Epic Tevis Adventure, 2014 Edition: Part One: Extracurricular Riding Time

(These write-ups may be long, extensive, and photo-intensive.)

After what has been somewhat of a teeth-gnashingly stressful last couple of months, I was more than ready for a vacation and a chance to get away. Spending a week covered in dust, dirt, sweat, and horse hair, staying up for all hours, being short on sleep, and running around like a crazy person may not seem like most peoples’ idea of a relaxing vacation (laying out on the beach sipping cocktails is highly overrated…), but in my world, Tevis Week is pretty much the ultimate in vacation destinations. (One of the week’s catchphrases was “Insanity Confirmed!” and I think that pretty much covers it.)
This year, I would be crewing for Lucy, whom I crewed for in 2009 and 2012. She would once again be riding Fergus, the one she finished on in 2012.
The TUESDAY before Tevis, I managed a flight out of Phoenix at a rather civilized 8:30AM, which put me in Sacramento around 10:30. Kaity was already ensconced in Tevis Low Camp (our name for Lucy and Patrick’s place), and as Lucy was still at work, she volunteered for airport retrieval duty, since the faster I got there, the faster we could hit the trails. Part of Kaity’s trip involved bringing her younger endurance horse (Ani) for a couple of weeks of exposure and pre-riding of the Tevis trails to determine his future suitability for the ride, and Lucy once again offered me the use of Roo while I was up there.
I exited the airport a seething, spitting ball of rage (the flight and the airport were both filled with loud, seat-kicking children, and parents who should have known better, but the closer we got to Auburn, the more my Tevis Zen kicked in, and by the time we stopped for the obligatory In-N-Out burger (never mind both Kaity and I have In-N-Out in our respective locations…it’s just what you do in Auburn at Tevis time), I was fully in vacation mode.
A quick stop to Echo Valley Feed (I want to move to Auburn…not only do their feed stores know what endurance is, they stock endurance gear and give an AERC member discount [and Tevis shirts]!) for Fergus-food, a quick stop at Holiday Market in Cool (us girls needed liquid provisions for the next few days), and it was onwards to Tevis Low Camp!
No Hands Bridge — now I know I’m in
Tevis Country

cuddles with Spike, who looks almost
exactly like his big sister
Over the summer, Lucy and Patrick obtained Spike the Decker Terrier, who is a full, younger brother to my own Artemis. (Lucy is also the one who enabled my obtaining Artemis…payback!) I knew a week without my own puppy was going to be tough, so fortunately I had a stand-in! (Plus Finn, the 2-year-old Standard Poodle.) We did a whirlwind meet-n-greet of people and puppies, then donned riding gear, hitched up Kaity’s trailer, gathered gear, and headed out for the trails! (But not before Roo and I had to play our annual “catch me if you can” games.)
Tuesday’s ride would take us from the staging area called “the Bus Stop” through Potato Richardson’s place on the trail he made to connect to the Western States trail, down to Poverty Bar (where Tevis crosses the American River on Ride Day), along the river road towards Quarry, and then back the way we came. (Pretty sure there’s proper names for most of what we were riding, I just don’t know them.)
Ani investigates a creek crossing

manzanita tunnels
Even in the middle of a drought, there was still so much green and so much water! Lots of little creeks to cross, and some very fun, technical single track trails. Kaity is an excellent and fearless trail guide, so I happily let her lead while I hung on and kept Roo to a dull roar and off Ani’s tail. (I tend to have a rather conservative [ok, paranoid] definition of what is trottable and what isn’t, so it helps to have someone show me what exactly you can do and still not break your horse.)
fun single track
We spent some time hanging out in a nice shallow section of the river, letting the boys drink. I marveled at the scenery. Kaity explained how the river crossing worked on Ride Day. We both took pics. (I think we both had our little point-n-shoot cameras glued to our hands all weekend.) Then we headed out of the river and down the river road towards the Lower Quarry check.
love my borrowed grey pone
down at the river — Roo eyeballs rafters
yay, besties!!!
We didn’t go all the way to Quarry – probably about a mile and half out. 
leaving the Poverty Bar area
heading down Maine Bar to the Quarry Road

