For the first time in years, I bailed on my New Year’s Day tradition of riding…because it was pouring rain. Now we’ll find out how superstitious I am (or not), and if this jinxes me and my riding plans for the rest of the year.
To that end…Tonto Twist did not go according to plan. (What is it with me and this ride??? 1/4 on competitions versus attempts…I think I just need to stop. Which is embarrassing considering it’s my “home turf” and trails I utilize on a regular basis.) Ride story still to come on that…because we had a really great ride, right up until we didn’t, when she pulled up lame in the last mile of the first loop. Subsequent vet exam revealed an extremely sore spot on her hoof, so either a bruise or an abscess, and a week later, she was totally back to normal.
My Dream SaddleTM arrived at the beginning of the month. It is a Reactor Panel, Heraldic model with the Tribute tree. It was actually a demo saddle, made at the very end of 2019…but obviously didn’t see a whole lot of use, given the timing…so it is still in outstanding shape, and the leather even still smells good. I waffled back and forth on getting the demo versus a brand-new custom, but the immediacy factor, and the fact that the specs on it are exactly what I was looking for had I gone custom, convinced me to stick with the one I had in my hands. (Besides, me and my indecisiveness on color and design would probably still be sitting here trying to figure out how I wanted to customize it.) This model looks all-black from a distance, but the skirting and cantle inset are actually a super-dark chocolate brown pebbled leather, and I love it. It’s super-classy, with a very subtle contrast. And looks really good with the white tack. So far I’ve put about 75 miles on it, including the 30-mile loop of Tonto we did, and it’s been fabulous right from the start. This is a couple decades of saddle dreaming finally fulfilled, and I couldn’t be happier with it.
I wish I could sort out her bitting/headgear situation as readily, though. I thought Mimi was a challenge but this one has taken that to a whole new level. She’s a tricky combo of sensitive, fussy, and strong. Especially when following in a group. By ourselves, or leading in a group, I can ride her in a sidepull. But put her behind, and I have to really actively ride and remind her that tailgating other horses is completely and utterly unacceptable…and the sidepull doesn’t quite cut it in that environment.She used to go in an s-hack before I got her, but I rescinded those privileges after figuring out she needed a lot more education before the hack could be properly utilized. And she’s still not really at that point to be using something that is, in essence, a curb bit, or at least the same effect of poll/curb pressure and working primarily off of seat and leg.
I have a whole box of bits (and that’s even after selling some), and all of them meet varying degrees of disdain, everything from “will vaguely tolerate” to “absolute fit-pitching.” And she clearly didn’t read the descriptions on some of the bits, either…by all rights, they should be exactly what she needs, and she couldn’t be more unimpressed with them. Work in progress, that’s for sure. Yes, I have a fascination with bits and collecting them, but this extent wasn’t quite what I had in mind…
(And the obligatory disclaimer that she’s been fully examined by veterinarians, equine dentists, equine veterinarians who specialize in dentistry, bodyworkers, clinicians, consults with bit manufacturers, has regular dental work and body work. When it comes to face/mouth pressure, she’s very…particular. And opinionated.)
I may need to look into a career in bit fitting and consulting at this rate. (Any bit companies out there want to sponsor me? [My favorite bits so far have been Bombers, followed by Neue Schule and Myler.])
On the Pony front…Mimi will be 30 this spring. !!! She’s still spunky and bright-eyed, and runs in and out of turnout daily. We have a routine, in which I pull into the barnyard, get out of the truck to hitch up the trailer, she shrieks at me, I go dispense cookies and kisses, then go back to hitching the trailer. She’s happy, and doesn’t care two whits about the amount of time I spend with Liberty as long as she gets her cookies. She’s living her best filthy, semi-feral pony life, and looks about two yaks removed from her former show pony life…but she’s more than earned it.
One last ride to round out the month up at Camp Creek (far NE part of the Valley, on the west side of Bartlett Lake), which included water running in part of Blue Wash. Pretty scenery, good friends, and excellent training trails…can’t ask for more than that.
Monthly Ride Stats 91 miles 1 [partial] endurance ride 5 training rides 1 arena ride
A pictographic summary of the month…tell me, do you guys like this format as a quick way to do a monthly wrap-up to cover all the things that aren’t necessarily significant enough to warrant their own posts? This might be a good way for me to compromise on trying to get a little more blog content up (especially for those folks who aren’t on social media and aren’t Facebook friends/Instagram followers) that isn’t just ride stories, but not feeling pressured to try to post on an ‘x number of days’ basis, because we’ve already established that isn’t going to happen from this blogger.
And with that, I’m signing off for the night, and for the last couple hours of 2022…see you all in the New Year!
Most of my year revolved around my ride season, so it makes sense to combine the two this year. The AERC ride season actually runs from Dec 1-Nov 30, versus strictly following the calendar year…and the winter is actually our prime ride season here in AZ, so it’s a little bit of a jumble to keep track of what is when.
This ended up being the best ride season I’ve ever had. The most rides attended, the most rides finished, the most rides ever done on my own horse, the most miles done in a season, and the most successful season ever…to the point of ending up in the regional points standings for both my weight division and overall. What we accomplished this year was beyond my wildest goals. I set out to steadily tick off the miles and lay a solid foundation for Liberty. It was her second full year of competition, and I wanted to be able to take advantage of the large number of rides we have on the calendar in AZ — nice to be able to get some miles in without needing to travel far or go out of state.
I’m grateful to have such a good riding season…this is my escape and sanity-keeper when so much else in the world is going badly, and completely out of my control, and a counter-balance to the negative things that have happened. I’m a much more pleasant person to be around when I’ve had sufficient saddle time.
I think August was the only month that I didn’t end up doing anything ride-related. Every other other, I either went to a ride, or if not a ride, at least did an overnight camping trip. I’m still missing a couple of my ride stories from earlier in the year that I’ve not gotten around to writing (Bumble Bee and Cinders Trot), and most of my conditioning rides end up getting talked about quickly on social media versus making it to the blog…but I did manage to keep my “at least one post a month” streak going (11 years and counting…).
Final ride season statistics:
8/9 rides completed
1 Best Condition
6 Top Tens
Southwest Region Points: 1st Lightweight, 7th Overall
There’s also been quite a lot happening with the AZERC (Arizona Endurance Riders Club) — I am on the board of directors, and handle our website, social media, and most of our communications…in addition to occasionally giving some of the “learning event” presentations. We try to do something almost every month, so that’s also kept me really busy and involved with the actual events, plus all the in-between communications and club board meetings. Which is a good thing…I get into trouble when I’m not busy enough, and start doing things like even more tack shopping than I already do..
