The Big Pink Ball

Simon is one of those mischievous ponies that likes to mess with things in his field.  And since Simon doesn’t have any of that natural instinct for self preservation around other horses (really, he just stands there while they beat him up), he is in his own field, which happens to be the riding field. 
 
The riding field has about a dozen jumps, an assortment of games equipment and two water tubs.  Simon knocks down jumps on occasion, and he loves to push the bending poles and traffic cones over.  One time the ground was frozen so hard, that when he knocked a bending pole down, the steal spike on the bottom snapped off.  He has broken a good half dozen poles, more flags than I can count and one time, he shredded one of our barrels.  I assume he attempted to climb inside of it and then thrashed around breaking it into a couple dozen pieces before spreading them all over the field.  I have caught him walking around with flags hanging out of his mouth, and another time I caught him half inside of one of the water tubs.
 
We added electric wire around his field because he started to use the fence to pull his shoes off and was attempting to climb over it.  A few times he was found standing in a complete tangle in the fence, just waiting to be rescued, and more than once he has come in from the field covered in wire rubs and cuts from rescuing himself.  Electric fixed that problem, but it didn’t do a thing to stop him from tearing down the jumps and games equipment. 
 
So about a month ago when I was at an auction with some friends we picked up a big pink horse ball for Simon.  It is very similar to the exercise balls that are popular with palates.  Actually I am not so sure there is any difference other than the one I got Simon says “Horse Ball”, or something like that on it, and the palates ones do not.  We thought Simon could entertain himself rolling it around instead of the water tubs. 

I introduced him to it and he rolled it around and kicked it a few times.  Then he ran off bucking and circled back to push it around again.  After a few rounds I took the ball up and put it away to save some of the hilarity for the next day when I had someone around to enjoy it with me.  Not surprisingly, the next day he had very little interest in it.  His lack of interest in the ball has persisted and the jumps and meager amount of games equipment we leave out are still being knocked down and the ball remains in the same position in the field, untouched, day after day. 

Jumping a few weeks forward, I was at Goodwill, and for a few bucks I picked up some children’s golf clubs.  I envisioned Simon and I starting to play a fun new game with the golf clubs and the pink ball.  We could try knocking it through the bending poles or over jumps, and when we have someone to play with we could set up goals!

Last night, I tacked Simon up, grabbed the golf clubs and headed out to give it a try.  I grabbed up the pink ball and Simon took off bucking up the field, where he stopped to watch me and the ball from afar. 

after bucking off up the field
I spent about 20 minutes on the ground, with Simon in hand, bouncing the ball, kicking the ball and having him push it with his nose.  I rewarded his bravery with pony treats and although he wasn’t terrified of it, he seems to have developed a weariness about it. 
 
It made me laugh that this pony that doesn’t seem to spook at anything and has never flinched at games equipment has to be bribed with treats to stand next to a big pink ball.  

He watches as I approach him while carrying the ball

Eventually I called it and hopped on for a ride before it got too dark.

I suppose we are just going to have to spend more time getting accustomed to the ball.    

Trail Report: Bear Trap, Ridge Top Loop

Bear Trap, Ridge Top Loop

2-3 hour ride

Trail Report: December 4, 2011

Terrain: Fire road, and wooded trails, very steep climb up, good views, some downhill but not too rough.  Year around creek crossing.  Some rocky areas but nothing too rough for this area.  Picnic table break point about midway. 

Parking: Along side of the road.  There is room for several rigs to park, but keep in mind, it is along the side of a road and not an actually pull over.   

*Ill take some photos of the turning points next time I get out to Bear Trap and then Ill add them into this post. 

Bear Trap is currently my favorite access point.  I have not fully explored the whole trail/fire road network there yet, and there really is a lot to explore from this entrance, so it will probably stay at the top of my list for a while. 