official signage
We started heading up the Brown’s Bar trail – supposedly the next intersection was less than a mile away, but we never did find it after going what was likely the appropriate distance, and were starting to lose daylight, so elected to turn around and head home the same way we went out. Brown’s Bar was really pretty – all green and lush, but unsettlingly eerie on that particular day, because it was dead quiet. No bird noises, no wind, no leaves rustling, the sound of the river didn’t reach that far up the canyon…a bit unnerving. (I may watch/read too much fantasy/supernatural/bordering on creepy stuff.)
going up Brown’s Bar
Back down on the river road, Roo and I had our annual “discussion” – he does this leapy/twisty/crowhoppy thing, I yell at him, we proceed. Lather, rinse, repeat a time or two, then we’re good for the rest of the trip.
It was great fun bombing back up to Sliger Mine on some fairly narrow, twisting single-track…this is the kind of trail where I really love riding the short little go-kart ponies. They zoom.
Roo got in front…and then decided he didn’t
want to be there. And then DEER happened.
It was all very exciting. :)

zooming on single-track

We got back to the trailer right at dusk, spent a moment picking fresh blackberries around the trailhead, then headed back to Low Camp for pizza and an evening of staying up way too late (a recurring theme).

WEDNESDAY was our big ride day – Kaity and I trailered to the new Chicken Hawk staging area and rode out from there, backwards up the trail to the Deadwood vet check and back. The new staging area is very nice – both beforehand and on Ride Day. There’s a lot more space than what the old check used to have, from what I understand.
all dressed and ready to go
going down Chicken Hawk Rd towards Michigan Bluff

trotting on Gorman Ranch Rd 

Michigan Bluff signage

official historical information signage
I got to see part of the trail back in 2009 when Lucy took me riding from Foresthill to El Dorado Creek and back, but my memory of it wasn’t all that clear, and I knew I had seen the easiest parts. Going down the Michigan Bluff side of El Dorado Canyon wasn’t bad. There’s a lot of trees and vegetation, and with exception of a couple of rock sections, pretty smooth.
Here we go! Down into the canyon…

nice balancing act…

leading across El Dorado bridge
Going up the Deadwood side made me squeak. 
this was towards the bottom…I didn’t have the camera out
on the scarier parts — I was not letting go of the reins
what goes up…

drinking at Kaput Spring on the way up

picking through a rocky section

Because it’s a long climb up – about 3.5 miles – we were taking it easy and walking most of it. The Deadwood side of the canyon has more exposed areas, and going at a slow pace, even going uphill, gave me entirely too much time to think about the fact we were going to have to come down this same trail again. I will admit I was pretty unnerved by the time we reached the top – Insanity Confirmed, again, and who thought Tevis was a good idea anyway??? – and I chose to pretend the location of Deadwood Cemetery at the very top of the canyon was an unfortunate coincidence in placement, and not an ominous sign.
passing by the cemetery
We continued on to the site of the actual Deadwood vet check – out of the canyon and on nice, trottable roads and trails now – and stopped for a quick lunch. There’s a pump (potable, we later found out!) and trough at the site, and the Ride Day port-a-potties were already in place. The boys had a drink, then got tied to the hitching posts while Kaity and I broke out sandwiches, ate, then took turns pumping water while the other dunked and soaked her head/hair.
convincing the grey one to drink
trough cooling!
port-a-potties already in place for Saturday
40+ minutes later, we headed back down the trail. This was the part I was dreading…and it went so much better than I thought. A lot of the Deadwood side of El Dorado canyon is a fairly gentle downhill slope, easily trottable in many sections. So we trotted. Ironically, I did better trotting than walking. When trotting, I feel like I’m more actively engaged with how I’m riding, and I have more to think about and focus my attention on other than “look at that drop-off…”
If you are afraid of heights, I apologize in advance for this next series of pictures. You may wish to swim by them quickly if you have no desire to see some of the [potentially dumb] stuff I do on horseback. I apologize in advance to my mother.

Also, Kaity is braver than I am, which is why she had the camera out and I didn’t.