We kicked off the season with the Jingle Bell Trot ride at Estrella Mountain Park in Goodyear, just west of Phoenix. We rode with our friends MJ and Dreamer, and it was a bit of an inauspicious day that saw both MJ and I hit the dirt, Liberty tried for a near-epic catch-a-toe faceplant only a few miles away from the finish, and rocks that were pretty much breeding before our eyes on certain portions of the trail. I was nervous going into this ride — would our 50-mile finish the previous month at McDowell be a fluke? Would she be able to withstand the rocky footing and increased difficulty level of this ride? A solid 6th place finish, and compliment from the vet of how hard we’ve worked and how far we’ve come put pay to my worries, and I started to look forward to the season ahead.
A hard month, and the worst way to start off the New Year. My grandfather passed away (at 97 years old, you celebrate their life and cherish the memories, but it’s still a loss, and I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, especially in my younger years, and I was particularly close to my grandfather) and then immediately after, I very unexpectedly lost my beloved Artemis. Almost a year later, and my heart still feels shredded, and there’s rarely a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and miss her.
Before all of this happened, though, I had a lovely ride at the Tonto Twist 50. (And I’m glad I got the chance to take Artemis to one last ride, although I didn’t know it at the time.) This would be my first time sponsoring a junior rider — my longtime friend Lancette is the ride manager for Tonto Twist, and since she can’t ride and manage her ride at the same time, she had asked me if I would be willing to sponsor her granddaughter Hailey. It was Hailey’s last season as a junior rider, and Lancette really wanted her to have a good season. I was happy to do so — a nice way to roundabout return the favor of Lancette being one of my early mentors int he sport — and we had a lovely ride. It was a little chilly and super-windy all day long, but the horses were solid rockstars, and I learned just how much fun it is to ride with a junior, especially one who is always cheerful, positive, and endlessly tough.
On the heels of January’s losses came the AZERC first annual awards celebration. It was a good distraction to be surrounded by friends, especially when I got last-minute pressed into presenting one of the awards. (For someone who used to be fearless and have no hesitation about getting up in front of people, thanks to years of drama/theater classes in school, I’ve gotten really out of the habit of it and had developed a bit of an aversion and bad case of nerves for doing so…but the club activities and presenting some of the learning events is going a good job of getting me past that again.) It was a fun evening, and really nice to celebrate the accomplishments of the riders and all the work they put into it…and I left feeling very inspired for the upcoming season.
The Wickenburg Land of the Sun ride rolled around at the end of the month, where I once again sponsored Hailey since Lancette’s horse wasn’t 50-mile ready yet. My head wasn’t in the game and had it just been me, myself, and I, I probably would have “noped” off the whole weekend…but the commitment i had made to sponsor Hailey kept me moving forward, and we ended up having another really good day. Hailey did a really good job of leading most of the ride, and we had some hilarious moments of her popping Jantar over dead logs, lots of giggling as we tried to navigate (at speed) some of the twisting single track trails, her delight when I agreed to a good canter up a wash…once again, Hailey’s positive, upbeat attitude kept the whole day really enjoyable for me and helped clear away some of the dark fog. The highlight of the day was trotting into the finish, with the whole management team yelling, “next one across the line is 10th!” and I urged Hailey ahead to finish in front of me, earning her first top ten finish. Now, I’m not one of “give” a junior something just because they’re “a kid.” Finishes and placings mean more if you know you’ve earned it…and in my mind, she had definitely earned it that day. She lead probably 80% of the ride, made super-smart pacing and footing decisions, she takes impeccable care of her horse, does everything for herself…I’m basically there in a “warm body supervisory capacity” of following AERC directives of “riders under 16 need an adult sponsor.” But she’s every bit as capable and competent as the adults I ride with, and it felt really good to be a part of her having the opportunity to prove that. Plus, she’s a lot of fun to ride with, and this wouldn’t be our last ride together this year…
For the first time in 10 years, I opted out of attending the AERC Convention. My heart and head were still reeling from the earlier losses, and I was not in the mood to put on a happy face and be my “socially acceptable” best that I need to be when I’m doing trade show work. I was kind of sad to miss it because it was AERC’s 50th Anniversary, but I really felt like I needed a break.
On the ride front, Old Pueblo was the middle of the month, and I had a vague plan in mind to try back-to-back 50s. I would ride day 1 with MJ and Dreamer, and then if all went well, day 2 with Hailey and Jantar. Things…did not go to plan. Day 1 was very…interesting. Fortunately the weather cooperated this year and we did not experience Snowmaggedon. In fact, it was downright pleasant by Sonoita standards, apart from the ever-present wind, which I’m pretty sure never actually stops blowing down there. Dreamer decided that he was Not. Going. To. Lead. on this day, which meant Libby and I lead the entire ride…which would have been fine if she hadn’t been so inordinately spooky from about mile 8 onwards. Compounded by the fact I had done some work-related experiments with testing a new adhesive for glue-on boots, and it wasn’t going well. By the time we hit our last vet hold, I had lost all my glue-ons, was exhausted from the unpredictable spooking, and when a friend asked me how it was going, I literally burst into tears. Huh. Being reduced to tears in the middle of a ride hasn’t happened for a while. I think I was also riding the ragged edge of very frayed emotions still, so it didn’t take much to push me over. But we persevered through the last loop to a 5th place finish, even if I resorted to hanging onto my saddle pommel and thumping Libby on the sides every time she spooked. But by the end of the ride, I was done, and not up for another round of shenanigans on day 2. Furthermore, Libby has some sort of scratch right by her elbow in front of the girth, probably obtained from when we had to bushwhack through some dry, dead weeds, since it didn’t look like an actual girth gall…and it was quite tender, so the vet at the finish had advised we “consider sitting out” day 2. And Lancette had some concerns about Jantar going out for a 2nd day as well, so in the end, it all worked out for all parties involved.
March was the “launch month” for the new club website and platform using a program called ClubExpress which is designed to facilitate easy communication and coordination among members of a group/organization. It’s been a learning curve of figuring it out and how to optimize its use, but I’m getting there, and overall, it seems to be straightforward enough for the end-user club members to interact with it, and it’s made things like automated renewals, online membership signup, event signups, and mass email communication way easier.
