Preface: Frizz totally called me a name-dropper (shudder, my nightmare, I swear upon
the FSM this is never my intention!), so I wanted to post my clarification (don't worry, most people find my babbling unclear) from the comments about the previous post (with new, added babbling, naturally!).
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BFF, Erica, ACME, Jen-S...and some dork |
What I do want to share is that there are so unbelievably many wonderful
people in eventing world and by volunteering, you get to spend time
with them and learn from them (dressage judges, course designers, technical delegates, ground jury members, organizers, secretaries). My effort is to raise awareness that even
us smurfies DO matter and ARE appreciated to these people, and to encourage
others to step in and discover that it's not just "working" but an
unparalleled learning opportunity. Eventing is so much more than horses and riders -- as I told BFF, I started participating because of XC (duh). But I stayed for the people.
The photo above is at the XC fence that was sponsored by the eventing forum over on COTH. This effort was coordinated by
the amazing ACME, who I FINALLY got to meet after several years of just missing each other (she lives a mile from the Horse Park; yes, we all collectively kind of hate her, only you can't really because she's so cool).
Check out the great article COTH was nice enough to put together! Moving along.
Pat the Volunteer Coordinator Queen gave us a great fence complex and the perfect schedule (THANK YOU!). Since we only judged the 2* and 3*, we had a chance to explore a bit and then settle in during the morning's 1* runs. When it was time for the blue jumps (3*), just after lunch, the roller coaster of cheering and worrying began.
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You can see the path of hoofprints hugging the curve |
BFF was assigned to fence 17 and thanks to the announcer, we learned that a Muckle Brush is a Scottish term for a "large hedge." Funny, I would have translated it as "terrifying gap in brush barely wide enough for my horse with a huge, face-eating tree in the way." But that's just me. Here, it's viewed from your approach
line: up a small rise and then it drops slightly on landing as well. With the added fun of the large 2* bounce immediately next door, part of the ABC combo we judged later, so I'd say that Mr. Designer was going for an accuracy question here.
Erica and I manned the complex at 18AB.
Meh, what's two skinny jumps? you ask. Well, as your horse's front feet touch the ground behind 17, you have approximately one stride to make an impossibly-short-looking rollback and take three to four strides to the brushed corner at A. Although, if you are Caroline Martin, you will use some kind of elfin magic to line up all three jumps at the perfect angle so there is not even a hint of TURN TURN TURN NOW!!!
I'll be honest, I expected carnage and nervously parked my chair next to BFF, as close as I could get to the face of 17 without putting myself in the "trample zone" if a horse ran out. I have mad first aid skillz due to years of work training, but I'd rather not ever deploy them. From there, I was also next to 18A and the FEI TD requested Erica directly opposite me between the complex elements so we could have a clear view of both flags.
Just maybe, I hoped,
this will be one of those jumps with zero room for steering error that everyone will just ride excruciatingly carefully so I don't have to scrape anyone's eyeballs off of pine bark, as can happen, ahem, BFF.
Up: I was right. With the exception of one rider burying her horse at the base (he saved it for her anyway), it rode like clockwork all day and rather unbelievably, we didn't have a single runout all day through the whole complex.
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Mensa & Michael just three strides before 17 |
Down: As Michael Pollard came through with Mensa, I was so excited to see this incredible horse in the flesh. After sailing effortlessly over 17, they both made the turn and...it was then
I watched a display of great heart. Mensa failed to read the jump at 18 quickly enough, but had such momentum, he had a split-second of indecision at the base of 18A. Instead of spinning into a wicked runout or just saying no, this little bay gave an incredible effort to do his job for Michael.
However, by then, his chest was too close to the upper log and instead of successfully jumping,
he caught his left foreleg on the flag and his chest slid through the brush (the essential element that gave the fence the forgiveness that no doubt prevented a far worse outcome) sideways, dragging his hind end with it. Unable to stop the force of half a horse's worth of muscle and trajectory behind him, Mensa landed with his shoulder on half of Michael (Do. Not. Like. Rider-
Smooshing at my jump!). Somewhat miraculously, I was barely to the fence as both popped to their feet, Mensa to gallop back to the horses gathered at the vet box behind us, and poor Michael to stagger out of the line of fire, despite my desperate attempt to convince him to catch his breath for a minute.
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Michael & Halimey rock the 2* 16AB, looking for C |
Up: Medical was, somehow!, already there and gathered up a rather grass-stained Pollard for in-barn inspection. Mensa was quickly snagged by a groom and both appeared to have escaped injury. Which made it that much greater when, shortly thereafter,
Mango (Ballingowan Pizzaz) and Michael hopped effortlessly through the same line and kicked its ass for 3rd place, followed by placing 2nd in the 2* with Halimey AND the Open Intermediate with Kyra. And if you didn't already love
Pollard Eventing enough, Michael was the first to hit the dance floor that evening at the competitor's party with his toddler daughter and her flashy-light sneakers. Awesomesauce.