Roo tried to climb into Kaput Spring on the way down

the trail past Kaput Spring, looking in the
direction the ride runs
at the bottom of the canyon, bridge over El Dorado Creek
I had a couple of heart-seizing moments when Roo would trip on an embedded rock, but it was minor stuff that he easily recovered from and kept on trucking. And the cliff back up to Michigan Bluff wasn’t bad at all – I could handle the slower walking pace on it.
going back up to Michigan Bluff
manzanita tunnel = nearly at the top
So the good news is, my nerves cope with the trail better when taking it the same direction The Ride goes, and not backwards. The other good news was I’m pretty sure half of my nerves were from being on a horse I still don’t know all that well. Granted, Roo knows the trails and has done the canyons multiple times…but I know I would have been more comfortable on my own pony that I know inside and out and trust on anything. So hopefully by the time I get to Tevis, it will be on a horse who I have already logged extensive riding hours and trail miles on and I will feel comfortable moving out and making time where I can.
Through Michigan Bluff and back to Chicken Hawk, we let the boys move out where we could, and they were flying! Roo got so mad at the fact Ani (at 16 hands) can easily out-trot him (in all of his 14.1 hand glory) and he was clearly pouting as he watched Ani roar away from him down the road. But we made up for it with pans of sloppy mash back at the trailer.
yay for a fun ride and good buddies!

Wednesday evening is the Tevis BBQ, although by the time we got back, uploaded, cleaned up, and got to Auburn, things were pretty well wrapped up for the evening. I like the socializing, but I was really glad for the chance to get to see more of the trail. We did the traditional perusal of the barns, drooling over the gorgeous horses (nothing like a barnful of athletes in tip-top shape), then headed back to Low Camp for the night.
Part 2: Tevis Prep and The Ride to follow…

life lessons from the endurance trail

Endurance riding…and honestly, anything involving horses, ain’t for the feint of heart.

But you know what? Neither is life.

In general, horses and riding have not come easily for me. It’s my life passion, and I’ve yet to find anything I would give it up for…but I’ve had to fight for it every step of the way. Every goal, every achievement, every milestone.

My first introduction to lessons and riding was a rough start when I was persistently and maliciously dumped by one particular horse. I got to the point of being so scared that I would be nauseous and crying on the drive down to my weekly lesson. But I wanted to go…insisted, through the tears and shaking nerves, that I would go and I would ride. (There was also always a slim chance that I would get to ride one of the *good* horses, so I had to take that chance…I think there’s a life lesson about hope and optimism buried somewhere in there.) My parents didn’t force me. In fact, they offered me every out…but I refused to take them up on it.

After about of year of this, they moved me to a different instructor…one who employed reliable, kid-safe, caretaker lesson horses. Early impressions and imprinting are hard to overcome, though, and it would take several years, some patient instructors, and a couple of sainted equines (Deck and Snappy, I owe you everything) to help me piece my shattered confidence back together.

Even now, I’m not a brave rider.

I quit jumping after one wreck too many…I came back one final time a year after my worst incident to “conquer the fear,” which I did in a pretty stellar fashion (5 courses, including a timed jump-off and the highest I’ve ever jumped the pony — 3′) and I haven’t jumped since.

And while we’re on the subject of true confessions? I used to be scared to ride out of the arena. My trainer used to have to literally clip a leadrope on Mimi and pony/drag me off the property. I’m betting I’m the last person on this planet anyone would have ever bet money on becoming an endurance rider. And not just an endurance rider, but one with Tevis aspirations.

Do I still get scared?

All the time.

I hate hitting the dirt. When I part company with a horse, rarely is it the “gracefully slide/roll and stand back up again” variety. It usually involves some kind of story/drama/trauma, and subsequent splat in the dirt.

I don’t get along well with uptight, nervous horses who need lots of coddling and reassurance…or the kind who need a devil-may-care rider who laughs off spooks and misbehavior. I can be confident and guide an inexperienced horse along the trail, provided that horse is the kind of base personality that tends towards bold and doesn’t constantly second-guess me when I say “It’s okay, keep going forward, nothing’s gonna get you.”

And the biggest obstacle I face as an endurance rider is the fact I am paranoid and afraid of breaking my horse. I’ve had enough challenges and issues with Mimi over the years that it’s made me hyper-aware and overly cautious about pushing a horse, let along pushing them too hard. Again, the early imprinting of having to struggle through and hold my horse together to get those miles…every ride completion we have is a victory and a celebration that I don’t take for granted.

But doing endurance has forced me to recognize those issues, to face them, and attempt to deal with them. Last year was an excellent stepping stone for me. I rode lots of new horses. Some experienced, some brand-new greenies. Not just once, but several times, I climbed on a horse I’d never ridden until the morning of the ride, and proceeded to ride 25-50 miles on them. I toughed it out on horses who I didn’t completely mesh with…and really, really appreciated the ones I did.

