[CC][C:L10][RP Phase ends 03/07] Endurance
Sahara Classic I
02.18-02.20.2018 11:59 PM EST
Judged by Heather Tann
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Sorry, #30965 should be Al Sabah‘ Baahir.
Misclicked 4495 SH Spellbound should be in level 9 not 10 could you move him please Thank you!
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Spring had come early to Whippoorwill, and with it it had brought two new competitors to their endurance team. It had been a long while since juvenile horses had been introduced to Whippoorwill’s small herd, and perhaps the staff had grown slightly rusty when it came to training up young prospects. Perhaps that was why the two youngest horses, Sahra Sha Sumaira and ART Frostspinner (known as Sumi and Frosty at the barn, respectively) were struggling to make a splash in their new careers. Kieran, the head trainer at Whippoorwill, was hoping the late February endurance race in the warmer, kinder weather would give the two younger horses the confidence boost they needed to lay the foundations for their futures.
Sumaira was Kieran's first ride of the event, and he was optimistic about the mare's chances. Despite not coming from an endurance background, she seemed to enjoy endurance as it gave her something to spend all her excess energy on, but she had struggled to maintain her pace in earlier races, being easily distracted and frazzled. She would use up all her energy in the first half of the race and finish poorly. Recently, though she had started to mature a bit on the trails, and her most recent races had returned promising results.
The race dawned a gorgeous warm day, and Sumi was clear-headed and focused. She still struggled to keep pace, the buzz of the race and distraction of other horses draining her energy and making her nervous, but Kier didn’t push her, letting her find her way and gain confidence in herself. Mid-way through the race, Sumaira settled in and focused completely on the task, and her efforts paid off. In the end, Sumi and Kieran finished 4th, bringing Sumi only a handful of points away from her first Endurance title and promising a glowing career for the young mare.
ART Frostspinner was the other newcomer to Whippoorwill’s endurance team, and he was struggling even more than Sumaira. Speed and energy did not come naturally to him, he much preferred lazy, slow strolls on shady trails. However, once he had been persuaded to apply himself, he was fast, focused and had lasting stamina. Actually getting him to commit to the race had proven a bit of a challenge, though- Kieran had struggled to get the stallion to perform in previous races, and consequently he was lagging behind the rest of the team by a massive margin. Kieran was so frustrated with the lack of promise the handsome stallion had been showing that he had even been toying with the idea just selling him, though it seemed like a waste.
Lana cornered Kieran a few days before the race with her usual bluntness.
“I want to race Frosty in this one. You ride Sumi and Ibiza.”
Kieran squinted at her.
“You think you’ll be able to take him to task?”
“You’re too nice to him. Watch, a little convincing with a crop and we’ll win the Kentucky Derby.”
“You’re gonna regret it if you don’t bet on us.”
“They don’t let fat, lazy Pintabians run the Kentucky Derby.”
“Who’s ‘they?’ I’ll convince them with the crop, too.”
Naturally, Lana got her way, and Kieran grudgingly turned the stallion over to her. He doubted Frosty would perform any better under Lana, though he had to admit, if Frostspinner was going to turn out for anyone it would be the stubborn redhead. The day of the race, though, he was pleasantly surprised to see Lana and Frostspinner bring home a tidy third place, a far cry from the dismal placings the stallion had pulled before. Lana caught Kieran’s eyes and winked as she walked by, a worn-out Frosty in tow.
“Told you I was convincing.”
Louise and Moonlace just weren’t having a good race.
Moonie had two titles and a dozen endurance rides behind her, by all definitions she should be a pro. Louise should be as well; while endurance was not her favorite discipline she had learned to love how exciting it was. While it didn’t hold the thrills eventing and show jumping did for her, endurance was its own kind of exhilarating. She usually looked forward to these races, and Moonie was always an enjoyable ride. But this time, they just couldn’t get it together.
It had started when they had strayed from the competition route- Louise had never been great at reading maps. After getting snapped at by a race official who sternly pointed them in the correct direction, they had pushed to make up time and get back in position to place. Then, after a few hours of making good time through the spring forest, Moonlace had tripped and fallen on her knee. She wasn’t lame, and seemed to shake it off alright, but Louise was afraid to push the mare too hard until they had passed the next vet check. As the shadows grew longer, it became apparent the pair wasn’t going to place well. A vet gave Moonlace the go-ahead, and so on they pushed. The final straw came when one of Louise’s stirrup leathers broke with only a mile of the race to go. Frustrated, tired, with broken tack and a sore horse, Louise gave up on keeping pace and just decided to walk to the finish lane.