Down: Becky Holder and Teddy (Can't Fire Me) looked fantastic and jumped around clean, but Teddy's opinion that show jumping poles are completely unimpressive meant that two pulled rails the day before kept them out of the top ten.
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Nobie & Busta visit Stonehenge in the 1* |
Up: Becky Holder and Teddy (Can't Fire Me) looked fantastic and jumped around clean!!
She also placed 7th in the 2* with a double clear course aboard Frodo of the Shire. And I got to talk briefly with Nobie Cannon, one of her students who got to be amused by my
silent Becky Stalking last spring (doubtlessly why she remembered me, LOL), before she and a seriously grown up Bust A Groove tore out of the start box and jumped a clear round. A more sincere and generous group of women is hard to come by.
Down: I was also rooting for Nobie's compatriot Sarah Beth Anton and Blitz Volo (also in 1*). Sadly, she got dumped in the water, as did Leslie Law on the fantastically named Fernhill Whatever, against whom Encore and I competed in his brief lower level years. Happily though, all parties were unharmed aside from the discomfort of wet panties.
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Wundermaske is WunderWOW with Sharon White |
Up: I got to laugh hysterically when the announcer noted that Nobie had left her saddle in the vet box. Sorry, Nobie, I laugh lovingly -- I would TOTALLY walk off, oblivious that I was missing a huge and obvious piece of my tack, so you are not alone. I also got an wonderful and unexpected surprise in the appearance of Pat (a different one, ha), one of my favourite co-workers from
Waredaca 3DE and owner of the gorgeous
A Bit Better Farm just down the road from Waredaca in MD, whose daughter,
Kelley Williams, a lovely and gracious pro rider, I FINALLY got to meet after years of stories, as well as another unexpected dear friend and her family who live in SoPines, as her husband is often event farrier (this time with his brother) at CHP (if you see him at future events, always tell Adrian thank you, he is excellent, one of the nicest people ever, and so kind to the horses).
Down: Since I couldn't stay for Sunday, I missed seeing both friends and horses who participated in the Horse Trials. Damn you, life responsibilities.
Up: I did get to see Grace Fulton, whom, along with her dad, Steve, and her sister, Savannah, I've cheered for repeatedly at the Waredaca T3DE, as she completed this weekend's 1* aboard Sharon White's Wild Orange. This horse is a stunning mover in the dressage arena and Gracie is a beautiful rider. I feel a bit like I've watched, at least in part, the girls grow up!
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Colleen Rutledge & Shiraz have room to spare |
Down: When Buck Davidson came through on his last 3* ride of the day, Petit Flower, I could see as soon as he landed after 17, he was riding tired. They didn't quiiiiiiite make the turn and the mare attempted the jump, but hit the left corner and slid off, taking the flag down with her. I lost sight of both and was sure Buck had fallen off in the flailing, but they reappeared in proper vertical order. A then-limber (
get well soon!) and very dapper Boyd Martin, who was walking several students around, sprang in and replaced the flag (hey, that's on him,
a jump judge should never step in, barring a safety hazard, until the jump is cleared) as Buck and Flower made a tight circle.
Up: The pair cleared the jump and finished the course with only a small scrape to the horse from the log encounter and
Buck nabbed an impressive 2nd place with his equally impressive veteran partner, Reggie (Ballynoecastle RM).
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TFS + COTH. Yeah, I did, dorkiness has no shame. |
Down: This picture-perfect, sunny day at 74 degrees and a light breeze, strewn with amazing equine athletes at all levels, did not last forever. And Jimmy Wofford went home immediately after the evening pep talk, so I did NOT get to fangirl his signature into my book. And somehow, I was under the impression that team members were going to speak at the dinner, dangit, how did I get that wrong? Nonetheless, a massive thanks is due to
Karen Stives, who used to live in SoPines and who was a title sponsor of this event, an incredibly generous act (
among many!).
Up: I got to spend this picture-perfect, sunny day at 74 degrees and a light breeze, strewn with amazing equine athletes at all levels, with two great friends. It was a MUCH-needed therapy indeed and a very special day in my stress-packed life. Despite times when I feared my head might explode from sensory over-stimulation of exciting things in all directions, I am so glad I signed up and got to be a tiny part of this event on its birthday, which was wildly successful. No matter how late we get home, there is no way to put a price on that.
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The pros at work |