And I learned to have more faith and confidence, not just in the innate ability of a conditioned, athletic endurance horse, but also in myself that I wasn’t going to break the horse and it wasn’t all going to go horribly wrong. Ever since Mimi’s unceremonious retirement halfway through our last 50 together, I’ve been beating myself up, wondering what I did wrong, what I could have changed, psycho-analyzing every minute detail, and generally feeling sorry for myself and my pony.

It’s taken me some time to get my head around this concept, but sometimes, stuff just happens. You can do everything right, and the stars just aren’t aligned on that day and time. This has been a hard thing for me to grasp. I tend to take it personally when things go wrong, and don’t shake things off easily. Yes, that can be a bit arrogant and self-indulgent…but we are who we are and we all feel, react, and cope differently to every situation. And outside circumstances at the time made it easier for me to just duck and cover, and temporarily go on hiatus from endurance. Even that couldn’t last too long, though, and friends with extra horses started coming out of the woodwork, giving me something to ride.

Yeah, the last couple of years haven’t been ideal, catch-riding and rig sharing/borrowing and generally relying on the good graces of other people when I’m by nature more of a self-reliant person…but it’s better than not riding. I accomplished a number of milestones under those less-than-ideal circumstances, including getting my first endurance and LD mileage patches, going to new rides I’d never been to, seeing friends I wouldn’t otherwise get to see, and facing down some of those above-mentioned personal demons.

Circling back around to where I started, this hasn’t been an easy ride for me. But endurance has been the best soul-searching, horizon-expanding, comfort-zone-shifting thing for me, pretty much ever. Life lessons, indeed. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that there are no easy answers…life doesn’t come with a handbook…you just have to live it.

Lead Dogs

So many little white pony ear shots…the only thing that
changes is the scenery. Always bold and always perky.

In reading Funder’s blog post about her Nevada Derby 50 ride, she had a section where she talked about sled dog racing, lead dogs, and the similarities to that and endurance. She put into words pretty much exacty what I was thinking, so with her permission, I copy it here:

I spent a lot of time thinking about lead dogs. 

This year I fell off into watching the Iditarod pretty closely, and I read two books about long-distance sled racing. It’s fascinating, really, the similarities and differences between endurance riding one horse and endurance racing 8-16 dogs. One of the main things sled racers worry about is their lead dogs. Not every dog has it in her to lead the pack, and only the best of the best can lead for a thousand miles straight. Most teams — even winning teams — rotate between several lead dogs. If your lead dog quits on you, he’s probably nottired, he’s just mentally tired from being in front, and he needs to just run with the pack in the middle for a couple (hundred) miles.

So that was perking along in the back of my mind all day. It’s hard to be the lead dog.When Dixie and I were leading, I noticed that I had to concentrate much harder to make damn sure I was on the right trail. Can I see a ribbon ahead? When’s the last time I saw one? How’s the footing ahead, should I slow us down, don’t forget to signal when you slow down! What do I remember about this section? Can we walk for a quarter mile and get to better trail, or is this a section where you trot ten feet and walk ten feet and trot again?

The horses are the same way. And they’re herbivores, not brave predators. The lead horse has to watch for rocks and pick her footing; the horses behind the lead horse just step exactly where the lead horse stepped. (You’ve seen this — you know that if the horse in front of you stumbles over a rock, there’s a 90% chance your horse is going to stumble over the same damn rock.) It’s hard to be the lead dog for a horse too! 

And I kept that in mind all afternoon as we swapped out our lead dogs. They’d all recovered fine, they weren’t lame, and Dixie and Kody are both hundred-mile horses. They weren’t tired; they were tired of leading. I didn’t get mad at Dixie, and I didn’t fall into my usual “she’s just not cut out for this sport we should give up” pit of despair. She did really well and she was really honest!

I’ve also dabbled here and there with an interest in sled dog racing — enough to have several books on the subject, at least. And there’s nothing like reading about sled dog racing to make you feel good about your sanity level as an endurance rider.
To be honest, I’ve never had to put a lot of thought into the mental pressures of leading. Mimi is naturally a lead horse. She prefers to lead, getting sulky, spooky, pouty, and sometimes downright naughty when kept in the back for too long. (When riding with friends, about the time they hear me cussing behind them is when they know it’s time to let the pony lead.) She can also keep up with or out-pace all the horses we’ve ridden with, and is still overall one of the boldest, bravest horses I’ve ridden. (To be fair, she also has who-knows-how-many hours and miles of experience.)

