Far-A-Way Easter Carnival 2017

I laid awake intermittently laughing and sobbing over the loss of an extra half hours’ sleep, at least it would be a funny story one day…


After two successful training rides to begin our 2017 season, we were in full swing and ready to get to work on our open rides. We had so many goals for the year, starting with getting Aston through his first ride back (check) and Rock through his first rides ever (check and check) and making sure Mizzy was back to himself after the minor injury that had ended his 2016 season early (check again!). Koda and Vegas were having an easy go for the start of the season. The only horse we didn’t really have any major goal for in the short term was Sirahh – ironic, really…

We were off to the annual Faraway Easter Carnival for a few days. The goals for the weekend came out swinging once we had sat down and nutted out the plan. Adriana would attempt to tackle the 120km mini-marathon with Sirahh. Kat wanted to take Vegas around a couple of steady 40’s if she could get there. Bec would attempt to get herself to open while piloting Mizzy around his second 80km. Chintzia was eager for her first 80km which she would do aboard Aston. And lastly, I would ride Rockstar in his first 80km.

Ready for Day 1

Faraway has been unkind to me personally in the past, but I make it a mission in my life to fight back. I was determined to have a good weekend – determined! We (myself and Spencer) headed down to Imbil on Friday the 14th of April with Rockstar and Sirahh aboard so that Adriana would have time to nominate and vet in for the mini – she had a plan of colourful outfits for each of the three rides through the weekend! Rock would spend the day learning about staying sensible when your friends leave you – a lesson he was in desperate need of!

Early on Saturday morning I got up with Adriana to help her saddle up for her first 40km leg of the mini-marathon. I walked Rock away from the yards once Adriana was mounted in an effort to help him settle – by the time Sirahh went by the outer gate he was happy enough to call out to him before digging back in to his breakfast bucket! IT felt odd having only one horse chowing down in the row of five yards. Adriana and Sirahh were back from a steady ride around the first leg at almost half past ten. Along the way they had found some friends to ride with so Adriana was a happy chappy!

After a successful vet-through, we settled in for a nice calm afternoon of waiting for Kat to arrive with Vegas – Kat owned her own single float now, but she had no car to tow it so a friend was driving down to drop her off and her dad would come back to pick her up for the return trip. She was nominated and vetted in for the 40km that would start with the mini-marathon the following morning so that gave us something to do that afternoon!


The next day, I again got up early and helped get the horses ready for my friends – and walked Rock away while they headed off. Adriana was bedecked in purple for the second leg – it had been pink for the first – so pretty, poor Sirahh! Vegas was keen as a bean with Kat aboard and I was glad that Adriana had company since her riding partners from Day 1 had withdrawn. They plodded out nicely together – though I think Sirahh was a little confused about going out again…!

While they were out and about I hung around camp waiting for the rest of the team to arrive and walked Rockstar around the grounds every hour. Chintzia and Bec were due to arrive with the other horses during the morning. The yards were ready so the horses would be able to go straight in for a nibble when they came off the float at least – and Rock would appreciate the company even though he was surprising me with his composure at being left behind by his friends for the second day in a row! He was usually such a stress head, it was nice to see him handling things so well for a change.

Bye friends!

Day 2 of the mini saw Adriana and Kat finishing after a ride of 5 hours and 21 minutes with one of the more challenging legs but they had a marvellous (no pun intended) time. Both of the horses plugged through vetting nicely and with the last of our team arrived we decided it was time to nominate and vet for the Monday 80km. The horses all looked great and Rock had certainly benefited from being at the ride base a few days early!

Day 3 of the mini-marathon would begin at 6am again, while the 80km was intended to start at 4am but it was eventually re-scheduled to being half an hour earlier. The surviving 320km marathoners were due to begin the last day of their grueling challenge at 2am so I set my alarm for 2.30 knowing that an hour before ride start would be more than enough for me to be ready – I usually sleep in my ride clothes the night before a morning start to save dressing in the cold! Adriana had already had an alarm clock scare, so I was setting not just my alarm but Spencer’s and my mum’s also, just in case! I managed to fall asleep easily enough for once.