I haven’t gotten around to finishing writing my ride story from Bumble Bee…and I don’t know why, other than I got really busy, because it was a good ride. Historically, this has been a terrible ride for us, being 0/3 at finishing it going in…but Liberty really loves this ride. She loves the Black Canyon Trail portion, and this year, we finally had ourselves sorted out enough to make a good showing and cast off our previous pull-gremlins. We rode most of the ride along, leapfrogging with some friends for several miles in the morning before we got on the BCT and Libby’s love of motoring through single-track soon had us in our own space bubble for almost all of the rest of the ride. We were caught by, and the subsequently rode the last several miles with, Susie and Brad, who were sponsoring junior Hailey riding one of their horses. We’d been doing quite a bit of conditioning with them, and Libby knows their horses, so it was really fun sharing the trail together and coming in together at the finish. The last few miles of the trail have a lot of long, fairly level stretches, so having company really makes the time and miles go by faster. We ended the day with a solid 8th place finish, which was major icing on the cake when my main goal for the weekend had been to finally finish this ride.
This is a bit of a bittersweet ride to reflect back on, given what would happen later in the summer, but it makes me really appreciate being able to share the trail and spend some miles with Susie and Steel. Steel and Liberty had this kind of hilarious relationship where they would give each other snarky looks if they were side-by-side or near each other, but would never act on it, and at the same time, seemed to enjoy each other’s company…at least, I know Libby always seemed to like riding with him and didn’t get crazy-competitive with him. We got to share some really good training miles over the spring and summer leading up to Tevis, and Steel was a very positive influence and inspiration for us.
Cinders Trot was another ride I didn’t get around to writing, but probably because it wasn’t a great ride. We were aiming to do Liberty’s first 75, but right from the get-go Saturday morning, she wasn’t quite right…entirely too calm and not interested in following after all of the faster starters. Weird thing to be concerned about, I know…but I know this horse’s normal, and forward, with a side of “couple miles of pace negotiations” is her normal at a ride start…never crazy or naughty, but very business-like and ready to get on with it, not “halfway through the 2nd loop of a 50” level of chill. And then she wasn’t interested in drinking…not at 8 miles, not at 12 miles, not at 17 miles. I can give her the 8, even 12, but by 17 she should have been tanking up. And partway through the loop, she started slowing down when we would reach sections of cinder footing and start nosing the ground, then pawing. All of this combined, topped by her refusal to drink at the 17-mile trough, had me opting out. Unfortunately, there was not really an easy way out at this point, so I hand-walked her the rest of the way in to camp, with her stopping every few minutes to paw, and she even tried to lay down a couple times. Her pulse was normal, and I could hear gut sounds, but I didn’t know what was going on.
I hand-walked her the 8 miles back to camp, and was met by Dr Anderson just outside of camp — I had called ride management to let them know what was going on, and had sent word ahead with riders who had passed me on the trail — so he was ready and waiting for us, and checking her over immediately. We got her tack stripped off, pulled her boots and leg wraps, and then he gave her a very small amount of painkiller and sedative. His assessment was the same as mine — low heart rate, normal gut sounds, all other parameters were fine. She quieted down almost immediately, so I don’t know if it was the drugs kicking in…or if there was something physically bothering her, and stripping her tack off took care of it. Or both.We kept an eye on her all afternoon, and by mid-afternoon she was back to eating and drinking like crazy and looking like nothing ever happened.
Working theories: The splint boots and ankle wraps I was using were brand new, and I’d never tried them before. (Breaking Cardinal Rule #1: Never try anything new at a ride. Never mind I’ve done this numerous times before, eventually it bites you.) They were a perforated neoprene, and it is possible they were pulling at her hair. Or…she was having a very strong spring heat cycle and basically had cramps. Because that was the vibe she was giving off…like she was throwing a giant temper tantrum because she was uncomfortable. She did something similar the previous spring, but it was at the barn, not at a ride. So that was one ride that was definitely not according to plan, but I came home with a healthy horse, and an interesting learning experience.
But that didn’t deter us for long, and we wrapped up the month with a good training ride at Log Corral with Susie, Brad, and MJ. All three other horses were Tevis-bound, and Libby did a fantastic job holding her own and keeping pace with them through the whole ride. This is a super fun ride, with the bonus of having Bartlett Lake as the turnaround point, so there’s water, some good climbing, and the unique visuals of accessing water in the middle of the desert. It was Libby’s first time at the lake, and she’s not always world’s biggest fan of things like puddles and water crossings, so I was pleasantly surprised when she turned out to be a total seahorse who just wanted to go further and further into the lake.
May is also Mimi’s birthday month — she turned 29 this year! She’s earned the right to be totally retired from toting me around, and we have a little routine that keeps her happy whenever I show up to the barn to take Libby out. I pull up, Mimi (who is in the closest stall to the yard) screams at me when I say hi I her, I hitch up the trailer, then grab Libby’s hay bag and go into the feed rom to fill it. And on my way out of the feed room, I grab a scoop of feed for Mimi and give it to her. So she gets to munch while I load Libby up and leave, and everyone is happy. She gets cookies, cuddles, and hoof trimming from me, and she’s perfectly content and still full of mischief and sparkle.
No planned rides this month, although I got out of town for a quick weekend away in the pines on Susie & Brad’s invite to join them at the cabin in Happy Jack (just south of Flagstaff). Way more excitement than I planned for when my alternator died on the drive up, but the “endurance takes a village” adage got put into play, lots of hoops got jumped through, and ultimately the weekend was salvaged and had a really enjoyable time spent with really good people.
Monsoon season started quite enthusiastically and early this year, which made it easier to ride. More humid, but there were times when the rain dropped the morning temps down to the high 70s. I pulled quite a few 3am wakeups in order to hit the trail before the temps rose to much, but it was worth it, because we came out of the summer with a horse in excellent shape and ready for the fall ride season.
Tevis month. I went there to do Renegade stuff and to crew for Cathy again. This year saw me gluing boots on for other people, which I was really nervous about because this would be my first time doing glue-ons for others at Tevis. Gluing day went well, and none of the boots that I glued on came off. I also had a fun day heading up to visit my friend Elicia (who makes my mohair girths and reins). I met her herd, got to drool over her stockpile of fleece fabrics and mohair fibers, and then we even saddled up and went for a ride out from her property.
