road hack · winter

Wintering Over

On Sunday, it was 30 degrees. Thirty. Degrees!!!

I felt almost instantly more human again. I did a ton of laundry, worked around the house, and headed over to the barn for some actual time with my horse.

I tacked up and everything, and we went up and down the road for about 30 minutes. OUTSIDE! I rode him in one circuit of the outdoor ring, but he was less than enthused and I didn’t want him to strain himself. It’s one thing to ride through deep snow, but this had clearly drifted quite a lot in some places, and he was having trouble getting even steps. One step, fine, the next step, waaaaaay deeper, with no way to really see or tell which would be which.

So we did the roads.

There were horses in the turnouts just to the right who were deeply concerned that we were on the road.
 Winter apples, dried on the branch.

Road hacking in the winter is not without its travails, though. See the snow drifts on either side of the road? And the thicker snow? Down the middle of the road is the safest place to ride in some ways: it’s the most visible, and it’s the smoothest and flattest. On the other hand, it’s also the iciest, because it’s what melts first. So you’d think that it would be better, but right at the foot of those snow drifts are ditches, masked by lighter, fluffier snow that hasn’t settled and packed.
So I tend to keep him down the middle of the road, and if it feels too icy – if he’s slipping too much, I head inside. On Sunday, the warmth and the sun kept the middle of the road just fine, slushy and a bit muddy.
With so many indoors coming down lately, I was both worried and pleased to see someone on the roof digging snow off. Looking more closely, though, and chatting with the barn owner, it’s really just that corner, where the wind forces the snow into drifts. Removing the load in that corner made a huge difference.
In all, a nice ride and a productive day. Now we’re back to low single digits, though, so back inside for me.

winter

Weekend Plans

First, in good news: puppy has finally pooped. Hooray! Nothing like sick animals and baby humans to make you track and celebrate poop. She seems to finally be fully on the mend.

I am a little stumped right now, to be honest – I have lots of things going on in my life, but so few of them are horsey. My interaction with my horse lately has been primarily to kiss him on the nose, check his blankets, and heat up his bucket. It’s too cold for both of us to pull his blankets and groom – I get stabbing pain in my fingers, even through gloves, after just a few minutes. So, nope.

I am reading. Crocheting. Watching waaaaaaaay too much HGTV, like to the point where the other day I thought positively about the turquoise paisley wallpaper one particular person had chosen for one room of her guest bedroom remodel. WTF, NO.

I have hit some kind of wall and had the fiance drag the stationary bike out of storage, and am committed to working on that for a while every night when I am not riding. I am not an exercise person; I tend to be a move-quickly type of person in my daily life, but ain’t nothin’ movin’ right now.

On the plus side, it might be 30 degrees on Sunday, which would be amaaaaaazing. I am supposed to be in the next state over meeting friends on that day, but it’s a 7 hour round trip drive for ~6 hours of interaction, and it would mean giving up literally the one day in the last two months when it has a chance of getting above freezing. (I am not exaggerating. Weather stations are starting to rank us in top 10 lists in terms of consistently coldest winters.)

I’m trying to kick some life into my Figuring History blog, and have made some small headway recently. So, follow that if you want Morgan horse history.

Anyone else have exciting weekend plans I can live through vicariously?

winter

Winter Hacks & #horsegirlconfessions

We’re back into subzero temperatures; I got three! whole! days! of riding in last week when the temperatures came above single digits. It was pretty great.

Then we plunged back into the arctic abyss.

When it gets this cold – and by “this cold” I mean well below zero, double digits below zero, wind chills colder than -30 – there is quite simply no way to keep fresh, unfrozen water in front of a horse at all times unless you have a bucket heater. Bucket heaters and de-icers are strictly verboten at my barn, and I tend to agree with them. They make me incredibly nervous. I saw a barn fire once, and it remains one of the worst memories of my life.

For the most part, the horses adapt pretty well: barn staff keeps a very, very close eye on their consumption, and each horse has a rotating system of buckets so that they get fresh water 2-3x a day. The horses learn to drink their fill when they have water. They get soupy mashes on the regular when it’s going to be painfully cold.

That’s not to say I’m not doing all I can to increase Tristan’s water consumption. Lately, I’ve been staying an extra 30 minute or so, or going out when I’m not riding, and heating up four or five kettles full of boiling water in the tack room with the electric tea kettle. I top his bucket off with those to get the water up to lukewarm; it makes it more likely that he’ll drink deeply and less likely that it will freeze immediately. (And I do mean immediately – by the time you finish doing water in the barn, most of the buckets have skimmed over with ice already.)

