How Did He Do That, Shoeing Edition

Horsekeeping

Lucky enough to have a horse.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Fran Jurga’s Hoof Blog looks at wide range of topics from a narrow point of view. Naturally, most posts are ones that only a farrier or lameness doc could love. The blog is worth checking on for the general interest posts. For example, the involvement of horseshoer unions in early Labor Day celebrations, given the prevalence of the horse in pre-automotive cities, Labor Day parades: When American horseshoers marched down city streets. Another example, did you know that a major event had a shoeing competition? Now you do. Burghley Horse Trials’ Best Shod Horse for 2019: What was he wearing…and why? I find it interesting that the blog covers so many different events and ideas while staying focused on one subject.
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Not what you want to see.

Three days, Milton. You were shod three days ago.

Sproing!

Tidy as can be.

All dressed up and ready to ride.
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Milton sprung a shoe then twisted it almost off. Removed all but two of the nails. Looks like the shoe was taken off by a blacksmith. How? How did he do that?

Horses never cease to amaze.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

The Hills , Virtual Trail Report, Tevis Sippy Cup, Miles 16 through 24, August 2020

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Family stuff. Outside world can go hang. Vague for the sake of privacy. Everything should be okay. One worries. Later, All clear has been sounded.
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Overall
Our pasture is on a hill. We have enough flat places along one side for riding areas. When we go counter-clockwise (first direction in ASB terms) around the edge, the terrain has a short, sharp rise, which also involves going around the downed tree. When we go clockwise (second direction), the path has a gradual steep slope. Subjective experience says the hill in this direction is bigger. [The Tree Didn’t Get The Memo]

We have been trotting both hills!

Milton has had a moment or two on the short, steep part in the trees. Both horses prefer to lead here. When Milton is leading, Rodney just gives up and walks. Doing his trail jog behind Milton up the hill is too hard. Both horses think the clockwise hill is a lot of work. They are not wrong. I feel the same way when I walk the pasture.

In other news, Milton handles new shoes better than Rodney does. Shoes Thursday. On Friday, Milton went on his own around the field. Did great. Even a bit of trot at the end. He is now one mile ahead. Rodney and I will catch up at some point so that we can finish together.

We are up to 8 laps per ride. That means ~2.5 miles. The plan is to ride 8 laps four times a week for a total of ~10 miles a week. This gives us a cushion if we get a rainy week or someone is indisposed.

Milestones
Hodgson’s Meadow, listed on map.

Lyon Ridge, mile 21. Image source & additional photos, Tevis Cup: Lyon Ridge.

Cougar Rock, mile 23. Photo provided by virtual ride management. Getting photographed going up Cougar Rock is THE iconic Tevis pic. More photos and fun facts, Tevis Cup: Walking Tour of Cougar Rock & Tevis Cup: Fact and Fiction About the Tevis Cup Ride…

Video of trail between miles 14 & 21. Tevis Cup – Technical Riding in Granite Chief. Eeep.

Daily Log
Thursday, August 13. Day off. Shod. [Follow The Rules]

Friday, August 14. Today 3 laps, 1 miles (estimated). Total 16.17 {15.17} miles. Time 24 min (estimated). Milton’s solo day. Rodney reclined on the couch adjusting to his new shoes.

Saturday, August 15. Today 8 laps, 2.58 miles. Total 18.75 {17.75} miles. Time 56:44 min. Pace 22 minpermile/ 2.7 mph.

Milton, 21 miles.

Rodney, 20 miles.

Sunday, August 16. Today 8 laps, 2.63 miles. Total 21.38 {20.38} miles. Time 56:29 min. Pace 21 minpermile/ 2.9 mph.

Monday, August 17. Day off. Rest.

Tuesday, August 18. Day off. Rest.

Milton, 24 miles.

Rodney, 23 miles.

Wednesday, August 19. Today 8? laps, 2.7 miles. Total 24.08 [23.08] miles. Time 55:21 min. Pace 20 minpermile/ 3 mph. Check out that pace! I’m guessing at the laps from the mileage. The best way to fit in trot sets is to trot a flat stretch, reverse, and trot back. This messes with my ability to keep track of which lap we are on.