She’s also a pretty “easy” ride in the sense that the toughest thing to do is try to keep her to a dull roar and persuade her to not dislocate your shoulders. Especially at a ride, when she’s “on” she doesn’t even think about spooking or being naughty — she just wants to get down the trail, preferably faster than what I’d like her to do. But when the pony knows her job and does it, it’s pretty easy for me as a rider to do things like pay attention to the trail and ribbons. (Trail judgment…that’s a topic worthy of its own post…)

My pony has me so spoiled.

This past year, riding so many different horses showed me that this is kind of bold leadership is not par for the course. While it happened to varying degrees with a number of the horses I rode, I’m thinking specifically about Liberty. 

Happy ears, just a couple miles into the ride and still
feeling confident.
Prescott Chaparral 2013
I touched on it a bit in my Prescott Chaparral story, and again in the Bumble Bee write-up, but Liberty is a classic case of needing the mental break from leading. She’s still a young, green horse with not a whole ton of experience, and while she is naturally dominant in a herd, and has a curiosity, willingness, and boldness that will serve her well going down the trail, right now she still very much needs those mental breaks.

Less bold at this ride and much more
“wibbley-wobbley” young horse.

And riding horses who don’t have it quite “all together” yet has been more mentally taxing on me as a rider, including a couple of times at rides last year of missing ribbons/getting off course. Apparently I don’t multi-task as well as I thought…

It’s been an eye-opener for me to experience this, especially once I made the connection of what was actually going on versus the automatic assumption of “I broke my horse.” In all the rides we did, I only recall Mimi hitting a wall twice — once on a ride we’d done multiple times on trails we’d trained on, on a hot day, going away from camp yet again and she really just wanted to be done; and once when she tied up. tend to hit mental walls more than she does, and it’s often the perky pony attitude that gets me out of my funk.

I also touched on this a bit when musing about heart rate monitors — that “mental wall” is part of why I do like to ride with one, especially on horses I don’t know as well. It helps tell me whether they truly are tired and it’s reflecting in their pulse, or if they’re just mentally tired.

In front, and braver…but it took a lot of support on my part
to keep her there.

I’m sure some of this is my “growing pains” of adapting to riding other horses. Like I said, the pony has me spoiled, and the faster I get used to the fact that not every horse is going to be another Mimi, the easier it’ll be on me. And fortunately, I’ve still got her to fall back on, when I need a confidence booster or don’t want the pressure of having to be so “on” as a rider the entire time. (Not to say I let my guard down with her…the times I have, it’s usually ended up in a parting of the ways…that pony moves fast.)

It’s certainly true horses are a lifetime of learning, and the more of them you’re around, the more they teach you. I know I’ve learned that my preference in horses is a bold, forward leader…I would rather have one I hold back a bit than one I have to constantly coax, cajole, and pedal. Obviously, there is going to be some degree of coaxing, cajoling, and pedaling on young horses while they’re figuring life out…and that’s okay. As long as they eventually turn into a bold, confident, reliable, trail-safe horse…I’m happy.

AERC educational videos

This is a great new resource for those who are new to endurance riding, interested in starting endurance, or maybe who have been at it for a while and could stand a refresher…

AERC’s YouTube Channel with different educational and promotional videos.

Currently, there are educational, how-to videos covering the topics of the vet check, what to pack in your crew bag, and the basics of horse camping.

There are also some great videos that show coverage of this year’s AERC Convention…including interviews with some of the vendors who were set up there.

Yes, that’s the Renegade booth…and yes, that’s yours truly. With absolutely no advanced notice or head’s up…not too bad for completely on-the-spot interviewing.

Anyway…check out the rest of the videos, and remember, as always…if you have questions about endurance riding, email me or leave a comment! I still feel like I’m muddling my way through this sport most of the time, but if my experiences can help in any way, I’m always happy to share.