On Friday night, I stepped up my game and bought a bucket water heater from Tractor Supply. A friend of mine has one and loves it. They’re designed not to de-ice, but really to heat the water up to boiling if left long enough.

So, the new system is to pull Tristan’s bucket from his stall and put the bucket heater in it for about 10-15 minutes. I stand next to the bucket and check it constantly while I’m doing so.

As you can see, it does end up melting the ice. It takes a while, but it gets the water nice and warm. I don’t think I’d feel safe really getting to boiling – for a lot of reasons! – but once the water is warm it’ll take that much longer to freeze.
The other night, I was going through this system and it was bitterly, painfully cold. I’d forgotten barn clothes, and I was wearing thin pants. I wanted the water to heat up quickly. I dipped one finger, then another, and now both my hands were cold and wet even inside my gloves AND my pockets. I was impatient, and all I could think was that there had to be a way to test the warmth of the water without making me colder.
So I decided to lean over and stick my tongue in. I know. Gross. But it worked! My tongue was already wet, so whatever, and it got warm again immediately, and since I already knew how to test the temperature of liquids with my tongue I had a good barometer.
Another few minutes, and I brought the bucket back to Tristan. One of his quirks is that he will almost always take a sip of a bucket that is on the ground or held for him, so I put it on the ground inside his stall, and he promptly drank half of it. Score one for lukewarm water!
I half-filled another bucket, heated it up again, and topped his bucket off before I left.
I’m declaring the new bucket heater a success! The only drawback: even knowing it has an auto-shutoff, even carefully unplugging and triple-checking it, I still have a twist of anxiety in my gut about it. Ah well.
Have you ever resorted to slightly strange and obsessive ends to make things more comfortable for your horse in extreme temperatures?

winter

Vermont Achievement Unlocked: Mild Frostbite

So on Monday we had a bit of a snowstorm. Nothing too bad – quite a bit of snow, but the light & fluffy kind. We ended up with maybe 12″ overall.

Mondays are my day off, and so I was home with the dog, cleaning the apartment and watching home renovation shows.

I took her for a walk when I got up. Nothing really intense; just 30 minutes or so around the block, taking a couple of double-back routes to get us both some fresh air.

It was 0 or just below; cold, but not anything I hadn’t done before. I was wearing appropriate boots, hat, gloves, long coat, etc., and jeans.

I got back into the apartment, and jumped into the shower. I was quite cold, obviously, but again: nothing out of the ordinary.

The tops of my thighs started itching badly under the hot water of the shower. Then they started burning. I was a bit weirded out but didn’t get worried until I got out of the shower and noticed that the skin on my legs had swollen so badly I couldn’t see my kneecaps anymore, just dimpled wrinkles. The skin was an unbelievable lobster red.

So, um, whoops? I must’ve been walking into the wind the entire time, and out there just long enough, with not enough layers on the one part of my legs.

Needless to say, I promptly put on Smartwool tights underneath my jeans and didn’t leave the house for the rest of the day.

Two days later, they seem to be fine, with just some residual sensitivity. I have been carefully applying moisturizer to try and keep the skin healthy, and after the first day the random burning sensation stopped.

Still, that’s a first for me! Obviously I’m pretty good at layering up, and obviously I’ve worked outside in much colder temperatures, but it serves as a good reminder for how careful you have to be, even about the little things!

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Mental Health Decisions

I think I’ve finally made peace with the riding obstructionist part of winter. Somehow, in the last week or so, I managed to just stop feeling guilty on days I can’t ride. I’m lining up indoor projects instead: lots of cleaning & cooking, some very initial organizing with the anticipation of moving later this spring. I will drop all of it like a hot potato as soon as the weather climbs back out of the Arctic.

In the meantime, I’m averaging about two rides a week. Last week, Friday and Saturday. Friday was a terrific schooling session under saddle. Saturday was a really productive longeing session.

Sunday, the temps were only into the double digits…when there was a clinic in the indoor. Monday I had to travel for work during the only double digit temperatures. Today I’ll be at work. Wednesday it won’t climb into double digits at all. Thursday and Saturday look the most promising this week.

