Saturday before the fun show [Report], Coach Courtney sends a message asking if I have extra back numbers. She had 15. Needed 18. This was my answer:
That’s 21 numbers from three years of showing. Plus 5 more I found after the show for next year.
I’m too sentimental to toss my number immediately after a show. So, I heave it into the pile with other ASB stuff. (Yes, I have numbers from Previous Horse as well. Not all of them. Just the good shows. But I digress.) I didn’t keep track of which number went with which show. I might have kept my first number, if I knew which one it was. Some shows I would just as soon forget. It’s hard to feel pangs in the aggregate.
This is why I never throw anything out. If one waits long enough, the item turns out to be useful.
I am the points recorder for the barn. Since this show doesn’t count for year-end, I don’t have to hunt down the results. Therefore, I don’t have exact titles for my classes. I know the first one was driving; the cart gave that away. I know the third one was equitation; the pattern, ditto. Otherwise, I simply stayed in the ring until they tossed me out. Oh, three blues and a white. I know that.
Greg took home a red from the driving. He got out-horsed.
It was a home show. That means if one isn’t riding, one is on the go. I need a girth. Take this horse into Leadline. No, no, that horse does not wear that bridle (pause to shudder). It’s a bit of a blur.
Greg was also a bit of a blur. He knows his way around barns, so I leave him to it. When I looked around for him, he was usually in the thick of things: harnessing both horses for the driving class, washing paint off a costume class entrant, and so on. What a star.
Next stop, Nationals!
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Good morning! Are we ready to horse show? Kinda. Level of show lies between schooling show & glorified group lesson.
Back in the stone age, I went to a summer camp called Fire Place Lodge, on Gardner’s Bay in Long Island, NY, USA.
Aside. The camp no longer exists physically. I believe the buildings were burned down as a local fire department exercise. However, nothing goes away in the digital world. Research for this post turned up a FPL page on Facebook. Totally flashback. That’s not me any of the pictures, but it could be. It so could be. Weird. End aside.
The camp had the standard suite of scheduled activities: swimming, drama, arts & crafts, etc. After three years of this, I announced that I wanted a riding-specific camp. My mother let me choose. I wrote away for information. I poured over catalogues. In the end, I chose Camp Longacres, East Aurora NY.
Longacres is hunter/jumper. Bobbin Hollow is saddle seat. I remember that I liked Longacres for their lack of fixed schedules. I don’t think I knew the difference between riding disciplines at that point. Imagine if I had gone to a saddle seat camp at the age of 10.