Tuesday, September 18, 2018

two speeds

We have had a couple interesting rides lately, but without much variety…in speed. Major is loving the coming fall weather, so "trot all the places!" has become his plan. I'm loathe to stop him because damn, it's fun (and he is behaving himself)! We have no endurance rides coming up, and are not "conditioning" but Major sure keeps himself in the mix!

A simple evening ride was along the lake. Major with one goal, trot! But I really did not like that plan (I was hoping for a mellow ride), so it became a game of trot and our other speed…eat. Major is still pretty incompetent at eating and walking, and with nowhere to go, stopping to eat the green tastiness is fine.

snack one: grass is good

snack two: grass is great!
this was a cougar snack: deer skeleton is all that remains

The best part was the musical accompaniment! I never ride with any music (I like the sound of nature and Major). But along the lake we often hear the boats, and this time a ski boat was moving along the lake, playing their loud music. The skier was obviously not very good, as they kept stopping to retrieve him! But unlike most times, this was actually some good music. It started with Disturbed's cover of "The Sounds of Silence" (oh, the irony), then I heard the opening notes of one of my favorite bands, Midnight Oil, and "Beds Are Burning." As I rode away, another 80s hit, "Down Under" by Men at Work played out as we trotted/danced away.

button bush: smells lovely and covered in bees and butterflies

snack three: moss is good too
Our next trotting adventure was a day exploring Empire Mine. I hadn't been there in a couple years. The trail are mostly wide with great footing, hardly a rock in sight! Very few people, a few courteous bike riders, Major was game to explore. Maybe because our home trails are so twisty and stop-and-go, he started out trotting in contained excitement and didn't stop. For 13 miles.

Prescott Mine structure, right when we started off

eager ears: oh boy!

Seriously, I would slow him, ask for a walk (not because he was tired, but because it was just a casual ride I thought) but Major had other plans. And he was so pleasant about it, just asking to trot again and stepping into a lovely, but quick, 7mph. Then 9mph, then a few canters in long, clear sections, and he was just eating up the trail, truly seeming to enjoy himself. We both had a great time (though I was tired as I didn't expect Major to be doing a solo endurance ride!), and we'll have to go back sooner than later.

contain yourself Major: walk across the raised culvert area

the trails were a blur: literally, so much trotting!

I may hate the fall, with darkness descending and the long dreary winter ahead, but these cooler days are appreciated, and I better get out there and enjoy every moment of daylight while I can…at whatever speed I get!

Thursday, September 13, 2018

d.i.y.: customized helmet

Time for another super difficult and time consuming D.I.Y.…or not! This was simple and fun, and I didn't take many progress photos (and no completely final photos, oops!)

I had some cool orange reflective tape from fixing up my horse trailer, and it was just sitting there, bored! But you could do this with any outdoor vinyl from the craft store (just cut it into the strip width first.)

needed tools: helmet, colored tape/vinyl, scrap paper template, exacto knife, pencil

I took my helmet and then some scrap paper strips, and fitted them to the grooves/lines on the helmet. Each helmet will be different. I removed the visor for simplicity. One long strip will not work well, with the helmet curve I think you would get bubbles, etc. By cutting it into pieces it is easier to manage, and looks cool too.

Once I had my scrap paper template, I cut my reflective strips to match. I kept the paper backing on the tape for now. I made a couple small pencil marks on the helmet itself so I'd know where to line the tape up. Or wing it, whatever you're up for!

final colored pieces ready to stick

For the smaller pieces, I peeled off the whole backing and gently smoothed the tape to the helmet. The longer strip was a tiny bit harder, but I partially removed the paper backing to get it started, then pulled the paper out as I went along.

finished, shiny, orange!

Success! I got one small bubble that I really don't care about. I also spray-painted the tiny visor (orange of course) but forget to take that picture.

It is just for fun, though the reflective isn't a bad idea. It will probably peel off if needed, though I haven't tried it. Now what else can I stick some of that tape onto…?