We’re not getting hardly any snow from the blizzard. It’s hitting southern New England. Vermont is getting sort of spitty little haze right now, and we’re probably not going to accumulate beyond 8″. So basically a normal Tuesday here.

I did check on Tristan on Sunday amidst house-viewing. The edema is gone, thankfully, and he was happy and chipper and providing good babysitting guidance.

I’ll try to get more interesting things posted this week, but I’m really struggling with motivation when it’s so cold and I’m seeing my horse so rarely!

dressage · winter

A Case of the Winters

Last night, for the first time in mumblety days, it was warm enough to ride, AND not snowing, AND I wasn’t working until late at night. It was like I hit the jackpot!

So I headed to the barn, and groomed, and…Tristan’s ventral edema is back. On the other side, in a different shape, and softer and pitting. $#@$#@!!!!!! But not bilateral, or spreading, or really soft and squishy – anything that would point to more dire things. Just weird, mostly.

I called over the barn manager, who is infinitely more patient with me than she really ought to be, and we both examined and finally shrugged. He is looking and feeling the best he has in a long time. It wasn’t sore in any way. We jointly decided that I should get on and see how he felt. So I saddled up – the edema was back of the girth area – and hopped on.

He actually felt ok at the walk; not great, but not out of the spectrum of normal, either, for a horse who has had sporadic work while his turnout has been a sheet of ice and oh yeah he’s turning 20 this spring. So a bit of a hitch, but he was willing enough to keep walking. I gave him a nice long walk warmup and incorporated a ton of lateral work to try and get at his flexibility. I also did some bending stretches, and spiraled in and out, and tried some tighter circles – all with the dual purpose of really warming up his whole body and doing a bit of a stress test to see if he would tell me if he was obviously hurting in some way.

Nothing jumped out, so we picked up the trot, and he felt great. More even, more solid than he had at the walk. Basically 100% normal, if behind the leg and fussy in the bit. (So, normal.) We did about 8 minutes of just stretching loose trot around the entire indoor, with only an occasional 20m circle. Nothing dramatic, just keeping him moving and getting him warmed up.

We took another walk break, and the barn manager came in to longe a Paint mare who’s in for training. She came in as a sort of Western Pleasure horse, very daisy cutter without being that pretty efficient look that a nice hunter gets. Just flat and lazy. She’s already looking dramatically better.

Apparently, said Paint mare is also a hellion to longe, and is used to more work/turnout than she’s been getting. She spent the next 15-20 minutes rearing, bolting, spinning, you name it. Holy mackerel. God bless Tristan, you guys. Even when the mare came galloping sideways, head in the air like a giraffe, barn manager trying desperately to keep her reined in, on a circle, sane – anything! – the worst he did was scoot for a few strides, mostly to get out of the way. The most I had to do was pick the reins back up and sit deep to get him back.

Don’t get me wrong, he was very alert and up and paying close attention to what the mare was doing, and I had to do a more hands-on ride than I was hoping for in a walk break, but I was also able to channel that energy into some really terrific work after the break, once the mare calmed down.

If anything, he was too light in the bridle, too quick in his legs and not through enough, so we had a different sort of problem to tackle for once. I worked on getting him deeper, with more push from the hind end, more uphill, more solid. He was fussy in the bridle until I really, really focused hard on keeping my hands still, consciously opening and closing my elbows. He seems to have gotten a bit fussier with the bit as the years have gone on, and I often find I can fix the ducking in and out of contact by simply being better about my own hands.

I had not intended to canter, really – well, it was in the original plan for the day, but not in the modified, what the hell is on my horse’s stomach plan. But he felt so good in the trot I couldn’t resist. And wow. His canter felt light years better than it has since, what, June? He was not stiff and resisting. I could get at his hind legs and ask him to bend and be uphill. He almost felt like a real dressage horse!

We finished with 10 more minutes of walking, and poor abused pony was a little bit sweaty! Ever-so-slightly damp around the ears and at the girth area. So half of his final walk was in hand with a loose girth, and then I layered up some coolers. It was high 20s, so considerably warmer than it has been, but not exactly warm and cozy. I went with his cotton wicking sheet under his fleece – thinking the cotton would bring moisture out, and the fleece would still keep a measure of warmth.

I tidied up and hung around for 20 minutes or so, and at the end of that he was dry and about 85% cool, so I swapped his coolers for his regular blanket, since the temperature was starting to drop precipitously.

