We’ll start with Thursday.
Friday we were going to Tryon for some XC schooling, so Thursday night I wanted to keep it light since we had jumped on Wednesday (where P was phenomenal). I had an idea of what I wanted to do, so I dragged Husband to the barn in case of a medical emergency, but I shouldn’t have worried.
**You HAVE to listen with the sound on for Husband’s commentary.
My horse is awesome. And so, so unimpressed with my shenanigans.
Friday morning, we hauled 2 hours to F.E.N.C.E. in Tryon for some XC schooling with Sara and her trainer, J. Since schooling at Windridge was such a success with mostly the 2’3″ fences + a smattering of BN fences, my hope for the day was to do mostly BN fences with at least one Novice fence.
We started warming up in the field and a few minutes into trotting, P stumbled slightly, then kept going. A few seconds later, Sara asked J to pick up a horse shoe that was on the ground. I turned around and…sure enough, right where P stumbled. J picked up his feet and lo and behold, front right was missing.
So we drove 2 hours for 6 minutes of warming up. Cool.
But then I remembered that there was a hunter show going on, so J drove down to the show office to see if they had a farrier. She was able to get a farrier who was there watching his granddaughter compete and just so happened to have his truck there to come out to the XC course to tack back on the shoe. Sorry, P.
Before we all say “Awww, what a kind, old nice farrier,” let me tell you he charged me SIXTY DOLLARS for his 5 minutes of tacking on the shoe. I almost ripped it back off when he told me the charge.
But instead, I cried a little inside and got back on my horse.
THEN a schoolbus full of children pulled up, and the kids went traipsing through the woods. Excellent.
Then put the warmup log and green box together.
Next we made our way to a little feeder jump.
Then we headed to the water
And then I turned off my helmet cam to save battery, and forgot to turn it back on for a good long time.
The tiniest up bank
So we strung together the bank to a small red table. And that went ok.
Then we continued up the super steep hill to a BN rolltop.
Then hit up the final part of the course so Sara and Gem could jump some jumps.
We hopped over a little log pile a few times each way.
So then headed to the other side of the brush to jump another little red table.
And then we decided that P needed one more small course to finish up. We started with the little log pile going downhill, to the NOVICE (finally) rolltop, bending line to the BN rolltop.
When I went past the N rolltop, I had to avert my eyes. The thing looked un-jumpable.
But put it together and…voila!
P got a rest day on Saturday, then Sunday we headed to Trainer B’s to work on…dun, dun, dun, dun, one strides.
$1 million to anyone who can guess what Trainer B told me?
Kidding. I won’t actually give you $1 million because it’s too easy. P needs to be more forward.
Wait, where have I heard that before?
Oh yeah, Trainer B. Because the poor guy has to tell me that about 10,000 times per lesson.
But each time we went through, it got better and better. Both ways. So Trainer B started the whole decorating and adjusting of jump cups stuff that he likes to do. I CAN SEE YOU RUNNING WITH THE ADDITIONAL POLE, TRAINER B.
When we finished, P had jumped the 2’6 (or maybe it was 2’9″ by the end, I can’t remember) oxer to the 3′ gate. And rocked it. I pushed him past my comfort zone and he responded. Even the owner of the barn that Trainer B trains out of said we looked way different than when we first started with Trainer B. In a good way.
I love it.