Trail Report: Cub Run – Runkles Gap, Early Morning Ride

Trail Report: August 26, 2012

Cub Run at Runkles Gap. 

I parked at the entrance by the National Forest sign on one of the pull overs. 

I was in a bit of a time pinch on Sunday but wanted to get in a ride so I decided tohit up this tried and true ride, nothing fancy, but pretty close to home and I knew what to expect.  I decided to keep it as simple as possible and I stuck to the fire road, heading straight up to the top and back. 

It was raining lightly when I headed out and we made good time with a forward pace all the way up, with the rain breaking about midway up. 

This is the part of the forest that burned in the spring (I have a blog about it) and it was cool to see the growth coming back. You could also smell ‘camp fire’ lightly when the rain cleared out.

At the end there is a trail known as Batman Trail, which heads up a pretty grueling climb and creates a nice loop back to the parking area.  If you look on googlemaps, there is even a marking called Batman Road in the general vicinity of this trail.  I am not sure of the correlation but I suspect there is one.  Apparently this trail was on old National Forest maps, but was removed at some point.  There are markers at the entrance in the form of metal FS signs banning motorized vehicles, and a berm to enforce this. 

Unfortunately about two years ago the Forest Service closed this trail by downing trees all along it, in a controversial move to prevent it from being used.  There was some heated interaction, some riders got lost in the woods trying to figure out what was going on with this heavily used trail, some finger pointing and accusations, a few meetings between locals and the FS, but in the end, the trail has gone mostly unused. 

This is the end of the fire road and the entrance to Batman Trail.

Sadly this was a heavily used trail, and a very popular riding location in general.  There are also a lot of equestrians who have property that joins the forest in the area as well.  I have seen riders, both local, and trailered in, since the trails closure, but not nearly the numbers it used to attract. 

A shoe with borium on it hanging in a tree towards the beginning of Batman Trail. Notice the color changing in the background. ahhhh, fall is coming.

This Sunday I did not see any riders, although I did see a lot of fresh horse tracks. 

The bottom gate on the fire road was open. About half way up there is a second gate, which was closed. The FR gets a little more rural after that, but is still in excellent condition.

I  wondered around at the top of the fire road and checked out the beginning of Batman, and then headed back down to the trailer, keeping up the same progressive pace. 

Headed back down the fire road, still pretty close to the top of it, and the rain had ended and the sun was out.

Simon seemed content with the face paced and invigorating ride and Daisy was ready to hop in the truck when we got back, and I felt a little tension in my muscles the next day.  It was a good ride. 

Some color coming in.

And there was a little color coming out in some of the trees.  Which makes me excited for fall.  Gosh I love fall.  It’s the best time to get out in the woods and enjoy the colors and the cooler temperatures.

 Some Googlemap Images

My Old Pony Club Bulletin Board – 2012

Pony Club rallies require teams to set up a tack room. The tack rooms have to be set to very specific parameters and include specific items, all impeccably clean and labeled. The tack room is inspected by horse management judges and points are given for any infractions found.

When I was in Pony Club one of the items required, and possibly still required, was a bulletin board to pin the schedule to. Most clubs had plain brown bulletin boards, and my club was no exception. Most clubs at the time did not have anything fancy in their tack rooms. A few had bridle or saddle racks painted in club colors, and towards the end of my Pony Club tenure some teams had moved up to matching wooden brush boxes also painted and decorated. But for the most part, decoration was not something many clubs delved into.

One year, my friend and fellow Pony Clubber, Margie, was over at my house to play for the day and we decided to paint our bulletin board. It started out simple with us painting the cork part yellow and the frame part royal blue, in our clubs colors. But it moved on from there and we painted our clubs name across the middle, “Frederick Pony Club” and then our team’s ponies along the bottom. I can’t remember for sure, but I think I had a pony shaped sponge or something to work with.  Or it’s also possible my dad made a stencil for that part.  We also added in some equipment to spice the board up and dun dun dun, we had a custom board.

Recently when I was at my parents house my mom pulled the board out of her basement to show me and I decided to take it home. I think it will be fun to hang up in my sewing room for now and possibly my tack room one day.

Ponies: My pony Berry, Jenny’s pony Jack, Mollie’s pony Tess, Christine’s pony Tease, Margie’s pony Blaze

My pony, Berry, was a strawberry roan with some white spots. Notice my signature to the left of her.