Note. the streetview screenshots are my best guess for location and direction. They could be way off. Still, I get the general idea.

Recent Posts
Mine
[Miles 7-15]
[Trail Talk]
[Virtual Gaits]
[Virtual Trees]

Others
Go Pony: Virtual Tevis: Week 2 and into Week 3

Moonlit Pastures: Virtual Tevis Week 2: Passing Cougar Rock and Lyon Ridge

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Virtual Trees

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 
Awareness of the outside world. Regardless of your politics, voting during a pandemic is a logistical hairball. Look into what you need to do for yourself and your area. Don’t assume status quo ante. Let’s get everyone counted.
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The ride is virtual. The trees are real.

As I said yesterday, Rodney is pouting. He’s having to work and he doesn’t approve. In the past, his response to new ideas is to get wound up. Say what you want about anxiety, it provides energy. [Virtual Gaits]

Now, everything is relaxed. Everything is low key. He’s trotting the path around his own field for the … pauses to check spreadsheet … 64th time in two weeks. He’s not braving these wilds alone. Milton is with him. There is nothing to get anxious about. There is just trotting along in a straight line.

We hates it. We hates it forever.

Rodney’s method for expressing this displeasure is to crash me into tree branches.

I’m not talking about overhanging branches that require you to duck. I’m talking targeting trees, veering off the path to brush through bushes. In one extreme case, he left the path entirely to pass through two trees growing close together.

I’m not imagining this. Milton’s rider says you can see Rodney aiming at trees.

Rodney has been know to weave from side to side to get three trees in a row in 20 yards of path. The more annoyed he is, the more new tree branches he finds.

This is particularly fun on dewy mornings.

Rodney is not a grumpy horse. Previous horse was a grump old man the day he was foaled. I know from grumpy. Rodney is passing through a phase. He’s in a mood. He’s working and it’s hard and it’s new and he’s going to be bad at it and … and … and …

Whack.

As I said before, real Tevis horses can’t be like this. Taking the drunkard’s walk down the trail takes too much extra time.

[VTevis archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Virtual Gaits

Training Journal

If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.

 

Awareness of the outside world. Year for the first Black members of Congress? 1870. U.S. Capitol Visitor Center: The Second American Revolution. Lithograph by Currier & Ives Library of Congress: The first colored senator and representatives – in the 41st and 42nd Congress of the United States.
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The ride is virtual. The gaits are real. Our trail walks around the pasture have become trail walk & trots, with even a dollop of canter.

Milton’s Walk
Milton putts along with the rider’s reins on the buckle. His neck is stretched out, with a sweet curve that says he’s relaxed but interested in his environment. Ears are perked.

Milton’s Trot
When he is trotting behind, Milton’s face bears an adorably earnest grimace as his feet fling about in an effort to catch up with Rodney. When Milton is in the lead, I watch the several false starts it takes to get trotting.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Hums quietly to himself. Walks along.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: How would you feel about a fast walk?

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Not a fast walk. Okay, then, trotting it is.

Rider: Milton trot!

Horse: Keep your shorts on. This is a trot. Kinda.

Milton’s Canter
Right at the top of one hill, Milton threw in a few strides of canter, using momentum as an aid to hauling himself up the slope. The last time Milton’s rider cantered may have been a dressage test with Mathilda in the 90s. Driving? He’s a cantering fool. Riding? Not so much. Everyone did great.

Rodney’s Walk
Rodney is not stupid. He learns plenty fast. However, it takes him forever to accept a new concept. The processing time is long. He was just starting to get the idea that he could stroll along, think his thoughts, watch the scenery. The ears were just starting to reach a happy place. Then we added trotting.

Rodney’s Trot
Rodney is pouting.

He is learning a trail trot, i.e. a slow jog to stay behind Milton when we are following or not get too far ahead when we are leading.

Technically, he is perfect. Loose rein. Good speed. Maintains the pace. Artistically, he is doing everything he possibly can to misbehave while still being correct. Trotting with a sideways bend in his neck. Acting sullen. He’s convinced this is a horrible new thing and that he will hate it.