I was woken by the sound of hoofbeats on the road passing our tent and I swear I hit the roof – literally, I hit the roof of the tent. It look a split second for my brain to register that it was the marathon riders leaving, but the surge of adrenaline that had thrown me sky high had me very much awake now! I laid awake intermittently laughing and sobbing over the loss of an extra half hours’ sleep, at least it would be a funny story one day…

We three 80kmers were up and about and ready to go on time. There was a brief struggle with Aston’s hind boots – he was never fussed on them, having them fitted in the dark was not helping – but he was such a troll for the farrier having just his front shoes done that I would never ask for the hind ones, so boots were the fallback option!

We jogged into the darkness, lights bobbing in the fog. It was the same leg that Bec and I had done a year earlier in her second 40km, it had seemed more difficult then but looking back I suppose there were reasons for that. The horses were fresh and happily plugging through the kms and we made it a good 15kms before we hit a hurdle. Well, we didn’t hit anything, and it wasn’t technically a hurdle I guess – it was more of a projectile and it almost hit me! Mind you, I wasn’t sure what was even happening, all I knew was that Aston appeared to suddenly spook or buck and then bolted!

He spooks, he’s been known to rear on occasion, but he’s not a bolter or a bucker so what the hell had happened?! And what was that thing that had whistled past me in the darkness?? We all managed to pull up and a quick survey revealed that one of Aston’s boots was gone and the other was hanging by the strap, flapping but loose on his ankle. Justified spook and bolt, I’ll admit I’d have probably reacted the same way had I been him!

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Bec held Miz and Rock while Chintz and I wrestled the broken boot of the very kicky Aston. Thankfully there was no damage done to him and we somehow managed to locate the lost boot a few metres behind – in the dark. I strapped them both to my saddle, said a quick prayer that Aston’s hind feet would be tough enough, and on we rode…

We managed to complete the first leg in a little under four hours. The horses had managed well enough, but Aston and Rock were holding the heat. They took a little longer to strap than Mizzy, but they made it through and we got them back to camp for a rest and a feed. Adriana was out on track for the last leg of her ride – Spencer was all ready for them to come in to strap Sirahh.

We headed out on the second leg a little before 8.30am – it was already getting hotter than expected, I was starting to worry that Aston was a bit fat and might struggle with the heat, which proved a necessary worry because by the time we hit the 30km mark we had to slow way down. He had struggled up the hill and now refused to drink. His skin was rippling and he was panting but we had no reception and by now we knew we were the last on track – I knew where we were, I knew how far a walk it was – it was time to get off and take our time.

After another couple of kilometres we decided it would be best for Bec and Mizzy to ride on ahead and finish – who knew how long it would take for us to get home, but I refused to risk pushing Aston. He had perked up now that we were walking in the forestry and he was eating at every opportunity we offered as we briskly walked along – but my gut told me to keep him steady. I was pretty sure we’d not make it back by the cut off time, but I didn’t want to stress my sister out by telling her that – it was already proving a much tougher first 80km than I’d hoped she’d have and she was desperately trying to take care of her horse.

As soon as we walked into a spot with reception I called Spencer back at base to tell him that we were walking as much as we could and would hop back on to ride a bit more soon. He relayed the message to the ride base so that they knew we weren’t lost – he called me back shortly after to tell me that the head vet was on his way out to the last checkpoint to check Aston over for me quickly.

We made it to the checkpoint at a steady jog having got back on a couple of kilometres earlier. We were met by the vet who assessed Aston and said he was okay but we would need to be careful – time was not on our side. We had to hurry back in to beat the clock and we only just made it – with ice and water dousing them both, Rock was soon ready to vet, but Aston’s heart rate just wasn’t dropping enough. After fifteen minutes Spencer took Rock and my ride number to vet him in before he spiked, I managed to catch a glimpse of their trot out while I kept on working on Aston – I hoped that he at least had made it but I couldn’t be sure.

I strapped Aston to the last possible moment. The last time I took his heart rate I had read it at 59bpm – the allowed rate was 60bpm. I prayed and I prayed but it wasn’t enough. As he stood in the heat with no water on  him, Aston heated up again and he was read at 62 and finally 66bpm for a vet out.

I was devastated – and I wasn’t even his rider. My poor little sister had just vetted out of her first 80km after struggling through, loyally working with her beautiful horse, to end like that was so awful. Rock had somehow made it, but his success did nothing to dull the pain of Aston’s vet out. The only silver lining was that he was sound – his old injury had not flared up at the very least and he had managed to survive the terrain without shod hind hooves. A testament I think to my 13 year old sister’s determination to keep him on safe ground the whole way around.