Margie’s pony Blaze, was a perfect chestnut

BRP – Cyber Bullied

On Wednesday 8/22, this blog, Blue Ridge Pony, was the victim of cyber bullying.  The bullying was conducted by full grown adult men. 

To end the tirade I shut BRP down.  I apologize to my regular readers for the brief absence. 

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I consider BRP to be a pretty simple noncontroversial blog.   I enjoy posting photos of my pony, talking about competitions I take part in, trail rides I go on, products I have tried and sharing general pony antics.   BRP gets some traffic, but is certainly not a popular blog, which is ok with me because I think of it as a fun sort of way to document what I am doing in the equine world. 

At lunchtime last Wednesday I received an email notice that there was a comment in response to a post I made in early February.  Being one of the very few comments this blog has received, I eagerly pulled it up.  After reading it I questioned if it was a legitimate comment, or if it was instead a new type of clever spam, because the response did comment on my post, but it completely missed the very clear and simple point, and seemed more like the writer had only read the headline. 

The blog post in question is titled “Sunday Hunting” and is about Virginia’s decision to continue to ban hunting on Sundays.  I include a calendar that the Virginia Horse Counsel put out that marks days that are open to some form of hunting so riders can decide if they want to ride at home, venture into the woods, or if they want to put on blaze orange for the day.  In the post I state that it is my preference to keep the ban in place.

The commenter was clearly and outspokenly interested in changing the law to allow hunting on Sundays.     

The difference in opinion is fine, and his statement, although it sounded rash and a bit off topic, was  fine.  But it was quickly followed by additional comments, by the same poster as well as a few additional posters.  The comments quickly turned malicious, feeding off of each other’s lack of sense and rational,  and snowballed into utter nastiness.  Wild ‘facts’ were thrown out and propaganda and conspiracy theories against hunting were blamed. 

I also got a few ping backs on my blog, which lets you know when your blog has been listed as a link in another location.  I followed the pings and came to a Facebook group titled “Legalize Virginia Sunday Hunting For All”.  And the unpleasantness, and lack of actually reading my blog posts before jumping to conclusions, was continued by the lead instigator, a grown man,  who was joined by other grown men. 

In the commenter’s defense, I had not listed the reasons in my original blog post as to why I prefer hunting to remain banned on Sundays, nor did I elaborate that I am pro-hunting, and supportive of hunters rights.  Although it was apparent that they were truly not reading the blog post before commenting anyway, and preferred to make their own assumptions.  But I did leave them to decide my reasoning on their own.  And they were, as expected, wildly and totally off the mark. 

By this time I had received a good dozen comments, that rolled from irrational smears to outright verbal attacks and threats to myself and my horse.  I quickly turned on the blog’s built in comment monitor, and removed those that had already appeared to the public, because nothing healthy was happening.  Certainly threatening my life and my horse’s life, does not further the cause of legalizing hunting on Sundays, or stay in line with the upbeat, friendly blog I have intended to provide. 

The assaults continued until I had enough and shut down Blue Ridge Pony. 

I am sad to see a group of grown men, act like a bunch of school yard bullies, while hiding behind computer screens. 

Certainly any creditable group would not make wild death threats to prove their point? 

If a true discussion was the intent, all a commenter had to type was “why do you not want hunting on Sundays” rather than attempting to publicly post an elaborate description of field dressing my horse

Sadly all of this was stated in the name of proving that hunters are responsible and should be allowed to hunt 7 days a week, and that everyone will be safe to enjoy the woods if it is permitted.

These men certainly showed their maturity, the degree of self control they possess and made the level of their rational thinking clear.    

Shame on you grown men, who give hunters a bad name.

Frederick Pony Club Reunion – 2012

Back when I was a kid my parents enrolled me in Frederick Pony Club (FPC founded in 1962 with grounds located in Ijamsville, Maryland, is part of Capital Region which is part of the United States Pony Club), which was fantastic.  I was a completely horse crazed little girl, with no horse friends and parents that really did not know how to help me take care of my very own pony, or if it was abnormal for their little girl to ‘gallop’ everywhere she went.  Pony Club stepped in and taught me how to care for my pony and networked my parents with other parents of horse crazy kids who also galloped all over the place.

Perfect.  I had lots of other pony obsessed kids to gallop all around with, both on our own feet, and also on our ponies.