Last weekend I did what I call, Bear Trap Ridge Top Loop.  The ride involves parking on the side of Bear Trap Road at a fire road entrance to National Forest.  It starts with a hack in along the fire road for a short while, and crossing a creek that runs year round, about midway.  This fire road is littered with lots of trails that start with mounds and signs that announce motorized vehicles (think 4 wheelers) are prohibited from entering them.   I have explored a good dozen plus of these and most ride for a mile or more before dead ending or becoming too over grown to pass. This trail is distinguished from the others by being where the FR sharply curves to the right and is equipped with a small pull over just before it that has room for a couple vehicles to park. 

After a trek along this pleasant trail that has a gradual incline, it ends at a largish clearing and forks out into a couple directions.  Only one direction is usably clear, and it is the one straight ahead that sits behind another (very large) mound, and then goes steeply up.

Daisy in her high viz vest

It is a pretty steep climb, that gets steeper as it goes.  A few level resting points, just wide enough for one or two ponies have been cut into the trail to give a break during this excruciating climb.  The trail crests out onto the very ridge top of the mountain and a lovely trail that runs along its top in both directions.  I call this Ridge Top Trail and have it drawn in on my map in black marker.  I made it appear way straighter than it is.   A large tree at the crest of the trail is marked  with paint, but with the trail being covered in leaves year round, it is still very easy to miss the turn down from the ridge top if you tried reversing the loop.  I have tried this one time, and I did not like the climb down.  It was very steep, and being littered with leaves, slippery.  I hiked down next to Simon, rather than staying on his back, and was happy to have his mane to hold onto as I slipped and slid down. 

View from Ridge Top Trail

This loop requires the explorer  to turn right at the top, where the trail has ended in a T.  I have only gone left one time, so far, and I only went a short distance.  Fully exploring this direction is probably going to be my next solitary Sunday adventure though.  This ride requires a turn right, to follow the trail as it wonders along the ridge top, with excellent views.  It is a very clean clear trail, that slips between trees and around a few rock piles.  There is one point that the trail comes to somewhat of a lookout point, pile of rocks.  The trail goes up the rocks and over it through the boulder tumble, but there is also a more horse friendly path through deep leaf litter below the rock pile.

Daisy on top of the rock pile

Shortly after the rock pile a nice view of Heartstone Lake can be seen to the left.  I have only twice run into another person when I have been in the Bear Trap complex and this trip was one of them.  I met up with a 3 man group of mountain bikers on this portion of the trail.  Mountain bikers are some tough cookies.  I cannot imagine biking up some of those climbs!  After we said our hellos and I continued on I realized I should have asked them what their loop was and if they were going out the other end of this trail, in the direction I have not been yet.  Hide sight…

Daisy sprinting down the rock pile

Ridge Top Trail eventually pops out onto a fire road, that a short skip to the left ends at a cell phone tower with an overlook view point, picnic table and rest area. 

Several other trails converge in this area, and taking the fire road all the way back (by turning right from Ridge Top Trail onto it, and again, turning right when the FR comes to a T)  is an alternative ride that adds about an hour to the circuit. Having gone that rout one time was enough for me.  It was much longer, mostly downhill and pretty boring.  Instead, turning right off of Ridge Top trail onto the fire road and riding the short distance to the next hard left turn in the road brings up a trail on the right.  This trail was previously marked with a nice wooden sign, declaring it trail 439 but after some road clearing this summer, the wooden sign seems to have disappeared.  It is easy to miss this trail now, and there is a bit of cleared brush piled somewhat in front of it making it harder to find.  Which is why I tried the long way taking the fire road back earlier this year, I could not find the trail!  In my defense, the  brush on that side was piled much higher at the time. 

Daisy scouting ahead on the fire road back to the trailer
439 is a nice downhill trail that goes through the woods and over a few logs.  On my ride there were some down branches along 439 from the weird October snow storm we got, but all were easy to pass.  The trail ends at the FR, with a prominent sign, which is helpful should you reverse the ride.  Turning right onto the FR closes the loop, and a few miles of hacking ends back on Bear Trap Road. 
 
It’s a nice 2-3 hour ride, depending on how much pace is put in on the fire road stretches and includes a big climb, some downhill work and a lot of nice views and scenery.  There is also the year round running creek and several spots that springs pop up near the fire road for most of the year.  I have also seen a turtle two different times on this loop.  And turtles are hard to spot!  