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Adriana and Sirahh had vetted through sound in the mini-marathon. Bec and Mizzy had made it through the 80km and finished about 45 minutes before we had come across the line. Rock had made it through. We were 4 out of 5 completions so looking back I suppose it wasn’t that bad – but it didn’t feel like it that day as it happened. The head vet came and checked on Aston again before we left at my request – he happened to be the same vet that had treated Bart several years earlier on the worst day of my life, so I think he knew how stressed I was. He even called me on the way home to check how Aston was travelling, and again a couple of days later for an update. It was nice to have someone who really cared checking in.

It was a harrowing day – amplified by the horror of the journey home that had us detouring two hours out of our way to avoid being caught in the traffic jam caused by a serious car accident that blocked the highway home. I don’t even remember getting home, but I know that when I woke up I had Aston and Rock at home so I hadn’t made it so far as to take them back to their paddock. Imbil had kicked the stuffing out of me once more – but I wasn’t beaten. I’m not beaten. That is endurance, after all.

Let 2017 Begin!

Barely five kilometres in and I was already feeling burning thigh muscles as I realised just how unfit I was! 35km to go…

2016 was a grand year for us as a team, but 2017 was set to be so much more. I don’t really believe in the fortune cookie thing, but I got one before the first ride of the season that read “This year will be fruitful” and by golly was it ever. There were lows, but the highs were high.

We started out the year at the Stirling’s Crossing Education and Training weekend in February. We had been working hard over the summer training my big bay gelding Aston, he had paired up beautifully with my sister who was looking forward to attempting her second 40km ride and Aston’s first since his injury in 2014. We were focusing on getting Adriana and Sirahh ready for their attempt at the mini-marathon over Easter, I was legging up a new horse for his first ever ride and Bec was starting her second season aboard Mizzy.


First day of 2017 – ready to ride Rock!

I’d purchased Rock late in 2016 and he had been more than a little bit of a handful. I actually turned him out for about six weeks just to get the crap out of his system – he was hyped up on an inordinate amount of feed while not getting any ridden work so he was up to his eyeballs in protein that was sending around the twist! I hadn’t even been able to get a saddle on him the day we bought him, he was a complete lunatic, bucking and carrying on as if he hadn’t been broken in – he had been, I’d spoken to his breaker and seen footage of him under saddle for the first time. But the horse in my paddock was nothing like the calm horse in that video – he was identical in appearance, but the Rock in front of me was a nervous wreck.

Mizzy 2017 – growing up!

It took time and a lot of work, but within three months we had turned him around. I was riding him in training, and apart from the occasional pigroot he was fantastic. He had a long way to go as far as balance and cadence went, but he was at least able to be saddled and mounted safely – I was not sure how he’d go at his first ride, he was still reactive and sensitive and terrified of the float, so it was going to be an interesting ride for me at least.

Aston and Chintz were going well in their training, but Aston is quite a hot horse and I was concerned that the heat of the weekend might affect him so since it was early in the year we resolved to take it easy, aiming for a slow and steady ride.


The weekend approached and it was indeed a warm one, as expected. We loaded up the horses and headed to the ride with a thankfully uneventful trip – until we arrived at ride base and Rock decided he’d had enough of being on the float. It was only his third time on board one since I’d purchased him and he had traveled much better than I’d expected, but we had apparently waited too long to unload him and he was done waiting! Just as we were preparing to untie him and Aston before dropping the tailgate of the float – all hell broke loose as Rock threw himself around. Aston is not a good traveler by any means, but Rock made him look like an angel! But as suddenly as he started, Rock stopped with a thud as he hit his forehead on the roof of the float and, I think, shocked himself enough to realise how stupid he was being.

Aston-Martin 2017

We then managed to quietly unload all four of the horses and a quick inspection of Rock’s head revealed skin off but thankfully no blood and he was sorry enough for himself to behave himself as we set about setting up camp. With the horses soon vetted in and fed, we all headed to the pub for dinner. It is one of our little pre-ride traditions to have a pub meal together the night before a morning ride and one we very much enjoy!