He’s not bored. During our stand exercises, this horse would stand for 20 minutes or more admiring the world around him. He’ll get there with trotting around the pasture. Eventually. [Switching Horses]

Rodney’s Canter
At one point we got far enough behind Milton that I asked Rodney if he wanted to canter. We lasted 5-6 strides and dropped back to trot.

He does the same thing in the ring. He will try to break into a canter, particularly around a corner. ‘I don’t want to trot. I must canter.’ Sometimes, I say no. Sometimes, I let him. He canters maybe a quarter of the way around the ring. ‘Okay, enough of that. I’d rather trot.’

(Actually, the best times are when I stay centered and we keep our balance and he doesn’t feel the need to threaten/offer to canter. But that’s a different story.)

Spooking and Fussing
Milton got a wee bit overwhelmed trotting uphill while simultaneously slaloming though the trees. He felt the need to express himself. Rider not fazed. Says he’s dealt with that maneuver many, many times on longlines.

Rodney did not like the look of the red cart seat that he walks past multiple times a day. No sir, he did not like the look of it at all. In his defense, the red was remarkably bright in the sunlight.

Both of them objected to trotting in tall grass.

The Joys Of Riding Thoroughbreds
I doubt real Tevis horses have this many thoughts about what they are being asked to do. A horse would be exhausted if they keep this up for 100 miles.

[VTevis archives]

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Mood On Monday, Same Same

Thoughts

 
Awareness of the outside world. We will never know if we overreacted. We will only know, to our sorrow, if we underreacted.
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Cats of the Birmingham Zoo. Lion. Lion. Pallas kitten. Bobcat. African Wild Cat. Sand Cat. The Wild Cat & the Sand Cat were stalking each other from across the aisle.

Last Mood post was a month ago. I haven’t posted one because not much changes. I could & paste from previous posts. Which is good in some cases. [Mood on Monday, When This Is Over]

Still no personal connection with the virus. Yay. [The Mood On Monday, The Ugly Bits]

Still blogging, riding & biking. Still ineffectively staring into space otherwise. Yay. Boo. [Mood On Monday, Exhaustion and Dead White Men]

Still hanging out at home. Until last week, the most non-essential activity I had done was to buy a donut. : ? “It can also mean an unsureness of what facial expression would be appropriate in this situation.” Urban Dicitonary: : ? Emoticon. [Mood On Monday, Putting The Outside World In Time Out, I should note that mask-wearing compliance was 99% the last time I was at this store. Everyone had a mask on, one employee had their mask half on. Missed 100% by a nose.]

Still benefiting from the shift to virtual. This week The Great American Stamp Show. : ? Just assume this emoticon for the rest of the year.[Mood On Monday, Upside, Hard To Be Happy]

Still horrified by the news. Boo. [Ugly Bits]

Not Happening
I canceled my dental cleaning over the summer. Cases were on the rise in my state. Despite the outstanding procedure on my first visit, standards had slipped when I went for my second visit. I decided routine maintenance could wait. I may have to go back anyway. My other lower, hind molar is aching. I’m starting to suspect that I clench or grind my teeth at night. I wonder why. [Outing Report, In Which I Venture To The Dentist]

Happening
I finally had a small outing. Was in town. Had a few hours before my next appointment. Went to the zoo. Minimal risk as it would be outdoors and uncrowded. The zoo had done a great job adapting to current events. Traffic barriers kept people in a one-way loop. Masks were universal. Frequent sanitizing stations. High-touch points were identified. I did go inside two buildings, but there were few other folks and I stayed away from them.

Attitude
I find my attitude shifts over time.

I spend July in a daze. Burnout. Quarantine fatigue. Call it what you will. I look at a calendar and wonder how we got to August.

This month, I have been getting pissy.

I watch other countries and think, this is why we can’t have nice things. During CoNZealand, they announced the location of a meeting and invited any local people to stop by. My first thought, they shouldn’t be gathering like that. My second thought, in New Zealand they could. We have no excuse for where we are as a country other than a disinclination to get our collective shit together.

Locally, I sit on the sidelines while I watch people conduct themselves as if life was unchanged. I want that. Of course I want the virus not to exist and not to have to remember a mask and to be able to hug my friends and to make travel plans and to generally get on with my life. These are not good choices, certainly not in a part of the country with high case counts and undesirable positivity rates.