    

BRP – 2011

Writing a blog about my horse adventures is something I have been wanting to do for a while.  Originally I was going to blog about being an adult games rider.  I also thought about writing about my pony Simon.  But those ideas just seemed too specific.  Instead, I have decided to write this blog about all aspects of my horse life.  I will include detailed reports of trail rides, the adventures (or misadventures) of trying new disciplines or equipment, the excitement of riding on a team and how our competitions go, and probably some complaints about pony sized tack too. 

Thanks for reading

*Krista*

October 2014’s 10 Questions

October 30, 2014

I saw this posted and answered on several of the equestrian blogs I follow and I thought I would give it a go.

  1. How many pairs of breeches/jods do you own? 

That seems like sort of an odd and pointless question, but I have no idea. I rotate through 4 or 5 pair of black and one pair of navy summer weight Kerrits and Irideon tights until it gets chilly and then I switch to winter weight Kerrits (with the cargo pockets) and Irideon fleece lined pants for the winter. I have maybe 6 pair of those in black, navy and dark gray.

  1. How many horses have you ridden?

 

I seriously cannot even begin to guess at this. Off the top of my head I can count 18 horses that I have owned (counting my sister’s too). We used to swap ponies all the time when I was younger, and I barrowed a lot of ponies when I traveled internationally as well. When I was looking to purchase my most recent pony, Poe, I went and tried well over 20 ponies in that endeavor alone.

  1. How many trainers have you had?

 

Lots. Shoot, even narrowing it down to just mounted games trainers alone… Michelle, Tamera, Kathy, Janey, Robert, Rob… lots of clinics and short term help…

  1. How many barns have you ridden at?

I have never really ridden for a barn. But I did start off my equestrian life at a weekly lesson barn owned by Mrs Gibson, called Frederick Riding Academy in Frederick, Maryland. I boarded for a while when I was a kid at a private, non-show barn. Then my ponies moved into my parents’ house. When I moved, as an adult, down to Virginia I boarded at a friend’s house, and it was eventually just my ponies there. Now they are at my house.

  1. What is the name of the horse you consider yourself to have the greatest bond with?

Simon. Hands down. He is my pony soul mate.

 

  1. What is your favorite show name you’ve ever encountered? 

I am not much on show names. (I am also sucking at taking this questionnaire. Maybe I am too old for this type of foolishness). I am sure I have heard clever ones but most of them suck and sound pretentious.

  1. What do you consider your greatest weakness or flaw in riding? 

 

Over the years I have lost a lot of my courage. I think all of my other flaws fall under that. Oh, I got fat too. That is a huge flaw that pretty much all of my other flaws also fall under. Yep, courage and fatness. And actually, the fatness also causes a lot of the courage loss. So I’ll have to go with getting fat. Fat <- Biggest flaw!

 

  1. What do you consider to be your greatest strength? 

 

Well crap, that’s a hard one. I suppose if you focus on games I have a lot of basic equipment skill and know a lot of techniques. But that’s not really a riding strength. I am a pretty good basic rider but I don’t think I have anything that really pops out at me like, “damn, that’s my STRENGTH”. So uh… pass.

 

  1. Have you ever leased a horse? 

 

I grew up in Pony Club, and pretty much everyone in my pony club leased a pony at one time or another. I had Berry for years. I rode her and then my sister rode her through most of our pony club years. We got her when I was about 10 years old. And she died when I was about 22 years old, give or take. She was a free lease that just stuck around. My sister had a couple free leases through pony club when she was in her younger years, Princess Wildflower, Pammy, I had Bobo for a few years. I suppose that’s it. I have an older pony that I still own now, Osh Kosh, who I purchased from auction when I was about 18 years old that is out on free lease now to a pony club family.

 10. What is the name of the first horse you rode? 

 

The first pony I really remember riding (like riding and not being led like in a pony ride) was named Warrior. He was at Mrs. Gibson’s Frederick Riding Academy. A black small medium stocky thing. A perfect school masters that plodded around on the buckle. What a champ.