The following morning I prepared to die – Rock was still very much a question mark for me, I had no idea what to expect and he hadn’t exactly made me easy after his little float hissy fit and cantering in his trot out. He’d also thrown a tantrum about the bridge crossing when we went out to pre-ride – not building my confidence there…! As ride start approached I distracted myself helping to saddle up Aston and getting my sister on board, she was feeling sick but she was getting on anyway. Adriana was just happy to be back at a ride and Rahh and Mizzy were both looking fantastic. The two bay boys would be our focus for this ride.

Just before start, I bit the bullet and mounted – zero fireworks. There were more than five dozen horses milling around in the warm-up area, if there was going to be a crazy moment, it would be now.

Typically, Aston just cannot play ball when there are trails to get out on!

Nothing. There was nothing. Aston jibbed his head, Sirahh was pulling for the gate, Mizzy was perking up but beyond his eyes popping out of his head a little, Rock was absolutely fine. I was pleasantly surprised, but I wasn’t ready to count my chickens yet! As all of the riders headed out toward the gate, we hung back a little to give our horses some space before getting on our way. Barely five kilometres in and I was already feeling burning thigh muscles as I realised just how unfit I was! 35km to go…

About 20km in, daylight was well upon us. It was not an “easy” track, but it was nice, with some good climbs but we were protected from the early sun of the day by the pine forests. It was the heat I was worrying about as I looked over to Aston and heard him panting loudly. The heat was getting to him, so we decided to slow down. The old boy was struggling with is first ride in two years, my main concern was to get him through soundly on the old tendon injury.

We plugged along to finish in a little over 4 hours in total. There was a struggle to cool Aston down and Rock’s heart rate was less than desirable as he became a little flustered by the strapping process, but after 20 minutes we vetted in with entire team making it through – what more could we ask for?

Chintzia was qualified for Novice, Aston had finally got an entry in his 2 year old logbook, Rock survived his first ride (and I survived his first ride…!) Miz and Bec were on their way and Adriana and Sirahh were on the road to the mini marathon.

We were off to Cooyar next to prep Rock and Mizzy for their first 80’s of the season over the easter weekend – bring on 2017!

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Training Tales 2!

But one thing she does well is load on the float. It’s her one redeeming quality.

We reached the end of the 2016 season in last month’s blog post, so this time I’m going to expand on a couple more of our training stories!

We have countless stories of our travels along the beach. The most entertaining of our beach rides usually involves Koda and her random psychotic spooking at crabs, sticks, or different coloured sand because for the most part our other horses are better behaved than her, well, anywhere! However, the most iconic beach moment happened, not at the beach, but on the way there…

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There is a good section of road that can be a little tricky to traverse because the road edge has barely any shoulder that drops into a deep trench to allow water flow in storms before the fenceline that hems in the farm that fronts the road. When we ride along there we in general go slowly right up against the fence so we are no where near the road and that is where I was, on Koda, when Adriana suddenly let out a shriek. I looked over expecting to see her pulling Sam off the road to avoid a car, but instead I see her preparing to jump as Sam gently lowered himself into the trench as if he was going to have a nap! The little ratbag must have felt a slip under his feet and decided to make the most of the situation by having a break while he was at it!

In a recent beach trip, we took our new horse Jaazy down by float with Koda for a 10km run. Jaazy was as usual pretty perfect – Koda was not, surprise surprise! However, there is one thing Koda does better than him and it was about to happen.

Koda is a cow with most things. She has to be twitched to get her needles because she is, to quote our lovely South African veterinarian, “A little bitch”. He knows something is very wrong when he visits her and she isn’t screeching at him. She’s a twit to be caught – but not the way you think – she’s worse if you aren’t haltering her! If you don’t come to catch her, she will follow you around, threatening to kick or bite and will rear up and scream. Don’t even get me started on how horrid she can be to ride – that will keep you here allllll day! But one thing she does well is load on the float. It’s her one redeeming quality.

On Koda went, zero antics, perfect lady. Jaazy on the other hand got incredibly interesting. He had loaded relatively well on the trip to get to the beach, but it seemed he was having too much fun to go home because he would not put his back feet on the ramp. We tried coercion, bribery and threats in alternating terms over the half hour we spent trying to get him on – and he broke loose and ran into the darkness of the reserve not once, but twice. In the end, he got on – and we learned that Jaazy is a pain to load sometimes…!

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On another of our treks we had the thrill of watching Katy’s first fall. It was quite epic by most standards, Sally does epic so well after all. We’d already had an entertaining afternoon as Rockstar had already made a spectacle of himself with his bronco antics while carrying a new rider, but Sally was about to cap it off in quite a stunning way!