This year, I had conscripted both my barn owner and one of my fellow boarders to come up and help crew. Maybe not the best year to bring them on board. This was a hard, hard year. The trail accident that took Susie’s Steel is a tragedy that casts a shadow over the whole thing. It’s sad whenever something like that happens, but you never think it’ll happen to a friend, to someone to know, to a horse you’ve ridden and trained with. As I mentioned earlier…Susie and Steel’s success story has been such an inspiration. She’s not a professional, running a string of horses, or making a full-time profession out of training…but an amazing horse and rider team who proved what can be done with dedication, heart, talent, desire, and drive.
Unfortunately, Cathy’s ride didn’t go according to plan, either. Her riding partner’s horse slipped off the edge of the trail in the dark on the California Loop, and while the horse did survive, it was a long night and into the next morning before he was rescued, and Cathy sacrificed her own ride to stay with her friend. Rough year all around, with a lot of tears and introspection…capped off by the most violently turbulent flight I have ever been on coming home, and a storm in Phoenix so bad we had to divert up to Las Vegas, refuel, and then make our way back to Phoenix.
July is Liberty’s birthday…the big mare turned 16! And it’s also our “gotcha day” month…hard to believe it’s been two years since she came home. I feel like time has flown by…but also that I’ve known her forever. (Well, technically, I have known her for almost a decade now.)
The one month that I didn’t have any competitions, or any out of town trips. After Tevis, I threw myself into conditioning at a level I’ve never managed in the summer. Normally, August is a blah month in which I can easily talk myself out of ever riding, but this year, I don’t know…it was like something in my brain was going, “you never know what’s going to happen, so don’t waste time and opportunities.” I’ve never gone into the fall season with a horse so well-conditioned before.
The previous month, I had gone kayaking for the first time and got rather hooked on it, so August saw me jumping in and getting my own kayak. Turns out Sofie loves it as well, and hitting the water was a nice offset to the summer heat. I also got to present one of the club learning events…the “Tack-n-Pack Talk,” or “useful gear for endurance and what to pack in your saddle pack-crew bag-trailer.” #QueenOfAllTheGear was in her element.
Back on the competition trail! This month brought a brand-new ride, the White Mountain Tango, put on by ride manager extraordinaire Lancette. The ride was up in the White Mountains on the eastern side of the state, between the small mountain towns of Vernon and Pinetop. I spent a lot of time in Pinetop growing up, and was eager to see it in the context of my favorite sport. I also sponsored Hailey again, and she did an amazing job all day, even volunteering to lead a number of times. There was laughter, sinking-into-mud mishaps, and another Top Ten finish for both of us at the end of the day. It was a two-day ride, and once again I went in with plans to do the second day…but while we finished day 1, her movement wasn’t 100% and I didn’t feel like it would be in her best interest to go out a second day.
This was my “goal ride” month. All year, I had been eagerly anticipating tackling the 50-miler at Man Against Horse. This is my “anniversary ride” — the first AERC ride I ever did, the 25-miler in 2005, and it always hold a special place in my heart. The challenge of completing the 50 earns finishers a silver buckle, and my personal goal has been to have a buckle on each of my mares. It ended up probably being our best ride of the whole year. She was so on all day long. We did the whole ride by ourselves, and she so so solid and forward the entire time. By the time we hit the last 7 miles, she was ready to fly, and I had to keep the handbrake on because paranoid-me had taken over and “finish sound” was the main priority (I have been pulled at the finish of this ride before). So I was shocked when we crossed the finish line and the timer announced, “10th!” I had no clue where we sat relative to the rest of the field all day, and this was the icing on the cake, because one of my long-time dreams was to someday Top Ten this ride.
At the end of the month, the club hosted another learning event that we called the “McDowell Prep-alooza.” It was 3 events in one — mini-clinics on body clipping and crewing, and a mini clinic on night riding, followed by a short night ride. The whole idea behind it was offering topics people might find useful for the very last ride of the season — Lead-Follow @ McDowell, which offered a 30, 50, 75, and 100-miler this year. The weather can still be warm, but ponies are fuzzing up, so doing a quick clip on their necks can make a difference in cooling (and since our prime ride season is also during prime “fuzzy horse season,” a lot of people end up doing some degree of clipping at some point over the season). With a 75 and 100 being offered, there was a good chance those longer-distance riders might need or want a crew, so giving folks a heads up about what crewing entails would also be useful. And then for anyone with a goal of someday doing 75s or 100s, night riding is an essential skill.
It was an interesting day…I gave the presentation on body clipping (Liberty was my demo horse and was an absolute angel, despite having never seen my new “proper” clippers before [I finally got a pair of proper, large body clippers, after 26 years of borrowing ones from either trainers or boarding barn owners]), MJ and I tag-teamed for the talk on crewing, then MJ gave a talk on night riding before we all saddled up and broke into small groups for the night ride. Riding Libby at night was an experience. She was super-fit and the 6 mile stretch we had put on earlier in the day did nothing to put even a chip in her fitness level, so she was quite ready to go, especially since we were on her home turf trails (that we had done at speed the previous weekend on a training ride)…and the lights I had hung to mark the trail terrified her. Legit snort-and-tremble reaction. So she alternated jiggling and spooking the last 3 miles of the ride, making me wonder just how the night portion of McDowell was going to go…
Most of the season, I waffled back and forth on whether I should do the 100 or the 75 at McDowell. Part of me really wants to get that 100 checked off and done. But the rational part of my brain recognized that with this mare, less is more, and that every time I’ve gotten ahead of myself (and her), it has backfired, and my gut was telling me that since we’ve not done and back-to-back 50s, or completed a 75, doubling her distance in one go would be a little too much. Maybe we could get it done, but I don’t know if it would be pretty, and I don’t know how much fun we would have. And part of this mare’s success and trail happiness has been keeping it fun, and not overfacing her. To that end, I ultimately decided on the 75, and it was the best decision ever. We went on to have a really good ride day, finishing in 4th place, and the highlight of our season was Liberty being awarded Best Condition.
Which brings us to this month. The start of the next 2023 season. Which we are actually starting off slowly, and opting out of the Jingle Bell Trot ride this upcoming weekend…mostly because Liberty goes really well with sufficient quantities of rest & recovery, and doing that ride, which is rocky and not easy, only 3 weeks after her strong 75 effort would be “too much.” Plus, we are in the middle of sorting some saddle fit issues, and really need to get that resolved before the next competition. So I’m planning to go pull ribbons on Sunday from one of the LD loops, and put some miles on our borrowed Reactor Panel saddle.