Friday, August 31, 2018

final friday

I am lucky enough to not work Fridays in the summer. The 4-10 hour schedule allows for many more days of adventuring, and three days weekends are always the best. Sadly, it must come to an end this week. Even with the too hot, then smoky, days left out, there was plenty of time for exploring:

standard lake view is never boring

but the kayaking view is much cooler

and the view from below of the suspension bridge is dizzying

seeing all the Seabiscuit memorabilia at the State Fair

A cloudy, and welcome, road trip

camping adventures, with many marshmellows

Truckee hiking the abandoned train tunnels
Riding was first, but there were so many things to do: hiking, camping, kayaking all about. It was a very full summer.
neat rocky exploring


my favorite ocean spot (Salt Point)

And a different perspective on the Foresthill bridge

Oh boy, these are wanting-to-be naughty (and run in the sand) ears
Cooler (yeah!) and shorter (boo) days are coming. I don't plan much ahead, but I know there are new adventures awaiting…

Monday, August 20, 2018

monday moment: monster

Suspicious activity ahead.

On alert: why the long face?

It's just a parked, quiet chipper…

or a monster!

Thursday, August 9, 2018

wild life

Black wings beating, 15 or more turkey vultures flew into the air as we came around the corner. They circled low, and some just watched warily from nearby, perched on downed logs, even the ground. They were feeding.

What do they have Major? He was unconcerned about their flapping wings and presence, we see them often enough. A closer look revealed a very dead deer, looked to have been killed the night before by a cougar, blood still red. The cougar had eaten the good parts, the vultures were starting the cleanup.

We rode on. A few hundred yards further, we found her fawn, dead on the trail. The tiny thing wasn't much bigger than a large housecat. Perfect spots on its soft-looking fur, no sign of damage, big brown eyes glazing over. Did the fawn run off, then die from exposure in the night? The fawn was harder to deal with. We left it there, more vultures would come along to do their job...

Sad, but that is wild life. It is not a circle of life, but a line for each creature. How long is that line? No one knows. The trails can be harsh, but usually it is just tree branches attacking me, rocks underfoot and steep terrain. I'd already stopped Major once this ride when a California Mountain King snake, beautiful red and black, was right alongside the trail! We didn't want to step on that beneficial creature. Now I was just a little sad.

Major couldn't care less. He didn't seem to notice either dead deer, just wondered why we were stopping when we could be trotting the sandy lower trail! We walked awhile while I thought about how pretty that little fawn was. These are the second babies of the year for our local deer population. They are already dealing with lack of water and food this time of year, so these babies have a high mortality rate.

Around another corner, we walked into a gully, briefly hidden from the lake view. It was still a bit muddy from months underwater, and we continued on. Up ahead, two fawns and their mother raised their heads and warily watched us. These fawns looked stronger, and were eating the green grass sprouting up along the lakeshore. I stopped just to admire them, then we took a few more steps and they bounded into the shrubbery.

I wished them well.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Tevis sweep 2018

It was cave-dark. A few glow sticks showed the way, but didn’t provide any light. That famous Tevis full moon didn’t penetrate through the trees. I couldn’t see my hand in front of me, so I just gave Major his head, and said get us through this. Water splashed, rocks tumbled underfoot, and he crossed the creek and up the opposite bank. 

Later, on a more exposed hillside, the moonlight glowed, showing pine tree silhouettes and reflecting off the smoke in the canyon, the trail showed up clearly ahead. But only a bit of this and the trail was swallowed by trees again, Major never questioning why it was 1:00am, why we were following those people but staying back, walking over rocks, slick granite and along drop-offs, never hesitating. Trust.

trailer snack is serious stuff

7:30 pm temperature, yuck!

My sweep section started at Foresthill, which is the one-hour vet hold 68 miles into the ride. The competitors have done the hardest canyons, but there is still plenty of climbing and descending to do to get to Auburn. Many people leave in daylight, and the front-runners left Foresthill at 5:10pm, but the last of the 87 people left at 9:50pm, with my sweep team behind them.

getting ready, alfalfa is awesome.