Even though this was before the easily connected age of cell phones and email, I have stayed in contact with some of my old Pony Club friends and gotten back in contact with more of them in recent years, with the use of Facebook.

One of my old Pony Club Friends, Jenny, worked with the current Frederick Pony Club DC (think president) to set up a reunion picnic that included invites to all current and former members and supporters.  She enlisted me to give a little mounted games clinic in the morning before the picnic started for some of the current members and we worked out a scrimmage with the current PC members and riders from MGAA to close the picnic.

The reunion was this past weekend and it was a lot of fun.  Simon, Daisy and I spent the day, along with my mom, old and new Pony Club friends and some very kind MGAA friends (my teammates are always there to support me, help MGAA get games out there and ride whenever they can!), riding, eating and reminiscing. Former FPCer, Curtis, even jumped on MGAA member Cayla’s pony Nicky (thank you for kindly lending your pony Cayla), and rode through a few races.  Disgustingly he can still vault.  Jerk.

I took some photos which I will share here.

Enjoy!

The Frederick Pony Club sign, that is planted by the entrance to the club grounds.

The clubhouse, situated by the road, looks very similar to how it did in the past.

Inside the clubhouse I found the first set of hand prints that were put on the wall, in 1995 during pony club camp. I was a counselor at the time and my hand is on the left of the year.

The hand prints were done for 4 or 5 years, but the ones pictured above in 95 (the first ones) and these in 97 were the only two that were easy to get a photo of. I can see my sisters hand print just under and to the right of the 19.

This is the Good Sportsmanship Cup. It has names dated from the early 1980s through the end of the 1990s. You can see I was awarded it two years running in 1991 and 92!

Some of the other old awards that have been hanging around the place since my time.

This rocking horse sign was above the door when I was a member, and its still in the same spot. I wonder how dark the yellow paint is on the wall behind it.

Back in a time long ago, people had to use payphones! eek! There was one on the wall in the clubhouse (where the paint is darker) and it even worked on occasion. Some phone numbers were written on the wall for easy access. You can see mine half hidden by the sun, that I am pretty sure I drew.

This is the Beach House. We used it to store jumps, games equipment and whatever else. We also used it as a dormitory during camp.

And the reason this is called the Beach House is because it is in memory of Colleen Beach. Who I sadly do not know the story of. Shame.

I really wish I had taken more photos.  Particularly of the barns, the announcers stand, the overall grounds and the kitchen and bathrooms.

The old Frederick Pony Club logo

The kitchen was mostly gutted, no refrigerators, grill or anything.  It sort of looked like an abandoned and condemned house in there.  The bathrooms were in the same condition and I do not think they are still operational.  They were always gross, and often a snake would be found stretched over the wall between the showers, but they did come in handy.

But maybe we can have a picnic again in the future and I can document the grounds better at that time.  And maybe Ill dig around and find some of my old photos of the grounds and post those on here another day.  Or if you have some old FPC photos you want to share with me, please do!  Kristashine@hotmail.com I can make sort of a time warp on here.

Happy memories!

Service Horse Anyone? – 2012

I saw a photo of a miniature horse being used as a service animal on a friend’s Facebook the other night.  So I Googled service horses.  Pretty neat. 

I found quite a bit of info about miniature horses are being used as guide animals.  There is a group called Guide Horse Foundation that has been under operation for over a decade that works to put miniatures into service.  Their site has neat photos of the minis working on planes, escalators, and other out of place locations. 

Some of the advantages I read in various places to using a horse over a dog made a lot of sense.  The biggest one was that miniature horses live between 30-40 years, where a service dog has a working time frame of 8-10 years.  What an incredible advantage to have that time span with an animal that takes so much work and expense to train.  Not to mention the bond formed between a person and their service animal.  

It was also mentioned that service horses are agile, eager to learn and please, easily trainable, have great eye sight and tend to be focused.  They are also sturdy and strong and can help a person balance more than a dog.  I also read mention that people allergic to dogs might choose a horse as an alternative.  

I also ran across this video of a young (they mention 10 months old) miniature horse named Panda being clicker trained as a service animal.  Pretty neat.  The video is long but really interesting and pretty incredible. 

Watch Panda being trained to be a serive horse

Panda is now a working guide horse with her person, Ann.  She has been on the Rachel Ray Show and done a lot of publicity work for guide horses. 

How neat.