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.
That’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…
Back to the ride!
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.
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.
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?
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!