Showing posts from October, 2015

In which I review the entire ride season in one blog post (with pix!)

It seemed like a long ride season.
10 rides.  515 miles of trails. 4532 miles in the horse trailer to get to- and from- competitions  (not counting training rides and lessons)
But it went by so quickly!

We had rain,

and sun,

and dust,

and heat.

We explored trails in the mountains,

in the Swamps,

and in high desert.

I actually own more than two purple t-shirts, but you'd hardly know it from the ride photos.

Throughout the year, Fiddle just got better, and stronger.

In which we skip to the punch line: we completed this season's tenth ride

1000 mile medallion and Sandybaar award.

In which the moiling continues, and we ride just a little bit more

The mushroom hunters wanted to attend a local schooling show  to cheer on people from the barn,  but Fiddle and I needed to get out and ride a little.  

We haven't been out together since the Milwaukee ride, and I needed to test out a couple of tack items that I haven't used for a while.  Nothing new at a ride!  And nothing old, either, unless it's been tested recently!  
So, out we went.

The Haunting is a 50-mile ride in central Oregon, and I've never done it.  It was on my original ride list as a "last resort"--it's a long drive, and my experience with these ride managers has not always been the best.  I've always finished their rides, but was never very happy with the low level of trail marking and supply of water.  But they've hired one of my favorite ride vets for this event, and supposedly they have other people marking trails now, so maybe it's better?  (dubious voice)

Anyhow, if Fee and I can finish 50 miles at the Haunting, it will be o…

In which the garden is the ultimate source of soup ingredients

Today, we cleaned out the garden in preparation for winter.

This was an extremely productive year for squashes....

...even for squashes we didn't grow on purpose.

The butternut squashes are the tastiest, and this year we had an awesome crop.

Most of these will store as-is, in the cool darkness of a closet corner.  Those with immature rind or splits and dings in the skin will get hulled, cubed, and frozen for soups.

Speaking of soup ingredients

 Hulling beans is boring, I listen to audiobooks as I gradually work through this enormous bucket.

The beans will spend time air-drying, and then we'll put them in jars so they will be handy to throw into soups this winter.

 The rulers of the garden are the Giant Pumpkins.  

I will deliver a couple of these to friends and neighbors,

and the rest will decorate our yard

In which we Moil again, and Foxie and Roo provide entertainment

The weather was perfect for moiling for chanterelles.

Not too warm, not too cold, not pouring rain....

...and not a weekend.  Weekends, the woods are full of tourists hunting for our mushrooms.

Moiling is also a splendid opportunity to train dogs.  We teach them all kinds of useful stuff.

And then, of course, there's the romping.  And the rowrling.  And the zooms!

When we get home, everybody is tired.  And look:

In which sometimes it's easier to sing than to tell the ride story

The Old Milwaukee Rail Trailsung to the tune of "The City of New Orleans"with apologies to Steve Goodman and Arlo GuthrieRiding on The Old Milwaukee Rail Trail, Kittitas central, wind blowin’ up my tail--

Fifty ponies, fifty restless riders;
Seven pulsers, and twenty-five friends of Gail.Headin’ east, our odyssey
Then west again, the camp to seeWe trot along past grasses, scrub and fields.Passin' trees that have no names,