Last December, I wrote down some list of goals for the year, so let’s see how that went…
Take more riding lessons. Fail. Conditioning took precedence, and file this away under “things I didn’t get around to doing.”
Remember that it’s okay to say no. I did pretty good at setting boundaries and structuring my priorities, and I never felt like I hit burnout levels.
Finish my Masterson certification sometime this year. Fail. I have gotten so off-track with this, I don’t know when I’m going to pick it back up again.
Incorporate more arena work into my weekly riding routine. Fail for arena riding, but I did more mid-week conditioning rides than ever before.
Keep getting off and hiking/running. Fail. My own fitness is a horrible joke right now. I’ve got good riding fitness, but the hiking and running legs are definitely not there.
Keep tracking mileage. Yes! Every single ride I did got recorded this year. To date, I’ve got 863 miles logged for this year, and still a couple more weeks left…
Do more gluing on of boots. Yes! I glued on my own boots for 3 rides this year, plus at Tevis, and my failures were due to glue experimentation with an insufficient adhesive…and when I used the wrong size of boots.
No major truck repairs. Yes! (Again, not something I can really control, but if I have to sacrifice a hobbit to Sauron or something to ensure this trend continues into this next year, I’ll do it…)
Remind myself to not rush my ride plan. Yes! I am really proud of myself for sticking to my goal of laying a solid foundation for Liberty, and doing what was in her best interest for our ride schedule.
Blog more frequently. I should stop kidding myself. I’m never going to be one of those blog-5-times-a-week people. That makes it way too much like a job, and takes the fun out of it. I’ll stick with my format of “post my ride stories, or any other particularly interesting happenings…and then find the in-between stuff on social media.”
Looking Ahead to 2023…
What’s on the plate for 2023?
100-Mile Goals. 100s have always been my main goal in endurance. This will be Liberty’s third season competing…it’s time. To that end, I am planning the 20 Mule Team 100 in Ridgecrest in February. It is known for being a “good” first 100 in that it’s not as breathtakingly challenging as something like Tevis. It’s a ride that still demands respect (any 100 does), and a certain strategy…but it is very similar terrain to what we regularly ride. If that goes well…then we will plan for bigger rides in the summer.
Balancing ride and rest. With longer/bigger ride goals will come more of a need for longer recovery and rest periods. Remember “quality” over “quantity” and don’t get caught up in chasing too many rides. Use the in-between time to do some more volunteering and helping out at local rides again.
I’ve got some fun plans in place already, including heading down to Florida for the AERC Convention to run the Renegade booth at the Trade Show, and staying through the following weekend for the FITS ride.
Dipping my toes in the waters of ride management. Starting small, but I am going to be one of Lancette’s assistant managers for the Tonto Twist ride.
Club activities. We’ve got some great things in the works for this year, including a year-long “team challenge” designed to support and encourage new riders and have them team up with more experienced rider for training and rides.
Keep on seeing what the big mare can do. This past season was absolutely incredible…I never set out with a deliberate eye on any of our top ten finishes…but to do as well as we did feels absolutely amazing. So we’re going to keep doing more of the same. Ride Liberty’s ride…ride smart…don’t waste time…and see what and where it gets us. The greatest gift has been to share so many miles with this amazing mare, and the relationship that has formed over those miles.
2022 was a year of a lot of ups and downs. Some very low downs and dark days and losses, and some amazing highs and successes. I suppose that’s a cross-section of life, though…rarely are there times when it’s all good or all bad. Horses and riding still remain one of my centering lifelines, though…a place to escape when the entire world is going mad, where I can forget about the bad, the things I can’t change or control, to put it aside for a time and focus on the here and now, nothing but me and my horse.
As we continue on with the holiday season, I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I’m sure I’ll be back with more seasonal festivities of the bedecked equine variety, much to Liberty’s delight and Mimi’s dismay…
I can’t think of a better way to wrap up a ride season than how this ride ultimately went. A few weeks ahead, I had waffled back and forth on if I should go for the 75-miler or 100-miler. The impatient part of my brain really wanted to try the 100-miler, but the reasons for doing so were not plentiful, and there were far more reasons to curb my enthusiasm and do the 75-miler. The overriding reason being that Liberty has never done anything longer than a 1-day 50, and we haven’t done any back-to-back rides, and ultimately, my gut was telling me that doubling her distance in one go would be too much. Or if we pulled it off, it might not be pretty…and what I’ve learned with this horse is every time I’ve tried to bite off too much or gotten too ahead of myself, it’s turned around and bitten us.
To that end, I entered the 75, and as the ride approached, I found myself getting really excited about it. Hard to know specifically why, but I felt probably the most excitement for this ride than I have any other ride this season. Probably the biggest question mark and misgiving I had (aside from the general “I hope we don’t find a rock with our name on it, nothing goes wrong, etc” pre-ride worries, since I’ve learned to never ever take it for granted that I’m going to finish a ride) was how the night portion would go.
A couple weeks prior, we had done a mini-clinic on night riding…and she was rather awful once it got dark. Very amped up and jigging (riding our “home” trails and leading a group of riders who were new to riding in the dark, and she thought we could be going a lot faster than the pace we had set), flinging her head around at bit pressure, and legitimately terrified of the glow lights I had put out. Like, stop and stare at the green glowing lights, snort, try to whirl or bolt past them, trembling, shying…it was a side of her I had never seen displayed before. And I kind of ran out of time to do any further practice with the notion. So I was hoping that having significant mileage under her girth on ride day (I anticipated probably being able to make it at least 60 miles or so before I lost the light) would settle her, or at least make her reactions not so dramatic.
Since we were going a longer distance, on trail that is pretty concussive/hard-packed, and rocky in places, I opted to glue padded boots again. I had some concerns about the size of the front pair (a little snug), but modified them the best I could and hoped for the best, since I didn’t have a larger size. (Yes, could have just used the padded front strap boots, but I was aiming for lighter weight/lower profile over the longer distance, so hoping this would work.)
Friday morning, I was out the door and down to the barn bright and early to get Liberty loaded up, and we were on the road in no time at all. This particular ride is quite close, only an hour away from the barn, and on some of our regular training trails, so it was a quick, easy drive, and I was in camp by 9am, giving me plenty of time to leisurely set up camp.
