Here's what the Renegade Rendezvous trail crew did this weekend:
Thanks to Santa Jim, Jason, Sandy, Guy, Sue, Dennis, Beth, Megan, Gail and Mike, Leisl, Ben, two kids, twelve dogs, two cats, (and me!), the trails out of Sawmill Flats are much closer to readiness for the ride than they were on Thursday afternoon.
The work isn't all finished, of course.
If you want to help out, there's still time. We'll be re-convening at the ridecamp on June 23rd, and working steadily until ride day on June 30th. Come for the afternoon, or stay for the entire week.
We'll be happy to see you.
Here's the trot-out video we filmed last week, a few days before Fiddle's farrier came out:
Between the passage of time since her last shoeing (right before she tweaked that tendon) and a springtime growth spurt, Fee's feet were long, especially in the toe.
Most Beloved Farrier Mel took off a bunch of foot and rebalanced my mare's feet last Thursday.
Do you see what we see?
Doctor Fehr rated Fiddle SOUND on the tweaked tendon left hind, and 1/5 (very intermittent lameness) on the right hind--vestiges of the stifle injury in 2016.
TRANSLATION for the folks at home: Fiddle can go back to work.
Slowly, at first: 5 mins trotting, adding more walking and more hills with each session.
EVEN MORE: She can go and work trails (carefully) with us at Renegade.
We won't be competing until Labor Day at the very earliest (and possibly not then, it's too soon to tell) but our days of trudging grudgingly bareback around the pasture are coming to an end.
I'm not gonna reproduce all the cuss words I threw at the truck this weekend.Suffice to say: it wouldn't start on Friday, and I really wanted it to start.
Self-care is especially important for me this time of year. I spend many hours each week out in the public schools, doing booktalks and presentations for students about the library summer reading program. That doesn't sound like hard work, but the emotional drain is real. I come home in the evenings and take a nap, and then go to bed early so I can do it all again the next day.
The library itself has not been stress-free recently, either.
So, self-care. Most of mine centers around the Dragon. She's finally cleared to go out on trails away from home, and we can start expanding our saddle time. The time I spend doing this is time I need for recharging--more important than naps, even.
Except that the truck wouldn't start. And Jim was three counties away, attending a weekend-long Santa storytelling workshop.