I can’t decide if I love one day events because it gets everything over with, or hate them because it’s one crazy whirlwind of a day. Thing good (or bad?) thing about this one is that it was a far enough drive to make it necessary to leave the day before and stable overnight. I do not miss the 3:30am wake up calls when I evented in Maryland.
I was up early on Friday, with the goal of leaving the house by 7:00 and pulling out of the barn by 8. We were trying to beat the rain that was looming down on the radar. I did succeed in leaving my house by 7:00, sat in awesome Austin rush hour traffic for a while, then realized when I was only miles from the barn that I forgot my suitcase. Figures that I would remember everything except my own non-riding clothes. Back to my house I went, back to the barn I went, and the whole thing meant we didn’t leave until 9. Guess when it started raining? Right when we loaded the horses. Barn Buddy Bobby had his guy Halo in his trailer, and I had Henry in Barn Buddy Brandy‘s awesome rig (thanks Brandy, loves yous 4ever!). It rained on us off and on the whole way, but we managed to drive all the way through it and had about a 15 minute gap to unload before it started raining again.
Luckily after about an hour the big blob on the radar literally parted in the middle and went around us. Divine intervention or coincidence, whatever, I’ll take it. Bobby and I took advantage of the dry spell to hop on and go for a ride. We were probably the only people there who weren’t trying to shove in a last minute dressage school. Bobby went off to just do some trot sets with Halo, and I put Henry in his sidepull and went for a hack around. I really just wanted him to relax and go forward. He was great and seemed happy, so after about 20 minutes I let him be done and got off. The next day was gonna be long.
If Henry ever got a little looky or worried about something, he tended to look to Uncle Halo for guidance. Halo is pretty chill and very experienced, so it was nice to have him there. Henry did neigh for him a little every time he left but when he got no response he quickly gave up and went back to his hay. Perfect horse show buddy. After we put the boys away for the day we grabbed some drinks and headed off to walk our cross country.
The course was really straightforward and inviting, although with a few tricky/short approaches. The only jump I was concerned about was the “coal car” jump, it looked like a train car and was filled with black rocks that made it a bit spooky looking. Otherwise the only real consideration was the footing. The rain had made for quite a few muddy spots and some standing water back in the woods so we were concerned about possible slippage. By the time we went back out later to walk it again the ground had dried up a bit and gotten tackier, so we just crossed our fingers for no more rain and tried to decide on the best path through the mud.
After walking stadium we called it a day and headed to the competitors dinner for more drinks, fajitas, and conversation with Trainer Karen. Poor Karen… when Bobby and I are together we’re a bit much, I feel sorry for anyone who is unprepared for or unaccustomed to our inappropriate behavior. Secret – it’s mostly Bobby’s fault.
Tomorrow: we ride!