Sal is not the best jumper in the world, she’s quite uncoordinated in that sense to be totally honest! Picture legs getting tangled in mid-air and you are on the right track. We were walking by this point as we were all on edge about Rock’s bad behaviour, so as we approached the creek we had to cross we were taking it easy. All of the horses had crossed it earlier on the way out and Sally had been no exception. On the way home was a different story as she once again took exception to being on the other side of the creek from her friends and at the last moment she squealed and I turned to see her fling – and I do mean FLING – herself into the air, all four off the floor in a spectacular cat-leap with Katy sprung an couple of feet extra out of the saddle. They landed on the other side, but Katy couldn’t save herself – she was hanging from Sally’s neck and finally let go a few metres after the landing! I was impressed she had made it that far to be honest, it was a pretty epic fling!

Here are two more short training tales – because I can’t not tell these ones! The horrific one first. In the slideshow of photos below you’ll see Chintzia posing on Aston, and a photo of Adriana and Sirahh standing nicely. About 10 seconds after the photo of Adriana was taken, I had just put my phone away, when I suddenly felt the world spin and heard running hooves. All four of our horses had gone from a total standstill to flat out spook at the exact same moment – none of us know exactly what set them off and at the time we didn’t have a chance to work out what it was because all hell had broken loose! I distinctly remember seeing my right foot up near Koda’s head and she whip-lashed me backward. I don’t know how I stayed on but I did! From the corner of my eye I saw Chintz get Aston back under control and Bec was miraculously still aboard Mizzy too – but Sirahh and Adriana had parted company.

Adriana was still exactly where I had last seen her – but minus the horse. He appeared to have teleported out from under her and she was in a heap on the grass. Chintz jumped off Aston and darted off to catch Sirahh while Bec and I both went to Adriana. I could see she was fine, but Adriana is hard to convince when she’s had a shock – she was certain she had broken something and I was pretty sure she was going to break my hand with the death grip she had on it! We were soon all back on our ponies and we continued on a gentle ride – no more excitement necessary!

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And, now for the funny one! My husband Spencer doesn’t ride a lot these days, but when he does, something always happens. This particular time, while we were tacking up, he had decided it was a good idea to pick up a rock and throw it into the distance. No idea why, it must be a boy thing, but he speedily regretted it when my dog ran in the same direction as the thrown rock and promptly got whacked by it! We gave him a hard time about it, but Revan was fine – thankfully it wasn’t a big rock! Anyway, karma was about to bite him in a big way with an event that would forever overshadow the rock-dog incident.

Spence likes to talk and joke when he rides, he enjoys the social aspect of training. That particular day he was riding Mizzy. Elena was aboard Rock and they were having a laugh when suddenly Rock decided it was time for a toilet break. Spencer being the chatty social butterfly that he is was not paying any attention to the fact that Elena’s horse had stopped right in front of him, and Mizzy being very much an auto-pilot pony, just on kept walking – sure, he dodged the poop as he went by so it didn’t touch him, but he made sure to graze up closely enough for Spencer’s knee to end up right under Rock’s tail as it was all coming out. The manly yelling and cursing will go down in history as he realised what was happening – really, it could have been prevented but then we wouldn’t have a story to bring up at every social occasion!

Next month’s blog will take us into the QERA 2017 season. It was an eye opening ride and the first back for Aston after his 2015 injury. 2017 was an amazing year with highs and lows – but amazing nonetheless!

Run Koda, Run

“this time it was a violent shy and then my head and helmet made a huge cracking sound as it met the ground”

Riding Mags and Orrie at Kilkivan 2016

After the Biggenden event, we took a ride on the wild side at Kilkivan piloting my dear friend Yvonne’s youngsters around the 40km. It was certainly an interesting one and a learning curve too – proving once again that every horse has something to teach you.

With Kilkivan done and dusted, we were headed for Murrumba next! My friend Kath, who I originally met because she used to own a lovely mare Brookleigh Scarlett, lent us her float to get our ponies down to the ride.