Liberty was, as usual, her consummate professional self, diving into her hay and steadily draining her water buckets and calmly watching all of the camp goings-on. She really is the best camper ever, always so chill at the trailer and never wasting any extra energy. I’ve contemplated getting her some kind of corral panel set up or a high-tie, but I don’t really have space to store panels, and my trailer roof is a little too low to properly mount a high-tie, so I’ve not really pursued those options, and quite frankly, she’s so polite and quiet at the trailer and ties so nicely, I don’t know if I really need it or if she would actually even use the extra space.
Anyway…I got myself checked in, and hustled Liberty up to vet in as soon as I could. She was very sassy for her trot-out, pinning her ears at her and trying to charge ahead…ahem. Back to manners school for her. Glad you’re fit and feeling fresh, mare, but you still have to be polite about it. From there, we headed out for a little shake-out pre-ride. Normally, my pre-rides are pretty short and sweet, but she was definitely feeling full of herself, so I opted for a longer ride, a 5-mile loop out from camp. Mostly walking, just getting her head together and giving us some quiet time alone on the trail. The route we used would also be the first couple miles of the start — which would be in the dark — as well as the last couple miles back in to camp coming off all the loops, so it was a good preview of those sections.
That leg stretch was just what she needed, and by the time we were back to camp, she was her typical, polite self again. Got her settled back at the trailer again, then had lots of time for the rest of the afternoon to finish my pre-ride prep of adding spare boots to my saddle, mixing and packing electrolytes, and getting as much stuff laid out for the next day as possible. I didn’t have any formal crew help lined up, so I wanted to make sure everything was as streamlined as possible since I would be juggling myself + horse + dog…and then adding a longer distance to all that.
A little later in the afternoon, I had a new endurance recruit join me — a gal that I had done a boot fitting for last year, got chatting about endurance with, and long story short…she attended one of the club 101 Clinics earlier this year, came out to our night riding clinic last month…and then signed up for the intro ride at McDowell! I’m super excited to have made an actual recruit to the sport, so it was really fun to take her around camp and show her the ropes. She’s super enthusiastic about everything, so I’m looking forward to seeing how she goes and offering whatever help I can.
Ride dinner at this particular ride is done Friday night…in this case, since I didn’t know when I would be finishing the 75, I do kind of like that…no worries about coming in after dinner is over, etc. And the club was doing a potluck on Saturday night, so I knew I could count on someone saving me a plate for whenever I was done. There ended up being 9 in the 75-miler, 2 in the 100, 23 in the 50 and 31 in the 30. A Facebook memory popped up, from when I was at this ride probably a decade ago, and I had made a comment in the caption that there were 20 riders in the 75 alone (this was before a 100 was offered). A lot has changed in the last decade, that’s for sure.
Something I do like about fall rides…it gets dark early, so it’s easy to get things wrapped up for the evening and head to bed early! Which is exactly what I did…tucked Liberty in with her blanket, plenty of hay, topped off her waters, took Sofie for one more walk around camp, and then retreated to my cozy truck nest. With a 6am start, that meant a 4am wakeup, so the earlier I could attempt to sleep, the better.
I won’t say I have gotten used to 4am wakeup calls…but I’ve done quite a few of them this past year or so, especially trying to get out to ride this summer (some days were even 3am!) and so 4am no longer sounds quite as inhuman of a time to wake up as it once did. Did my usual morning routine of dressing in the clothes I had laid out the night before, then crawling out of the truck, taking Sofie out to potty before tucking her back into the truck, then starting my morning coffee and breakfast. Liberty got herself a little “morning snack” (scoop of Outlast and a handful of her favorite feed) to work on while I got her tacked up, in between working on my own breakfast and coffee. I’ve got my routine pretty streamlined these days, and it doesn’t take me much time at all to be ready to go. One more walk for the dog before getting her settled into the trailer (she gets to use Liberty’s nice warm blanket for her bed while we’re gone), some back-and-forth with Liberty about how tight was the girth going to be or not, and then it was time to hop on and head to the start.
I had allotted plenty of time for warm-up…lots of walking in big circles around the starting area. Way-too-smart mare knows the out-trail, so she was perfectly calm and polite near that area, but when we’d walk away from the trail, she’d give me a little sass in the form of head tossing and trying very hard to walk in the direction of the out-trail. Well, gotta love a horse who really wants to get out on the trail.
With only 9 in the 75, it wasn’t exactly a madhouse start…half the field wasn’t even there right at 6…so we walked out, walked down the slightly downhill, slightly rocky section of trail, Liberty’s good walk had us passing someone right in front of us, then we picked up a trot and just went. It was still dark — sunrise wasn’t until 7 — but she was locked onto the trail and comfortably cruising. Pre-riding this section had really helped — she knew where there were spots that dipped in and out of washes — and she didn’t put a hoof wrong. (This, from the horse I sometimes have to watch with her toe-catching in broad daylight.)
The morning didn’t offer any particularly dramatic sunrise this time…rather, a gradual lightening of the sky that slowly got brighter and brighter. The first 15 miles of the first loop are probably the rockiest section of the ride, especially down at the southern end of the park, so we did a lot of “walk the rocks, trot the clear” to get through, eventually making our way to the first checkpoint and water stop at 12 miles. Liberty drank really well here, got electrolyted, and took a few minutes to stuff in some hay while ducked behind a bush to recycle the morning coffee. Then it was back in the saddle and on our way again. Shortly out from the water, we caught up to my friend Dayna and her riding companion, and I asked if she minded if I tucked in behind them for a bit. See, the front-running 50s (starting half an hour after us) had actually caught up to us at the water…and some of the faster 50s were our training buddies and horses Liberty knows, so I didn’t want her to get too “motivated” by their faster pace and spend the rest of the loop doing “negotiations” with her. Liberty paced really well with Dayna’s horses, and she was happy to have me ride with them, so that’s what we did for the remainder of the loop.
We had a brief water/electrolyte stop at the maintenance shed checkpoint at 21 miles, where she drank really well, and another one at 24 miles, just a couple miles from camp, where she drank really well again. Super thrilled with this, since the weather was still very pleasantly cool. And then she drank again as soon as we reached camp. By the time she drank, I dropped her bit, and loosened her girth, she was pulsed down, so I got her pulsed in, then right over to vet. Just short wait with one other horse in front of us, then it was our turn. I totally forgot to take a picture of my vet card, but from what I remember, she had all As, and was still sassy enough to jump around and try to knock into me on our trot-out. (Seriously, back to remedial trot-out school for her.)
