, so we will DEFINITELY be taking this one home (and practicing where no one can see me trip & fall).
It took a lot of focus to balance the feel on both reins & not crowd him too much in the bridle all while pushing his hind legs ever forward. As we finished, he gave both Becky & I quite the look as he stood immobile, praying that if he just didn't move, it would be over: THIS is my easy day??? Bless his golden heart, he got many pats & snacks & went home early to nap.
Next we'll have another XC school, only this time, we'll be riding with a lovely friend of Teddy's part-owners who I've had a blast talking to the past few days. She has a gorgeous, catty little firecracker of a mare & I look forward to the fun! It will also give Encore a buddy out in the tiger field, which will help him immensely, & give him plenty of breaks so he only has to work in short spurts. Monday will be his day off; hang in there, buddy, we are almost to sleep day!
It was Pi Day! But I forgot to get pie to celebrate, sigh.
The days seem too short, even as they technically get longer! Although I am determined to catch more morning schools now, to heck with real world duties!
Today was a mini XC school -- we've gone through the three disciplines I think so Becky can get a feel for Encore and where he is and how he ticks. Simple exercises to establish and focus on the basics.
It all began well enough, with Encore cruising in a lovely, round rhythm through yesterday's cavaletti bounce. I could feel he had definitely used some energy in the past two days (haven't we both!?) but I'd stretched him in warmup and he still felt solid.
It was a short loveliness.
I felt his body stiffen as we paused to listen to Becky and his head whipped towards the barn up the hill. It was the "OMG WARNING DANGER CONCERN!" body language and his ears (and brain) trained like a laser away from me to whatever silent menace he perceived.
I moved on to a simple jump series of BN bench/cabin-types, then added a N table. He jumped but his focus remained elsewhere. We were a hot mess the first time through and required some putting back together.
Two mares at the same time! Lesson in leg yield.
Normally, it is not difficult to keep him up and in front of my leg as long as I concentrate, but now, I was riding Solo -- pushing him up into the contact and having to work for it. No fair spoiling me then taking it away, horse!
We moved down to a wide ditch, but at this point, his brain had hit rolling boil and it appeared we were being stalked by a saber-toothed tiger. He probably did not appreciate us laughing at him, but sorry buddy, work trumps invisible tigers.
So it took some coaxing to cross the ditch, but cross he did, although by braille a few times. We continued to walk across it until he jumped it with some semblence of order. Since he remained intent on his perceived predator, I had to compete hard for his attention to bring him back to walk each time. It was extremely helpful when Becky had me lower my "whoa" hands from my shoulders (I know I'm not the only one whose hands come up when trying to stop the mildly desperate horse) to Encore's withers. It helped lower his energy as well and bring him down more quietly as I kept my hands low and quiet and he finally began to relax a little.
A few exercises through the water and surrounding mounds and cavaletti followed, all very easy for Encore, but my job was to keep my position solid and still and my hands low over the rolling mounds and jumps.
We've all enjoyed this streak of Carolina blue skies!
Whatever it was he saw, he remained certain of its need for attention the entire time, so the lesson itself did not involve as much complexity as I might have thought. However, it was a VERY valuable opportunity to have Becky there on a rare occassion when he does mentally vacate (I can probably count the times he has done this on my hands), as she was able to tweak my body language through my hands and core to help quiet him instead of ending up in a fight with him. Because he is not trying to avoid work and he is a very honest tryer in all things; he simply got sucked into the horse parallel mental universe where invisible monsters live.
And now I am laughing because I bet to any horse owner, that insane-sounding place description elicits a completely blase, "Oh yeah, I totally know that universe."
Next on the syllabus: long lining - the magical Holder way.
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