Now, I have to go off topic for a moment because there is a side-story that happened on the trip there that cannot go un-mentioned. Our dog Revan is regularly called by his nickname, Poopy, on a daily basis – to the point that one day when he was in trouble my mother had actually forgotten his real name and had me in stitches as she yelled POOPY! over and over while telling him off for what ever it was he had done. How did he come to have this name you ask? No, it actually pre-dates the Murrumba story – he had some terrible tummy trouble as a puppy and Poopy became his nickname as a result. By the time this story rolled around he was well and truly grown up and hadn’t done anything embarrassing in a long time and that was about to change…

Revan is a very good traveller. He generally sleeps or hangs his head out the window but he never makes a mess beyond his dirty feet and he knows he is never allowed to sit on the person in the front passenger seat. In reality I think he doesn’t like to sit on people so he just doesn’t do it – but I like to think he’s just obedient. On this particular day it was me while Spencer drove and we had Kat in the back seat with us. We had been in the ute for a two and half to three hours since early morning and everything seemed fine as we got into Landsborough.

21371294_10213754954368579_1506647452544816114_n.jpgThat’s where the signs started – Revan was suddenly restless and wouldn’t stay still in the back seat with Kat anymore. A few minutes later he was pawing to get onto my lap in the front seat until Spencer told him sternly to go back – which worked for a few minutes before it started again. At that point I thought perhaps he wanted to hang out the window while we went through the busier streets – he likes to look at people and cars, so I let him on my lap and opened the window.

At first all was okay, until he started to hang too far – almost as though he would jump out into the traffic! It was very unlike him and it got me annoyed that he was being so cheeky so I sent him promptly to the back seat again.

All seemed well, he was still upset and we put it down to his not being allowed to hang out the window – he regularly makes a lot of noise about the window situation if it is raining or too windy so we thought nothing of it. But ten minutes later, Kat piped up from the back seat saying, “Um, I think I know why Revan was acting weird…” and I turned around to see him taking a dump on his spot. He’s a very emotive dog and there was so much shame on his face in that moment I felt so horrible for laughing my head off as it all became clear!

Somehow we managed to find a spot to pull over as we climbed the range on Peachester Road. There were public toilets and we cleaned up the mess diligently before heading back on our way – and that seat got a thorough steam clean the day after we got home from the ride! Poopy will never live that trip down…

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We had four horses for the 80-100E – Koda, Sirahh, Mizzy and Vegas. We decided to split into two groups to better manage our strapping and since we had two novice horse/rider combinations and two open horse/rider combinations it seemed logical to group that way. After Koda and Sirahh had done so well going a little quicker at Biggenden, Adriana and I were keen to push some boundaries and test our horses and our own abilities, while Miz and Vegas would need a nice steady ride for a completion and they would not be elevating. It was Mizzy’s first 80km and, we hoped, Vegas’s second after her vet out at Biggenden.

The morning of the ride Koda was keen as a bean, Sirahh was fighting fit, Mizzy was less convinced and seemed happy to sleep, Vegas was mirroring Koda’s enthusiasm and was going to need a bit of convincing to stay steady! Just before ride start Adriana and I split off and headed over to the marshalling area, Kat and Bec would leave at the back of the pack while we intended to get out with the front runners – a first for us, we were usually to be found heading out slowly!

We headed out quickly and hardly had time to wonder where our friends were as we trotted out the gate, under the overpass and over the scary metal bridge. It was dark and it was cold – but it was invigorating.

Before we knew it, we were back at base – in 2 hours and 50 minutes – not lightning but quicker than anything we’d done before. The horses strapped and vetted easily, the TPR that took Koda was amazed at her loud heart and I was thrilled with a 46bpm after very little strapping and Sirahh breezed through at 45. They had plenty of time for the hold and then we were saddling up and heading back out. As we were riding out, Kat and Bec were riding in from their first leg – at a little under 3 and a half hours ride time, they were doing well! So far so good. We didn’t have time to wait to find out if they would vet through, so off we went while the team strapped and vetted.

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The second leg flew by – or did we fly? It hardly seemed possible that the horses we had babied through a season and a half were suddenly fit and capable and pulling to run! A year before, I had pretty well dragged Koda around the ride after the first leg because she had been so pooped – yet here she was, striding out next to a horse that seemed twice her size and certainly had five times the stride length! Then she gave me a wake up call – right as we came into a clearing toward the end of the leg I felt her skinny little twig legs stiffen. She moved on from it in a heartbeat, and then a moment later she startled again – but this time it was a violent shy and then my head and helmet made a huge cracking sound as it met the ground. From my view on the ground – upside down – I saw Adriana acrobatically sliding from her saddle while reaching out and forward for Koda’s reins. It seemed quite impressive in my brain addled state! But I shook it off as a rider or two passed by us, got back on and then we were back on track.