My sweep team was just two people, me on Major and C on Racer. C had the radio, as cell phones sure don't work in the canyons! Our job is just to follow behind the last rider, making sure the trail is clear, and we don't leave anyone out there. We will help if necessary or asked for, but otherwise let everyone ride their own ride.

We had pre-ridden this section (Foresthill to Cal 2, 10 miles, 1500 feet elevation gain) the week before in daylight, making sure the horses (and we) knew the trail. I'd also ridden it in May at the Tevis Fun ride. (For trail pictures, look at that post, as it was way too dark to take any new and/or good photos!)

orange moonrise over Foresthill vet check

Major finding alfalfa scraps under bright Foresthill lights

They had extended the cut-off time at Foresthill due to the heat and smoke from distant fires, but we only left about 10 minutes after our originally scheduled time of 9:45. Riding through Foresthill on the concrete is always a bit nerve-racking (and many riders trot it!), but down California Street, then the trail starts. Almost immediately the riders we were following had lost the trail, it makes a tight switchback in open terrain that is completely noticeable by daylight and dusk, but at night was not marked well enough. They were backtracking when I pointed them down the correct trail, then hung back and let them move along.

The first part of this trail descends into the Dardenelles creek area. You cross a few creeks and go down multiple switchbacks. And it was pitch black. I had a headlamp that could be turned to red or white (only in emergency), flashlights (again, only for emergency) and some battery glowsticks, which are the best invention ever. I had the orange glowsticks on my front saddlebags, but even that was interfering with my night vision and not helping me see the trail (which I'd rather trust Major to know). So no lights was actually better.

The trail is marked with green glowsticks, mainly at turns, changes of elevation, etc. Most were horse high, some lower, and some had fallen on the ground (those were suspicious to Major!) And also disorienting to me, as you'd look ahead and assume a glowstick was horse height, but it was on the ground and the trail wasn't as steep as your mind believed. Very trippy.

The riders we were following had evidently never ridden the trail (which is understandable as many riders come from far away to compete) and were traveling really slowly. That is where more local riders, with experience over the trail, have such a great confidence advantage! But with the competitors out time of 9:45, and a suggested cutoff at Cal 2 of 11:45, they needed to travel 10 miles at 5mph JUST to make cutoff. That is quick on this type of trail, especially in darkness!

awful moon photo, but believe me, it was spectacular!

As the night moved closer to midnight, the moon rose higher and the the views were spectacular. We were still moving slowly, now past the suggested cutoff, and radio control asked us to move forward and contact the riders about their options. That was pretty fun, urging Major into a fast trot on dark trails to catch the other riders. Just what he loves, chase! C explained to them that they could technically continue on to Francisco's, but would be way overtime and definitely be pulled, or they could pull at Cal 2 and not put themselves and their horses through 7 more miles of technical, steep singletrack in the darkness. They chose to pull at Cal 2. Smart people. We dropped back again, as there were still 2 miles of trail ahead.

We enjoyed the night air, the moon, the darkness, and horses walking along in the warm night air. Major was just having fun, striding out, listening to me that today we are NOT catching up to those riders. He seemed to figure out the game, and would stand quietly if we happened to catch up to the competitors, while they went ahead. Good boy!

Finally at 1:00am we saw the lights of Cal 2. This is just a wide part on the trail with a steep road access. There is hay and water, a strand of holiday lights, and some dedicated volunteers. After letting their horses rest (they gone 78 miles, nothing to be ashamed of!) we had to follow the three pulled riders up the long, steep hill to the awaiting trailers. Our trailer was there too, and we were finished with our sweep for the night.

