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| Photo by Wendy Webb Photography |
Very few of my best horse memories are of competitive events, but this one weekend with my fourth horse, Rory, was special. It was my favourite endurance ride, not that I'd done very many by then. It was the closest ride, and one for which I did a lot of pre-ride volunteering.
The previous ride had been my first attempt at doing two 25 mile rides in two days, and I had pulled out halfway through the second day because Rory was tired. That had been a mostly flat ground ride, and as this one was in the big hills I thought two 25s would be too much that soon, but I wanted to do one. Plus there was a 13 mile night, training ride that I really wanted to do, and I wanted to ride both days.
I ended up entering the Saturday 12 mile Set Speed (which is graded based on time and final heart rate - no placings), Saturday night's 13 mile training ride, and Sunday's 12 mile Set Speed.
For Saturday's Set Speed I set a goal of achieving a Grade One finish. I rode alone, and my horse was super. Rory did everything right, and managed to pass the scary cows without dancing. As we approached the end of the second last field on the last loop, I heard thundering hooves behind us. I looked back and saw a loose horse cantering along. I decided to run down to the corner where the track went out of the field, dismount and turn to face the loose horse. Rory let me catch the loose horse and lead both back along the trail to where I found the rider (who had already dismounted before her horse bolted). Despite the delay, we got our Grade One finish.
The night training ride was a great experience. Rory was really good, and we traded off leading, following, and being tail with the other two riders. The loop used for the night ride shared trail with the loop I had ridden twice for the Set Speed earlier in the day. It was amazing how the horses went over the rough parts without a stumble or hesitation. I hadn't previously done much night riding with Rory, yet he took to it as if it were an everyday occurrence. As a training ride there was no grade or placing, but we did pass the vet with top marks.
Sunday I was the sponsor (responsible adult in Endurance) of a first time Junior rider. She was good company and eager to learn all she could. We had a good ride despite a rainy first loop. The sun came out for the second time round. Rory didn't put a foot wrong all day.
This weekend is a special memory not because of the successes in each event, but because Rory had had so many challenges in getting to the point of being capable of doing this sort of thing at all. It felt like we had finally got things figured out, our partnership was solid, and were ready to move forward.
It was also the last competition we ever did. The wheels fell off for good a few months later, then the neurological diagnosis came the following year, specifically Wobblers six months after that, and euthanasia last fall. The promise of that weekend was never realized, and it remains a treasured memory of how things should have been.