In two hours and twenty minutes – breaking the record of our previous leg – we had finished the second 40km and vetted through it! Were we going to elevate – by heck we were! The TPR taking Koda’s heart rate jumped back in surprise when she put her stethoscope to her, apparently she’s got quite a loud heart and it was beating at a steady 49bpm. The TPR just loved her and marveled over her tiny size and big heart – she asked me to let her know how we went on the last leg.

Photo by Denise Keelan

We went back to camp, fed the horses and let them relax while we re-filled our water bottles, changed socks, slathered on sunscreen and had some food (my head was thudding so badly I wasn’t sure it was going to stay down..!)  All the while we were expecting Kat and Bec to ride in, but we weren’t really concerned when they didn’t. Maybe we would see them as we headed back out again – and if not, surely up the common track we’d pass by them, nothing to worry about!

We saddled up and headed back out. As we went we expected at any moment to see our friends riding toward us – but we didn’t. It’s okay – we’re going quite quickly – nothing to worry about…

The second leg was flat. Our kind of flat. Koda and Sirahh breezed along, still pulling and arguing about who should be in front. Along the way we met another rider at a water point – it seemed we had been playing cat and mouse most of the ride, constantly passing one another the entire way but this leg was different. We decided to ride together for the last leg – we’d all worked hard, our horses were doing great – lets finish together!

In one hour, we were back from the 20km final leg, passing the line holding hands with Clare on her lovely big gelding Thor, for a finish time of 6h 19m. Spencer was not expecting us so soon, it was a surprise to us all and all the more sweet was the finish and our first time presenting for BC – equal 5th place! We’d never get it of course, but hey, its still nice to be invited to the party right?

Photo by Denise Keelan

We headed back to camp, and then it hit us – the yards were empty. Where were Kat and Bec? We’d completed the entire 100km in a much better time than we’d ever expected – but surely we hadn’t done it quicker than their 80km?! Yes, yes we had..

To be perfectly honest, I was more than a little worried. I was imagining a lot of terrible things. Legs broken, bleeding riders, crashes, stacks of all kinds – or maybe I was overreacting… With a ride time of 8h 8m we finally heard the strapper call with their numbers and hurried over to help. Poor Bec was feeling the heat and didn’t look well – she was worried Mizzy was lame. Vegas seemed fine and strapped easily, Mizzy took a little cooling but still – the time to strap was pretty good since the leg had been so slow.

Mizzy vetted through for his and Bec’s first 80km completion, they were both absolutely stuffed. Vegas unfortunately did not fare so well – she had stepped on a stick or something like one and opened a cut on one hind foot and she vetted mildly lame which had us all a bit down.

The ride was done and dusted – Adriana and I got to take part in our first BC workouts which was a little extra fun – we attended presentations and then we were headed home. It had been a learning curve for us – we certainly learned a lot about how capable our horses were if we took care! Next up – Sparkler!

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Biggenden 2016

Our beautiful Biggenden club was putting together its’ second ride of the season, this time a full card of rides including the 80km main event. It had taken a bit of time to dust Rockybar off but we were keen to get back in the saddle, it would be my first 80km of the year with Koda.

We’d had a private little tragedy of our own only four weeks prior to the ride with the loss of our beautiful little foal, but on the strong advice of friends and our amazing vet, Koda was given some time to recover before being put into work for the rest of the season. She bounced back, I think it was us humans who really suffered from the shock and loss.

Mizzy all rugged up the night before

As with every ride, we go with a plan – the plan always includes who is riding which horse, in which ride, how fast or slow and at the tail end of the plan is to ignore the plan and ride to what the horse feels on the day. I must say, the girls always do a fabulous job at doing exactly that! For instance, Koda is strong – if she feels strong you know she’s fine, if she’s had enough she will say so very loudly. Sam always feels fresh – but what he thinks he can do and what he can actually do are two different things, so he can be quite a challenging horse as his rider really needs to know when he’s had enough! Mizzy is a lazy little sod, but he’s more than capable of speed if and when he wants to, so nine times out of ten he’s pulling your leg when he seems to be fizzling out! Each of them and the others have their little quirks, and we all do our very best to learn those quirks so we can manage each horse safely.