But as anyone with horses knows, it's not over yet. I cooled down Major, let him eat hay, put tack away, then started the drive home, my partner C driving. We weren't in my trailer, so we got to where my trailer was, I switched all the tack, unloaded and loaded Major in his own trailer, and drove back to the stable. The Auburn Courthouse stood on the corner, glowing at 3:30am.

stopped at a green light for this photo, 3:30 am, not much traffic!

Sweep riding Tevis is an exhausting, sometimes frustrating, always rewarding experience. Every time I'm reminded why I love to ride the individual sections but have no desire to do the whole 100 miles in one day. But I am super happy for the people who choose to compete, especially in this tough year, with only 42% completion rate. Four friends were pulled early in the day, and two made it to the finish, but I know the others will be back next year. It seems like Tevis fever grips many people in different ways. Major and I will be back to sweep again, hopefully in darkness, knowing the trail, trusting each other, finding the way.

Monday, July 30, 2018

monday moment: classy

A pre-ride snack proves that we're so classy…IKEA bag is the easiest feeder ever, and no lost alfalfa scraps!

Friday, July 27, 2018


Nine years ago today I brought Major home. Too tall, too young, not enough training,  what was I thinking? We’ve had lots of ups and downs: I’ve been scared and brave and everything in between. He’s been naughty and a saint, and everything in between!

Today we adventured out to our favorite local trail, (mostly) not under water anymore. We trotted along the sand, spooked roosting turkey vultures and careened around a few corners (and an obligatory one-rein-stop for silliness). A tree munched my knee, I brushed past innumerable poison oak branches, and came home dirty, sweaty, and smiling. 

Tomorrow we are sweep riding Tevis, following the last riders out of Foresthill to make sure everyone stays safe.

We’ve had a lot of fun adventures. He’s certainly turned out to be a great partner. Most days. I hope to be sharing the trail with my brave, alfalfa-crack loving, annoying, water-splashing silly boy for many more miles.

Monday, July 23, 2018

monday moment: dream

For all those who dream of Tevis and are riding this weekend: safe travels across this venerable bridge…

Thursday, July 19, 2018

detour: Preston Castle

Preston Castle

On a muggy, overcast day, we went to explore an intriguing-sounding new location: Preston Castle. Built in the 1890s, not as a castle (even with 77 rooms and 43 fireplaces), but as a reform school, it housed the boys and employees until 1960. When the state decided to close it they let anyone come strip the building, and there is almost nothing left of the amazing interiors.

The Foundation who owns the building take a tiny donation and docents will guide you or you can wander through the accessible areas. Much is so damaged, having no roof for more than 40 years will do that to a structure, but you can see the amazing bones of the place, and what is what have once been.

grand entrance

the Director on his horse
The wards were originally from San Quentin prison, though later, as the docents explained, it was also people who dropped off misbehaving kids, and Depression-era parents unable to care for their sons. There were even a few famous residents (Merle Haggard's story was told to us by a docent!). I'm sure some deserved to be there, though not all, and life could be harsh but also seemed to have some "school" aspects (orchards, farms, the library, etc).

Oh, I have a relative on the list! (same last name)

side entrance for wards

plunge pool for decontamination

dorm room

The front entrance was grand for visitors and politicians, though the wards entered in through the side, and had to go through a toxic bath to rid themselves of lice, etc. The dorm area with original beds is a huge, vaulted room, and the library would have once been filled with books and looked out on a lovely view.

sad remains

the only remaining pieces  of original tile

the library windows and view

still intact plaster ceiling medallion

one original library door remains, only saved because it was hidden behind a wall!

I was intrigued by empty firehose reels, a metal-enclosed slide fire escape (complete with an owl living in the top!), and glimpses of past beauty.

an employees room

fire hose reel

fire escape!

even wiring was ripped out

peeling paint above a door frame

The shell of what remain is impressive on the outside, and sad on the inside, both due to the state of disrepair and the subject matter.

can make it spooky too

architectural details

brick detailing

But what a fascinating piece of California history.

(There is so much history online, and please read about it for complete details: Preston Castle Foundation, Sac Bee Article)