What next? Ride tonight (Saturday) since it’s going to be in the 30s. I’ll try to ride Sunday afternoon after house hunting (no farm properties, all city houses), but the rest of the week – through Thursday – will be in the single digits or well below zero, so probably no riding for me. 😦

As for the edema? Wait and see, I guess. It’s now officially more concerning than it was, but as I said: one side only, one spot only. He could just be sleeping funny (maybe on top of a hoof or something) or moving less. The last one disappeared after a few days of bute and rest. We’ll see what this does. I didn’t notice a huge change after riding, and he felt fine, so fingers crossed? If there’s any progression or if he starts acting funny for any reason the vet will be out immediately, but for now…wait and see.

blog hop · winter

TOABH: Wish We Could

Had I but worlds enough and time…I’d create a tropical bubble around the barn. Predicted temperatures last night: high teens, low 20s. I confidently set out riding clothes, texted the barn manager to hold his evening grain, blazed through my end of day stuff at work, and got to the barn…to look down at my car’s temperature gauge: 7 degrees and falling. #$@$R#@$@^&%$.

sigh.


Let’s pretend that financial restrictions don’t exist and logistics isn’t a nightmare. If you could do anything with your Ponykins, what would you do?

I’d buy a farm – not the small budget ones we’re looking at right now, but the big, fancy, sprawling ones in the mountains near Woodstock, hundreds of green acres, 19th century stone houses, barns appointed to the nines, staff quarters, the whole nine yards.
Then I’d retire him to be my trail/LD horse. We’d do dressage lessons once a week with the goal of getting us both flexible and happy. We’d ride and ride around our property, and haul over to GMHA on member days, and open our land up for their endurance rides. We’d do that indefinitely.
Then I’d buy a fancypants Morgan that could take me eventing and doing dressage, and a fat pony for my nieces and nephews, and call some rescues and take a few horses that needed a soft landing.
I’d research and write about whatever history topics interested me in my spare time, and host visiting scholars and horsey friends and evening benefit receptions for local history organizations.
sigh, again.
bareback · winter

After a month of riding bareback…

In the past few days, the temperature, weather, and my free time have finally coincided again and I’ve had a few good schooling rides. I did not ride with a saddle from December through the first week of January, and I’m pretty pleased with myself for sticking to that. This week, the saddle went back on.

(Taken some years ago, at a different barn. We have 12″ of snow on the ground, sigh.)

I immediately noticed some good things and some bad things about the transition back to a saddle.

Pros

After a month of riding bareback, my hips were much looser, and I had a more instinctive following flexibility than I’d possessed before. It was immediately clear how much more supple my lower back was in following him at the walk, and how much smoother my posting was because I was more attentive to the thrust of his hind legs.

My legs were much stronger and steadier as well, particularly in the canter. I was able to really hold him with my outside leg – and yes, ideally he would not NEED me to hold him through my outside leg, but that is a longer term project!

I was more effective and efficient with my aids in the saddle, which I’d always known. The added security meant I could push a little harder in the lateral work, get him a little stronger and deeper in the trot, and generally take more risks. The difference between a true schooling ride and a conditioning/loosening ride, which is all I was capable of while bareback.

He’s definitely more fit. The interval work for him while I concentrated on my seat paid off.

That’s much more like reality…

Cons

SO COLD. So fricking cold. Whereas before, as we worked and he warmed up, he communicated that warmth right through to my legs and core, now I had a big piece of leather and wood and saddle pad and half pad between me and his warm, warm back. I lost all feeling in the surface of my legs almost immediately, and shivered under my coat until well into the warmup.

It’s more boring, in a way. The 15 minute walk warmup that I do during the winter wasn’t nearly as interesting under saddle, when I couldn’t feel every minute move of his back and hid end. Some people are way more sensitive than I and don’t have that problem, but I’ve never been an intuitive rider in that way.

The girth! Some of this, ok, was the harder level of work + the warmer temps (into the 20s, you guys! HEAT WAVE!), but he was damp around the girth area. Going forward, we’ll see if he sweats when he gets fitter or if I need to extend his clip a bit. I’m actually leaning toward clipping a bit more.

God damn it is a lot of extra steps to put a saddle on. Yes, I’m that lazy sometimes. Up and down the tack room stairs, up and down the barn aisle, all the buckles, the progressive tightening of the girth, on and on. With bareback, I grabbed a bridle and a quarter sheet and we were off.