When faced with a list of tasks, it's always best to check "go riding" off first. So I did.
|Dean and Dory precede me up the Hill O'Death|
When we got home, I had to face the largest task of the year: cleaning the trailer out so I could fill it back up again.
|I'll be hauling Rosemary and her horse (and her gear)|
to the Mount Adams Ride next weekend, so I gotta make room!
I've pretty much recovered from my early days in endurance, when I felt a need to carry a spare or two of everything (which is nice for making new friends by loaning out stuff, but a little burdensome after a while).
Yet, somehow over the winter, my trailer managed to fill itself--without my assistance!--with four raincoats, five extra girths (not counting the one girth I actually use), two extra bridles, seven extra saddle pads, five extra helmets and three extra hay bags.
|All y'all, offa da bus!|
My trailer's tack area is sufficiently spacious, but not huge. I've come up with some weird space-saving ideas over the years.
|extra bucket (filled with sponges, soap, and a scraper)|
hangs from an extra trailer tie, and thus
doesn't take up valuable floor space.
I also routinely carry some non-traditional gear.
|The first aid bag hangs on top of a bunch of trail tools,|
although I use the tools more often--I figure, when I need the
first aid box, it's urgent. Trail clearing is rarely an emergency.
Santa and the floofs helped with the packing up.
|I fixed the leak in the tack compartment, and then promptly accidentally opened|
the water tank hose, which leaked all over the tack room floor. Oops.
It's mostly dry, but we wrapped up the hay in a tarp anyhow.
Thinking at a ride isn't what I do best, so I try to do as much thinking in advance as possible.
|Roo does not think the vitamin bucket smells much like yummy.|
That includes pre-measuring out all meals for the weekend into ziploc bags. Fee doesn't get much grain, so it's easy to bundle up a little scoop of her grain, a tiny scoop of oats, and a teeny-tiny scoop of vitamins for each meal.
|These ziploc bags are at least three years old. I only throw them out if they|
get yukky or blow holes!
|Electrolyte syringes and mixing containers go into a plastic box.|
Everything I have is transported to rides inside waterproof containers
--ask me how I learned that.
My "out-check" bag. I don't think there's an out-check at Mount Adams, but it's good to have all my stuff in a single place. This stuff lives in the bag always:
|power bars, (human first aid kit, including pain killers, benedryl and bandaids)|
sunscreen, vet wrap, duct tape, a mash pan, and some extra electrolytes I won in a raffle.
A lot of us have similar crew bags--they are so handy! So I make mine easy to find in the crowd.
Buckets. You can never have too many of these suckers.
|again, distinctive labels|
When I pitch everything into the tack room, there's still plenty of room for Rosemary and Griffin's stuff.
|An entire bag of beetpulp hides between the tarp-wrapped hay|
and the back wall. The empty bucket at 5 o'clock contains beet pulp--
I'll add water to it before we leave home on Thursday morning.
There's still a ton of empty space under the buckets (which are under the barrow), and along the front wall.
|It looks more full when I toss in the black wheelbarrow,|
but that dang thing is so useful I can't leave it at home.
That's all the horse stuff. I guess I'll pack the human stuff tomorrow!
And soon: we leave for camp!!!!!