One loop, and the longest at 26 miles, down. Back to the trailer, where I installed her in front of her buffet selection (two kinds of hay, two kinds of mash) then grabbed a sparkling water and took Sofie for a walk. This check was very much like a typical hold for most 50s for me — I’ve got an hour, so plenty of time to let her eat, take care of the dog, take a few minutes to sit and eat, then get waters, saddle snacks, and elytes refilled. A dose of elytes into the horse…swap her bit out for a hackamore…add a running martingale because her head-tossing on the first loop had reached truly epic levels of aggravation and I was afraid she was either going to face-plant herself or crack me on the nose (bitting/bridling this horse and teaching her to soften to any sort of face pressure has been quite an undertaking and we’re still not there yet, and yes, she’s had full dental work, vet exams, bodywork, etc)…and we were ready to head out. We were at the out-timer with several minutes to spare, so I kept her walking in circles until we reached out out-time, then trotted right out of camp.
The next loop started with a section of trail I really like. Lots of twisty single-track, and it’s a newer trail to the park, so it’s one I’ve only ridden a couple of times previously. In fact, Libby and I had just preridden it about a week and half prior to the ride, so it was fresh in both of our minds, and she cruised through this section. Tammy had left out from camp a little bit ahead of us, and we kept playing peek-a-boo through this section — I would see her on a trail section ahead of us, then the trail would turn, or drop down into a wash, and we’d loose sight of each other, only to come around the next bend and see her a couple turns ahead. Both horses were pretty much evenly matched in pacing, so it continued like this for much of the first half of the loop. I could also see Dayna and her friend behind us, the same sort of “few minutes and a few trail turns back.”
From miles 33 to 38 is a long, gradual uphill section. It doesn’t look like it’s really climbing, and the whole trail is smooth single-track, so this section is super-tempting to really let the horses go if you don’t know the trail. I know the trail…Liberty knows the trail. The long, uphill slog doesn’t overly impress her. It was hitting noon-time, the sun was high overhead, and there’s no shade on this section of the trail. And every time I’ve ever done this ride, every horse I’ve ridden hits a bit of a wall through here. Which is fine…like I said, not a great time to let them blow out all their reserves. A strategy of walk/trot intervals served us well to get through this section, and once we got about halfway through this stretch, the breeze picked up, Liberty perked up again, and although we kept to the intervals, she was doing so with a little more motivation and impulsion. We were also doing some leapfrogging with Tammy and Dayna, so having the other horses around/nearby was also serving to keep her quite happy.
The trail then headed back down to the maintenance shed checkpoint. Liberty drank well again, ate some hay, and then it was back to camp again, in a more roundabout fashion than the first loop. Another few miles of a different “uphill slog” trail that took us around to a long, gradual downhill stretch, and around to the water stop a couple miles from camp. Onto the 2-mile stretch of single-track into camp. Partway through this section, I felt Libby take a few funky steps whenever we would go through rocks. My brain immediately went into “disaster mode,” wondering if this was it, if our ride would be done by the time we got back to camp, if she had stepped wrong somewhere…and then I looked down and noticed she was missing a front glue-on. Wait. Make that missing both front glue-ons. Oh. Well, that would explain the off steps. Fortunately we were only a short distance from camp at this point, on good footing, so I walked her in. She was pulsed down immediately, and when I took her over to vet in, I pointed out her missing boots to the vet, assuring him I had spare boots back at the trailer for the third loop. (I had a spare boot on my saddle, but I figured that with one hoof bare and one hoof covered, she would look really imbalanced and funky on the trot-out so I opted to leave both fronts bare.) Her vetting wasn’t quite as good as loop 1…gut sounds a little quieter, and not as wildly perky on the trot-out (also, protecting her bare hooves, so understandable) but we were cleared to keep going. Second loop, 24 miles, down.
Of course, she still had a bunch of glue now stuck to her hooves that I was going to have to get off in order for her strap boots to really go on and fit well. I also wanted to pull her tack, give her saddle pad a chance to dry, and get all of our night gear together. My expression must have looked slightly stressed as I left the vetting area, because I was immediately joined by my friend Ellen, who had ridden the 30-miler that day and was already finished, and she asked me what I needed help with and what she could do. And then on the way back to the trailer, my friend Tracy (who I rode with at White Mountain Tango earlier in the fall) jumped into the fray as well. Both of them were incredibly helpful — back at the trailer Liberty got untacked, and Tracy started cleaning her up while Ellen took Sofie out for a walk, giving me a chance to sit and eat. Once Sofie was taken care of, Ellen took care of refilling my saddle waters and snacks, while I pulled out the rasp and scraped the worst of the glue chunks off Libby’s hooves and put her strap boots on. Tack back on…jacket added to the saddle…headlamp on helmet, warmer shirt changed into…hackamore swapped for a sidepull…and time to go again. So grateful for Ellen and Tracy’s helping hands, as I don’t know if I would have gotten everything done in time.
Once again I had a few minutes at the out-timer, and I was pleasantly surprised by Libby’s happy attitude to the idea of heading out again. She cheerfully trotted right out of camp once more, and out the same trail we had started on first thing in the morning…and promptly spooked at the trail intersection. <sigh> She had been so good all day long so far and the spooks had been super minimal, but as we headed into the late afternoon, her alert levels definitely went up, and things that hadn’t even warranted an ear-flick earlier in the day were now worthy of snorts and side-teleports. Oh, well. This is why my saddle has a nice hoop pommel on it.
This loop also had another long, uphill stretch…one that we regularly use in one of our favorite training loops, so I was hoping the familiar trail, and some “force of habit” would kick in and motivate her to motor up this section. Which it did…she was definitely more lively than the uphill section of loop 2, albeit not as spunky as she is on training runs. (Granted, she usually has about 11 miles under her girth on a training ride versus 55 at this point…)
Once through the uphill stretch, she knew exactly where we were, and she was ready to fly. Dusk was approaching and the whole desert was turning golden, the mountains on the horizon starting to take on a purple cast. One more time into the maintenance shed water and checkpoint, where she drank, ate some hay, took her elytes, and we headed out again. She did really good as evening fell, and the spooks were fairly minimal. And I was right…we made it to right around 65 miles before we lost the light completely. And now we were on familiar trail…trail we had traversed earlier in the ride, and trail that we use all the time for training rides. And she was quite happy to keep moving out.