They came up on a deep creek, and Louise gave Moonie a long rein to let her drink and soak her legs in the cool water. She yelped in surprise when the mare suddenly submerged herself in the creek and shook, clearly hot and stiff. Louise slid halfway out of the saddle and caught herself on the mare’s neck, unbalanced without her stirrup. She had to grin despite everything; a nice dunk in a creek would have been the icing on the cake of this miserable ride. She patted Moonlace before nudging her to take them home.
ID#21832 , DHS Lantesh
"Is that against the rules?"
Nikole was in the first group of the 80 mile ride, with her trusting stallion Lantesh. They have started their "round" quite some time ago and already passed some of the vet check stops without a problem. The pair was about half way down their 80 mile ride when she caught up with one of her show acquaintances that started in the last group of the 70 mile ride.
Seems that either Nikole was fast or her acquaintance was a bit slow, but both of the girls still had a long way to go. They decided to go a part of the road together, in a trot. The scenery was beautiful! The show was being held in the Sahara desert and Nikole could not stop thinking of how lucky she is to be a rider for a stable that allows travelling and competing in such exotic places.
The girls arrived to an area that had some old logs stacked in the front sand-yard. Since the show was not being held IN THE VERY MIDDLE of the desert, but somewhere with civilization (of course), someone had a small house here and God knows what they need logs for on a location like this. Maybe for a nice new fence? Maybe they are carvers and carve souvenirs for the tourists?
A few low logs were stacked on one another by the side, and the stack looked quite appealing to Nikole.
"Do you think Lanty would jump this?" she asked the other girl who was a bit ahead of her, in a walk, because Nikole stopped to take a closer look on the perfectly avoidable obstacle on the road.
"Only one way to find out!" the girl replied.
What is the point of being young if you cannot have a little bit of fun even at serious Endurance Committee shows?
Solarus hadn’t been herself the whole trip. She never traveled well, but this trip seemed especially rough. She had been anxious through the whole trip, refused water the first day they were in Wyoming, and only nibbled her feed. Regardless, the two days before the race had been an improvement, she finished her rations and drank like normal, and Maxine and the show vet signed her off as in condition to ride. Julianne and Sol set off, Sol throwing her head constantly and coming to a screeching, ears-pinned halt at the slightest movement of the reins. They arrived at the first vet checkpoint at a walk, Sol worked into an utterly unreasonable lather for the first checkpoint. Julianne explained Sol's behavior and wondered aloud:
“I can’t work out what’s wrong. I checked her feet, her tack, everything should be fine! Should we just pull her.”
Maxine looked at the exhausted mare and nodded.
“Definitely, and I’d like you to look her over when you’ve got time. I’d pay you like a regular visit, of course.” She said to the on-site vet.
“Absolutely, and no charge, what am I here for if not this?” The vet replied.
The two women chatted while the vet looked over Solarus.
“I never should have even started her today, I knew something was off. She hasn’t been herself all week, what was I thinking?!”
“Julianne, don’t be so hard on yourself. Really, I’m the guilty one. I signed off on the ride.”
“I guess, but I’m her rider, I should notice this BEFORE we put her through that stress.”
“Hey ladies, I think we’ve found our problem!” the vet called the two women over. He lifted Sol’s lips to reveal dozens of ulcers.
“These were all over her mouth, she must have gotten into some cheatgrass. The bit was rubbing on these and causing all sorts of pain.”
“Poor baby” Julianne said, guilty and sad. They pulled Sol immediately and Maxine called the stable to have them check the fields.
Absaroka MonacoAbsaroka Outliers
It was a beautiful night. They weren’t rushing, but they were making good time. The evening was warm, but not hot, and there was a soft breeze gently setting in the chill for the night. There were no other riders, no cars, no people, nothing and no one besides themselves, the quiet, and the marmalade skies signalling the end of the day. The shadows grew long before knitting together and turning the whole world muted shades of itself. The sun slid slowly out of view, seeming to pause a moment over the horizon and grow impossibly bright before slipping away completely for the night. A sliver of pale moon was rising over the distant mountains, slowly being surrounded by stars as they emerged out of the fading light of the sinking sun.