Most horse sports require a good relationship between a horse and their rider – but few require the level of knowledge that endurance does in order to be successful. And by successful I mean finishing rides with happy healthy horses, no matter the distance, speed or place in the field. Winning is not a priority and management is everything!

Sam was a bit chilly too!

By the time Biggenden rolled around, I had not finished an 80km since August the previous season and I hadn’t done a quicker-than-novice pace ever, despite having achieved the status of an open rider more than 13 months prior. It was a minor goal for me to just one time ride on or a little quicker, though I had no intention of pushing Koda beyond her limits. Knowing that the track was relatively flat made meeting that goal a little more likely since we train on flat ground at home and we as a group find hillier tracks more challenging. For once I was going into a ride on an Open horse. Adriana too had the same goal of at some point doing a quicker-than-novice ride, but as always with Sam we really needed to play him by ear!

At this ride we had Mizzy and Bec in the 40km, while Kat, Adriana and I were entered in the 80km with Vegas, Sam and Koda. Kat and Vegas had completed their first 80km at Spring Mountain about a month prior to Biggenden so they were still a Novice duo. Bec and Mizzy would use the opportunity to get another ride under their belts before attempting their first 80km at Murrumba later in the year.

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Our plan was set, flexibility was agreed on and we were ready to go. The first leg seemed to breeze by so quickly – it was a fantastic track, perfectly suited to our horses! Mizzy and Bec finished the 40km in 3 hours and 7 minutes having found our friend Bridget on track with her horse Champ. The three of us in the 80km zoomed around in 3 hours and 3 minutes, all vetting through nicely.

We were back on track in no time and before we realised it we were seeing the familiar landmarks that were taking us back to home base. For part of the ride we played cat and mouse with the lovely Junior group from America who would end up taking home the Cullen Cup in competition with our Australian Junior team.

Bec and Mizzy earned another 40km completion!

As we came under the rail bridge it registered in our minds that we were close to home and, after checking our watches, realised we were going a little too quick for Vegas and Kat to meet their minimum time. It suddenly dawned on Adriana and I that both Koda and Sam were travelling marvelously well and still felt fantastic – our goal of riding a bit quicker for the first time was within reach! So after a quick toss up we collectively decided that we were close enough to home to split up, Adriana and I kept up the pace we were already travelling at while Kat dropped back so that she wouldn’t come in under time.

We jogged along nicely, the horses had sensed home and were keen as beans to get back! I think they had gotten used to our routine of going at a reasonably slow pace so being allowed to pick up a canter so close to base was a pleasant change for them! Koda in particular was bouncing!

Koda leading out nicely on Leg 2

I just love the photos from the ride. We were only 10 minutes quicker than the allowed novice time, but it felt like a really big achievement for both of us as riders to bring our horses home happy and fit and sound at the end of our first “fast” (haha!) ride. We were really proud of Koda and Sam, though it turned out that the best was yet to come in that area.

Unfortunately we had a vet out with Vegas and a real scare when we realised that she was showing some puffiness around her tendons. It turned out to be farrier related – and that farrier would never again be seen! I always admire how Kat takes everything in her stride, she would be back on track very soon after.

The incident really taught me how critical farriery is for endurance horses and made me all the more determined to find the right one for our horses. It had been more than 8 months since our previous farrier had moved on to other work and we really were struggling to find someone who would work with our particular style of riding – and our particular style of shoe! Blue Pegasos poly shoes have been and will continue to be our shoe of choice. They are completely worth the expense – however finding a farrier in our area who is open minded enough to try them is hard, convincing them that they need to listen to us on how to apply them is even harder…! I know I sound like one of those “know-it-alls” who tell their farrier’s how to do their job, but when it comes to a specialty shoe on a horse that is involved in a high-intensity sport, I’m willing to earn that badge.

Sam and Adriana flying home off Leg 2!

In 2016 we went through farrier after farrier after farrier in our quest to find “The One”! I missed Stretch and his willingness to learn about the shoes and his skill at applying them. Blue Pegasos shoes have been a god-send. They provide support and protection like no other besides being Australian owned, designed and made! They are worth much more than their weight in gold for us. It would be a little longer before we found the farrier that would come to agree with me on that score – but he was out there!

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