Unfortunately, with total darkness also came quite a bit of spooking. Which is hard when you can’t see whatever it is they see and have no advanced warning. Fortunately, she wasn’t reacting nearly as dramatically over the lights as she had during the clinic, but she was still peeking at some of them, especially if there was a light “puddle” being cast on the trail. We only had about 6 miles or so to go a this point, but I didn’t really relish spending them dealing with two handfuls of spook, so I was grateful when I heard voices ahead…we had caught up to Dayna and her friend. And even more grateful when Dayna was okay with me tucking in behind them for the remaining miles.
A few miles out from camp, we stopped at the last water stop to let the horses drink, and had a really good discussion about the finish. The last few miles in were single track trail, with cactus around, and very little area that is conducive to pulling off the trail or passing, and definitely no racing in. With that in mind, we talked finish order out on the trail. Dayna offered that if I wanted the higher finish or was chasing points, she would be happy to let me go ahead. But I really didn’t feel right doing that. She had done me a solid, both earlier in the ride and then helping us get through this section in the dark, so I really felt like it was way more appropriate for her to have the higher finish. I also picked up some really useful insights and tips along the way from Dayna, as I usually do whenever I’ve had the chance to spend time with her, which is always appreciated. And so our group of 3 rode in together the last few miles…no pressure, not rushing, but not dawdling…and finished 2/3/4, coming in at 7:24 for a ride time of 11:24…and turns out only 9 minutes behind 1st place. (And my “if it all goes right, upper-level” goal was to finish 7-7:30.)
Since we had ridden easy in, Liberty was cool and not sweaty, and pulsed down as soon as we got in. I had preemptively packed my crew cart during the 2nd hold, and had Ellen take it up for me and leave it at the finish so I would have everything I needed right there…including snacks for Libby. I parked her in front of the cart and she dove into her food while I stripped off her tack and got a cooler on her. I made sure she was pulsed down, and then went over to check in with the vet. Dr Anderson asked me if I wanted to stand for Best Condition…to which I was finally able to happily say yes. He’s asked me that at a few rides this season now, and previously, I either wasn’t prepared (had never dreamed I would Top Ten rides with this horse, so we had never practiced showing for BC and in-hand circles), or she hadn’t finished solid enough where I felt like we would stand a chance. But this time…she felt really solid coming in, so I thought it would be worth it.
By that time, both MJ and Lancette had come over (both had ridden the 50 that day) and gave me a hand with horse and tack juggling for me to get weighed, then it was time for Liberty’s 10 minute CRI. She trotted out great, and I think her CRI was something like 56/60. Then it was time to take her back to the trailer and get her cleaned up and come back in an hour for the full BC exam. MJ and Lancette came back with me…Lancette stopping to get me a plate of dinner and bowl of hot soup, and MJ taking Libby and getting her settled in back at the trailer. Fortunately, Tracy’s sponge bath of her earlier in the day had done the job, and she hadn’t gotten very sweaty at all out on the third loop, so it didn’t take much to get her brushed, then let her stuff her face…while I stuffed mine, and MJ took Sofie out for a walk. Lancette’s hot soup tasted amazing, and it felt really good to sit down. The last five miles, my thighs and feet had been screaming at me, since I had been bracing myself a lot holding Libby back and keeping her a polite distance from the other horses. I’m still shocked I was riding the handbrake more in the last 5 miles of the ride than the first 5.
When my hour was almost up, Lancette took Sofie and I grabbed Libby, and we all headed up to the vetting area again (Susie had come in on the 100 during that time, so MJ had gone to help her). I had a few minutes to wait, as Dayna was showing her horse for BC, so I walked Libby around, then it was our time to present. All of her vet parameters were good…all A’s, from what I remember…and then it was time to trot circles. And from what Lancette and MJ and a couple others who were watching said, she looked good. It took no effort or encouragement on my part for her to keep right up with me on a loose lead, and all of the practice we did at making smooth circles and staying at my shoulder really paid off. I was super happy with how that had gone…that was only my second time ever showing for BC (first time was with Flash at Bumble Bee several years ago), and Libby’s first time ever. And my main goal had been to put in a respectable showing with a happy, sound horse…which I certainly had, based on Dr Anderson’s comment of, “well, she looks ready to go for a fourth loop.”
After that, I took her back to the trailer, got her tucked in with her blanket and plenty of food, then Sofie and I headed back up to hang out at the firepit and wait for the last few riders to come in on the 75. There was about a dozen of us hanging around waiting up, so we had lots of laughter and sharing of the day’s ride stories, and by 10:30, all the riders were in. After everyone had vetted and gotten their completions and things were winding down, I couldn’t help myself…I “casually” asked Dr Anderson if they’d had a chance to calculate BC scores…and they had…and after leaving me on pins and needles with some teasing misdirection…told me that Liberty had gotten Best Condition!!!!!
I think I floated back to the trailer…gave my mare the biggest hug ever…and finally crashed into bed around midnight. I woke up around 6:30 the next morning, and crawled out as it was getting light. Libby was bright-eyed and nickering for breakfast. She had put a serious dent in her hay overnight, drank really well, and looked perky and happy. I hadn’t bothered to wrap her legs, and they didn’t look any more filled than what they usually look like after she’s been in her stall overnight. I took her for a stroll around camp and she was strong and forward, even looking over at the trail and out-timer area like, “Can we go again?”
It took me a couple of hours to get camp packed up, and then I got my prizes from the weekend (engraved folding knife for completion, rope halter for top ten, and mesh hay manger for Best Condition), got the mare loaded up, and hit the road for home. Back at the barn, Libby popped out of the trailer, charged across the barnyard, and went strutting out to the pasture.
Two weeks later, she is full of beans and feeling good. I’ve given her a solid two weeks off, and will give her a light arena workout this week, followed by an easy, slow ride this weekend pulling ribbons at another local ride. It was the absolute best way to end what’s been an incredible ride season. We set out to finish Liberty’s first 75, and we finished well beyond what I was expecting. And to finish the season with a Best Condition…she truly did get better and stronger as the season went on.
Our next ride won’t be until January, the super-local-to-me Tonto Twist 50. In the meantime, Liberty gets some well-earned rest and easy rides as we head into the holidays, and be ready to rock-n-roll in 2023!