Nehemiah trekked forward, as steady and silent as the moon that climbed into the sky above them, occasionally pricking his ears at the nocturnal wildlife that was coming to life around them. He never once spooked, not even when an owl hooted loudly and took off from a nearby tree, startling them both. Louise grinned and patted Nem firmly on the neck; this ride was going far better than her ride earlier in the week. The day had been uneventful, and hopefully the ride home tomorrow would be the same.
Louise and Nehemiah would need to set up camp soon, rest up a few hours before heading back to the finish line, but for the moment they were content to keep wandering slowly through the twilight landscape, quietly admiring the way the night bloomed around them, either unaware or unconcerned about their presence. They pushed on, hoping to reach the base of the mountains and make camp before the cold and dark of true night set in; but neither would be devastated if it took them a bit longer to get there.
The night before the big endurance race had been a long one for Skye and her husband Steve. One of the mares Shadowhaven brought to the race had collicked during the night and they stayed up all night with her, walking her and keeping an eye on her into the wee hours of the morning. The end result was that neither of them slept more than a couple of hours and when the time came to head to the race Skye was not at the top of her game. She crawled out of bed in the sleeping quarters of their trailer and headed to Aenigmas temporary stall, leaving Steve to sleep a bit longer since his ride would not start for an hour after hers and she was already running late.
Steve rolled over in the tiny bed in the sleeping quarters of the trailer where he and Skye often slept when showing away from home and noticed that Skye was already gone. He looked at his watch and saw that her race was starting in just minutes. That's when he noticed the map laying on the small table by the door. He jumped out of bed and ran for the door of the trailer grabbing the map on the way out. He didn't even stop to put on his clothes. "Skye! You forgot your map!" he shouted as he watched her and Aenigma trotting quickly away with the other riders close behind.
Skye had managed to get Aenigma tacked up and ready with barely a minute to spare to get to the starting line. As the officials called the start she thought she heard Steve calling her name. She glanced back in time to see Steve running out of the trailers living quarters waving something in his hand but Aenigma was raring to go and didn't want to stop and see what Steve wanted. She decided whatever it was could wait until after the ride was over.
Several hours into the ride she stopped to give Aenigma a rest and realized she had no idea where she was. She reached into her pack for her map and it dawned on her what Steve had been trying to tell her. Skye and Aenigma ended up in last place that day...'
Lou Tailler & Labascatille
Emily Healy with UD Caldera during their 70 miles run through the Sahara
Fiora Healy with WPW Lacuna, taking a footbath in a small pond at an oasis.
Enya Healy with ART Dublin during their 60 miles run through the Sahara
Fiora Healy and Z Duluth - braiding mane before the show
Sahra Ibn Inshalla and Zuri Okeke
The sun beating down on their backs was certainly not a new feature, but the prevailing wind seemed enough to throw Blaze off that day. Even before they’d set off at the crack of dawn, the stallion had been uncharacteristically restless, sweating up before they’d even begun. He’d been too fast early on, charging ahead acting more like the race horse he used to be than a measured endurance horse. Consequently, by the time Zuri managed to get him calmed down and slowed to a pace that seemed reasonable, they were thoroughly lost.
Even when she hopped off to find up the compass from the pack, Blaze continued to fidget. They could hardly waste more time than they already were, so Zuri took all of the gear off to resaddle before hopping back on, hoping the adjustment might improve Blaze’s mood.
While things seemed to be looking up, they were still hopelessly off course, and by now, well behind the rest of the field. It would be a small miracle if they made it to the finish before nightfall. There was nothing to be done but pick up a brisk trot and try to maintain it though, and hope miracles did exist.
It was pretty clear that by midday they did not, as the pair turned onto the well-worn beach. The sand was loose and churned from a dozen sets of hooves having passed over it before they got there, and the wind was whipping more sand up at them. Before Blaze could get hot and jeapordise their run further, Zuri made a bee-line for the waves. If there was one thing that Blaze loved, it was water, and the red chestnut did his best impression of a seahorse for the length of the beach. Slow and full of stops, at least when they entered the protection of the mangroves he wasn’t going to strand them there.
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