2014 AERC Convention write-up and report

Convention aftermath means I was tired enough to get a two-hour nap on the plane trip home, a feat normally reserved for red-eye and/or international flights. But the fun times and awesome people were worth the few less hours of sleep than normal. And after two solid nights’ sleep in my own bed, I’m feeling relatively normal again…
My trip started bright and early at o-dark-thirty Thursday morning with a 6:15 flight – as in 6:15 AM – and I’m pretty sure my boyfriend earned sainthood status by dropping me off at the airport at 4:45 in the morning. At least there’s virtually no traffic in Phoenix that time of the morning…
I was fortunate enough to share the flight with a fellow AZ endurance rider, so the time passed with horse talk and a shared portable DVD player.
The packages I had shipped to the hotel ahead of time all arrived in one piece and were waiting for me when I got there, so I was able to get the Renegade booth set up in short order and ready for the next day.
One of the best parts of going to the conventions is getting to meet people. As was the case in Reno last year, I got to meet people I had only previous known through blogging and/or Facebook, as well as people I’ve spoken and emailed with as part of Renegade customer service and support.
While setting up the Renegade booth, I was able to meet Kristen Lacey of The Distance Depot, who is one of our Renegade dealers. (They also made the bright orange tack set that shows up in some of my photos. Beautiful work – I would highly recommend them for biothane tack.) And of course I wasn’t going to leave empty-handed, especially since they are carrying the new Kerrits Ice-Fil tights – eager to test them this summer and see if they make a difference in the heat.
Thursday evening was the first of the blogger meet-ups, when Caitlin of Rafikah Rosecame into town and we went to a fantastictapas restaurant. We’re both total foodies, and when I go to a new place, I love to default to what the locals consider the “good” places. This was definitely good, and with a name like The Iberian Pig, celebrated all parts of said pig. Mac-n-cheese infused with pork belly? Yes, please!
The whole point of tapas is to share dishes, which means you get to sample a variety of multiple dishes without feeling like you need to compensate with a 5-mile run the next day. Other dishes samples were eggplant fries, bacon-wrapped/manchego-stuffed dates, the aforementioned mac-n-cheese, and pork cheek tacos.
What I failed to mention earlier was the weather – 39* and very cloudy when I stepped off the plane, and sometime while I was setting up the booth, it started raining. Hmmm. At least I brought a good – and waterproof – jacket.
That rain continued through the evening, and Caitlin and I had a grand time traipsing around Atlanta before heading back to the hotel and continuing swapping pony tales for another couple of hours.
Eventually Mel (of Boots and Saddles), who would be helping me run the booth for the weekend, arrived on her very late-night flight, and fortunately I was still awake, since, despite my request, the hotel front desk had failed to actually grant her a room key.
Mel and I first met in person before Tevis 2012, after following each other’s blogs for years, and she was a huge help to me in running the booth at last year’s convention. This year, she was more than willing to help out again, and I couldn’t have done it without her. She’s also a Renegade dealer, has ridden endurance in them for a number of years now, and is very knowledgeable about the boots, troubleshooting, and how to clearly explain the function and biomechanical relationship of the boots and the hoof.
Like I said, invaluable asset to a convention booth.
Friday morning, the trade show opened at 8:00AM and we were all set up and ready. I was also joined in the booth this year by Cheri Briscoe, whose name is pretty familiar in endurance circles. She won this year’s National Mileage Championship, as well as the Jim Jones Stallion Award (high mileage stallion), the Bill Stuckey Award (high mileage 65+ year-old rider), and a couple of others whose details escape me at the moment (my brain was pretty fried by the awards Saturday night). Cheri has ridden in Renegades for at least the past five or six years, and has logged over 5,000 competitive miles in them – 1660 this past year alone.
l to r: Cheri, myself, Melinda

