Showing posts from February, 2017

In which awesome knightly things were planned, and then it all went straight sideways

It's always good to have a plan so you have something to crumple up and use for traction when you get to a slick patch of reality.

The PLAN was to arrive at the trailhead early, do a quick loop (about 7.5 miles) and then head over to Fish Creek.
The REALITY was that we woke up to sn*w.

It wasn't a ton of the pesky white stuff, but it was still falling, and I have a standing policy that I don't hitch up and drive away from home when there's sn*w on the roads.

So, we went to breakfast.

In the hour or so that it took to order and snarf the veggie omelet and amazing homemade biscuit with marmalade, the roads cleared, the skies cleared, and we made a New Plan.

The New Plan was that we would all meet up and partake of Knightly Games, which are now informally being held mostly-monthly in the arena at Fish Creek.  Duana had a wonderful time doing this in November, and was eager to try the games with her young mare Freya.

Alas, Du got a call from home that the water heater was b…

In which it's hard to write something new about a familiar routine

The annual PNER Convention is done, the sn*w is melted,  and the Swamp Tulips are beginning to sprout....

...and so, it's time to start legging the horses back into condition for endurance season.

My challenge right now is to write something new about a process that is not new to me--or to this blog.
So tonight, I'm using special effects.

This way, maybe it won't be too boring when I gush about the glories of blue skies overhead in February !!!!

Our forests are very green, but it's still a moss-and-fir-tree greenness.

The grass is still dormant, and the leaves haven't budded out yet.

The trails are still muddy, so we train on the armored logging roads.  Fiddle and I covered about 7 miles today in 2 hours--a nice, easy start to the training.  

It would be easy to over-train right now.  When I talk to other riders, especially the Green Beans, I am a little jealous that they are logging 20 or more miles a week.

But I know better.  A super-fit horse in February will be ac…

In which we celebrate Ross, who was at his best on the full-moon nights


In which it sn*ws, and half of the state shuts down because We. Just. Can't. Cope.

Photo dump:  it sn*wed.  

It was pretty (if you like grey).

Sn*w on a farm is a pain in the tail feathers.

The roads were a mess, and

everything between Seattle and the Canadian border closed (or froze shut).

At Haiku Farm, we did what we always do,

including a bit of play.

In which the day gets better, and we meet bicycles out on the trail

Today started out badly.  So I went riding.

"There's something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man."

Or woman.  (Turns out that Churchill isn't the one who said that, but it's still kinda true.)

"No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle."

(Churchill did say that.)

 Unlike our ride on Friday, we didn't get soaked with rain.

 I was a little sad that nobody else was available to ride with us today,

but as I said earlier, the day didn't start well and I wasn't very good company for anyone else

...except the Dragon, of course.

We were happy to meet some folks at the "lunch stop" field.  These are students from the Washington Student Cycling League, out for a training ride with their coaches.

The conversation on the trail led to further conversation online.  Now, we are hoping to put together a joint training session for bike students and horse riders (and young horses like Freya)!

After riding, I t…