We are back from our Strawberry River ride this weekend! Absolutely the perfect weekend to get outta town to the higher elevations (base camp at 8000 feet or so), because while it was 80 to 85 in the mountains, it was 96 on Saturday in the valley! We actually put a blanket on Bhen most nights because it was chilly.
Base camp was off Utah Highway 40 near the Strawberry River Reservoir. This is a great recreation area - lots of fishing, snowmobiling, trail riding, boating. Ride camp isin a large grassy area near a group of cattle corrals, all on National Forest property. We chose to camp near the stream, which turned out to be really helpful to haul water.
D was still teaching his seminar, but I drove up with MJ and Dean, and their ponies. We got camp set up by dinnertime on Thursday and got the boys settled in with water and dinner. (Yeah, Sam's still really tall!)
Friday a.m., Bhen and I set out to ride the first day's 25 miler. He really did great, even though this is a technically challenging course with lots of downed trees and rocks, and probably 25 to 28 creek crossings. There were several very boggy sections, as the snow is just finally melting from this area. (It was still visible on north faces under the trees.) He did great at his midday vet check, had some lunch and we went back out to finish the second half of the ride, which winds along the Strawberry River through an absolutely stunning canyon, with hawks circling overhead and a bright blue summer sky. We came in 7th and I was really proud of Bhen.
Saturday, I was thinking about riding, but Dean had an accident on the trail the previous day (he and his horse had gotten kicked) and while I wasn't technically keeping an eye on him, if I stayed in camp, it meant MJ could go and ride without worrying about him, so I sent her and her #1 boy, Rum, out together that morning. Here's Rum, looking rakish as usual:
D arrived on Saturday afternoon (fighting off a cold from a student from the seminar) and Sunday a.m., we took MJ's horse #2, Beau, out with us. So, D and Sam, MJ and Beau, and me and Bhen went out for another loop. There was some confusion about signage and trail markings, and we took a (brief) wrong turn, but got back on track and made up some time, and came into the vet just after mid-morning. Poor Bhen was just frantic trying to keep up with two horses who are one full and two full hands taller than he is. While they were just stepping over downed logs, he was having to full-out jump them. He got wound up and I had to get him calmed down so we could vet check in.
For the second loop, we put him out front for most of the ride. I thought we should ride a little more quietly, since he had just raced on Friday a.m., and the trail had a lot of altitude gain. (We live at about 5000 feet. The ride camp was at 8000 feet and several of the climbs took us almost to 10,000 feet.) I really didn't need to worry for him. In the last 1/4-mile, he tried to race another horse and rider in, but I stopped him, got off and walked him in, so we came in already under pulse criteria for the day.
The boys were tired, but we fed them, gave them a cool sponge bath, made sure they had some water and got them loaded up and home Sunday night. They've had a long day of naps and snacks to recharge the batteries, and we'll be off again in a week for eastern Wyoming for another 3-day ride!
All for now.....