Cheri was also a great rep to have in the booth – she has enthusiasm and the field experience to be able to answer questions like “How do the boots do in the mud?”. (Apparently the Grand Canyon ride this past year involved practically swimming up part of the trail, and lots and lots of mud.)
Atlanta was a smaller convention than Reno, at least when it came to the trade show, but we were absolutely slammed with people. One of the reasons I was excited about going to Atlanta was the chance to connect with new market. Being west-coast-based, the rides that I, and a lot of Renegade people, attend are on that side of the country, so by setting up a booth in Atlanta, I was hoping it meant people that might not have been exposed to Renegades would be able to see them in person. One of the things about the boots, I feel, is that they are a very hands-on product. You really appreciate the mechanics and engineering behind the boots once you pick them up and can see the function of the heel captivator.
I also really like in-person troubleshooting, so if people did have any questions, or maybe were having concerns with their boots, I was able to physically demonstrate with a boot in hand some key points to look for in fitting and adjusting the boots.
hanging out at the booth
l to r: Caitlin, myself, Saiph, Liz
Friday also brought more blogger meetups – Liz from In Omnia Paratus and Saiph from Wait for the Jump has driven down from West Virginia and DC, respectively. They are both fun, enthusiastic people who I was so glad to meet in person…and so sad they’re on the opposite coast from me! They hung around the booth quite a bit – both are also Renegade users and used the time to further pick my brain about boots – and then after the trade show wrapped up for the evening, we did a blogger’s dinner of myself, Mel, Liz, Saiph, Caitlin, and a couple other (non blogging) people.
We, along with half the endurance population, invaded the Ruby Tuesday across the street from the hotel…and I’m pretty sure the restaurant staff never knew what hit them. 
blogger meet-up!
l to r: Liz, Mel, Caitlin, Saiph, myself
I know I was starving, with the same type of feeling I get after doing a 50-mile ride, and Mel and I both attacked a platter of fried food appetizers like we hadn’t seen food for a week.
don’t get between a hungry endurance rider and their food

After dinner, we all retired back to our respective lodgings, and of course Mel and I stayed up later talking horses and more horses.
Saturday was pretty much a repeat of Friday in talking with people, meeting up with more Renegade people whom I’ve spoken with over the phone or exchanged emails, so it was really nice to be able to put faces with names/voices – I try to make my job personal, and this is just one way of making that happen.
I also spent a bit of time perusing the Taylored Tack booth – Amanda Taylor makes some amazing biothane tack and her signature is patterned overlays on top of the beta biothane. They are works of art when it comes to horse tack, and I couldn’t resist picking up a pretty purple browband to spice up some of Mimi’s old tack. While I don’t yet have a full tack set from her, that is on my wish list. Tack Hoarders ‘R Us. And Amanda is one of the nicest, sweetest people…turns out that at the Lower Quarry check at Tevis this past year, I held and helped take care of the horse she was riding.
We bonded over the topic of Tevis (Tevis Junkies ‘R Us), and the small world of endurance riding, and I made several more visits over to her booth (she was one booth over from me) to oogle the beautiful pieces of tack and plan what I would like to order “someday.” I also ordered Artemis a custom, padded dog collar – everything I’ve tried irritates her very sensitive skin if left on for longer than a couple of hours, so Amanda is making a collar with the same waffle padding as on the horse breastcollars.
yours truly on Saturday
The trade show finished at 5 on Saturday, Mel and I had the booth down in short order, I made by rounds of good-byes to vendors and people who wouldn’t be going to the banquet that night, then Mel and I headed back to the room to change.
One of the fun things about the awards banquet is that people tend to get a little more dressed up than blue jeans – and boy do we look different without helmets, tights, and a layer of horse grime. Yours truly even wore a dress.
dressy girls!

The banquet was a blast, emceed by the always-hilarious comedy duo of Bruce Weary and Patti Stedman. Many jokes were made, and the ongoing joke/debate of the evening was the marital strife caused by The Parking of the Rig. (It also affirmed my stance that I think I want a husband that supports my riding, but doesn’t necessarily want to ride with me. Besides, I need a crew…)
I tend to get sentimental and a bit watery-eyed (it’s allergies!) when it comes to presentations that involve and honor our beloved equines, and there were several moments last night that were no exception. Hall of Fame horse was the big one for me – it went to John Parke’s Icelandic pony Remington, who reminds me of a hairier, gaited, gelding version of Mimi. Both are 13.3 hand, grey, non-Arabs who make “pony” into a four-letter word some days.
And on that – this weekend made me re-appreciate my little pony all over again. I spent a lot of time talking with people who I had never met, and relating stories that hadn’t necessarily made it to the blog, and it really made me very enthusiastic and appreciate of what an awesome pony I have.
This probably deserves a post of its own, but briefly, after getting re-invigorated and re-inspired this weekend, I have a new goal of putting Mimi back into a conditioning level of riding. I want to see how she holds up to endurance-pace conditioning and increased miles, and if she does over the course of several months…I want to try LDs with her again. But like I said, I’ll detail out this idea in its own post…
Convention is back in Reno again next year, and I’m pretty sure that attending the trade show is going to become a permanent thing. It’s right up there with attending rides as my favorite part of my job and I’m already working on some new ideas for the booth display…