First things first - P is an Intermediate pony!
Secondly - I got myself a big ole fancy truck and trailer!
|Trailer, also sexy|
Both of those things happened within about a week of each other - so as you can imagine, my mind was going 100 miles an hour for a while, hence the lack of updates.
I'd decided Waredaca would be P and I's first attempt at Intermediate because our first plan of April's River Glen was erased when we had to kick our XC skills up a level (see previous post). We had some good lessons with Ben and Melissa leading up to the week, so I was feeling pretty confident. Flash was going along also, and he did not have the most ideal lead up, shutting down a bit due to what I now know was sore feet the week before at Foxtrack, but once I figured that out, did a bit of soaking and schooling, and figured he'd be good to go.
Once we arrived to the show grounds and got the boys settled, we had just enough time to run through my course, looking for my jumps by the light of our cell phones. Not exactly how I would have preferred to walk P's first Intermediate, but oh well!
|This is the jump P trotted....|
|Corner out of the first water|
The last water jump was a big jump in, to a slight bend to the skinny on the way out. I was a little concerned with the jump in, and not at all worried about the jump out. P usually is so careful into water that making skinnies on the out is never a problem... I usually have all the time in the world. Well, apparently somewhere on course, P put on his cocky britches, and he jumping into that water like his tail was on fire (for him anyway :) and I just couldn't find my line to the skinny. One more circle and he was like "Oh, if you would have told me that we had to jump it, I would have".
At this point, I was pretty much on cloud nine. We galloped up the last hill, and at the peak, where he usually gets to take a big breath and cruise, we had another table and then a gallop down the hill. All the sudden, I realized that I Could. Not. Get. his head up. He was galloping full on, but was laboring. Apparently he forgot to breath. We had once combination left and a simple last jump. I was so pleased with him that I didn't want to risk hurting him, and all the possibilities of what could be wrong were going through my head. I aimed him at element A of the combo, his ears pricked and he jumped it with ease. I turned towards B (a corner), and I saw nothing. No stride to kick to, no stride to hold to, nothing. So, what does any good professional rider do? I grabbed mane and told my awesome horse that if he needed to stop, I was totally ok with that. He said "hold on mom, we only have two jumps left till I'm an intermediate pony!" So I held on and he figured things out. I finished and proceeded to call/text everyone in my contact list. I am so in love with that big bay horse!
|Flash and his Aunt Kate share a peppermint. .|
|It's really unfortunate he doesn't have much scope....|
Both boys are now qualified for the AEC's which I'm thinking about making the trek to, even though it will empty my bank account. Road trip, road trip, road trip!
|Rainbow over the trailer on the way home.|