I am right? Are they right? Am I overreacting? Are they underreacting? The only way to be sure is for something to go wrong. The only way to convince people that a pandemic is actually happening is for someone to get sick. I don’t want that. So, I sit in my corner and rage inside my head.

Plus, it’s August, Not my favorite month in any year. [Hello September]

And that’s what I have to say about this moment in 2020.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Seahorse Transformation

Celebrating Art

 
Awareness of the outside world. Last year at Beadapalooza, I promised myself that this year I would be sociable/adventurous and would sign up for classes. Yeah, well. The Facebook post from The Bead Biz says they hope to reschedule later in the year. My breath, I am holding it not.
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At Beadapalooza 2019, I bought beads that were as close to horse-themed as I could get. I handed them over to my artistic friends. The beads were theirs to keep in return for blog fodder. Aces! [Beadapalooza]


 
From bead …
 

 
… to necklace. By Michelle Duplichen [Archives].
 

 
From bead …
 


 
… to bookmark. By Shannon Curvin at CurvinCreations.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott

Let’s Play With Fiction

Words

 
Awareness of the outside world. Daily Science Fiction! Free short fiction AND they pay their writers. Okay, not New Yorker rates, but better than paying in the dreaded Exposure Dollars.
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Fictional this & that after binge reading Let’s Play, links below.

Text Exchange
Indie Game Designer: Your package arrived.

Eva: Awesome!

IGD: Stop sending your orders to my address and requiring a signature.

Eva: Sorry. 😦 You know my building has porch pirates.

IGD: Just because I am WFH doesn’t mean I’m not busy. Do you know how irritating it is to pull yourself away from negotiating a diplomatic treaty with goblins and remember to speak muggle-English? Postal drivers object to be addressed as Foul Lord of the Deeps. Plus I have to find pants.

Eva: 😦 😦 😦 Pizza? 🙂 🙂 🙂

Comic Idea
Let’s Play has characters represented by animal avatars, e.g. Monica as a pink wolf in in episode 80 (listed as 84 online), and Link as a protective lion in the dog park during episode 45 (listed as 48 online).

What if a comic expanded on that? Every human character would be accompanied by an animal to represent their non-verbal side. Animal characters would be accompanied by human avatars that would convey the animal’s interior monologue.

Sometimes, human and animal would act in unison, as with B*tch Wolves United, in episode 81 (85 online).

Other times, the human and animal would diverge.

Scene. Two people sitting at a restaurant table having pleasant conversation over dinner. Meanwhile, their animal avatars are circling and growling. Or sniffing and flirting.

Scene. Kid at school or adult at meeting. Human sitting up, appearing to pay attention. Meanwhile, their animal avatar is wandering around, peeing on the furniture.

It would be double the work, since you would be telling dual stories and every character would have to be drawn twice, once as human and once as animal. Plus fitting all the creatures into each panel.

The animal avatars could grow or shrink depending on the internal needs of the story &/or the external space requirements of the comic.

What’s cool is that it emphasizes the advantages of the graphic novel/comic format. There would be no way to do this in text without insane amounts of exposition.

And then there are copyright issues. I have no grasp as to how much of that idea belongs to the creator of Let’s Play. How much does one have to change an intellectual property to make it one’s own? When does Romeo & Juliet become West Side Story? Or would WSS be copyright infringement if Shakespeare were still alive. Any IP lawyers out there?

Meta Moments
In places, the author has the characters refer to comic tropes or refer to an awareness of being in a comic. For example, in episode 101 (105 online), two characters eat lunch in an alcove rather than in the open area of a pub. As they sit down, one of the characters says, “… And with this as a backdrop for the scene, the artists don’t have to worry about drawing a lot of people in the background.”

This could easily be translated in text, thereby giving the blogger a third item to round out the post.

A “Dear Reader” for the 21st century.

Let’s Read
Read Let’s Play for free here. Kickstarter for volume 2 here. Volume 1 is available as tier or add on. Check out the funding amount!?! Fandom here. Assist to a recommendation by Whatever.

Stay safe. Stay sane.
Katherine Walcott