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I just walked out of the house to do late night checks, and I nearly was blown over. Strong winds tonight! And 50ish degrees. Bizarre, and just another odd twist to our strange Washington weather this winter. Coming from my warm living room, with dogs and cats curled around the woodstove, I was fully prepared for a frosty night. I walked out bundled up in down and ski tuch, only to be wishing I was in a t-shirt. A tree falls somewhere near the house, dogs go rushing to defend their kingdom, and a horse snorts at the interruption.

I am finally writing you a belated Happy Holidays/Happy New Year/Solstice blog. Its been a while since I wrote, and I have no good reason, other than my short-windedness might be due to the doldrums of winter. Im at that midpoint where the proverbial fog is lifting, light in the tunnel has a horn blowing with it, and days should start to have more bloom than gloom.

And then you turn on the radio and hear that it is the first day of Winter.

WTF, is all I have to say to that. Granted, last year it would have been more appropriate for me to complain about this because by this date we had already had close to 14 snow days. Which in the horse industry is equivalent to 7000 normal days. But still, I feel it is quite justified to bring this up in a whiney voice despite the El Tepid winter that we are experiencing. I guess tis the season to be grateful – so despite the fact that we still have 4 months of snowing raining muddy frozen bliss to go – lets look at the bright side of things and lets plan our upcoming year. This will infuse a dose of unrestrained optimism in me.

Many folks are asking about our spring California trip – and I have to admit (don’t read this Jordan and Marissa) that I am leaning towards Plan B, which is a mess of local schooling shows instead. The reason this is sounding so appealing is that we have 4 young horses under the age of 5 who need show experience and Erica and Shauna both need to educate their new horses at low stress venues. Ive figured that for about the same amount of money to go to Cali, I can go to a 3 day schooling show at Thunderbird, 2 clinics in Washington and 2 one-day schooling shows with 3 horses. That’s a lot! So despite needing sunshine and warmth more than a clam needs butter and lemon, I think I am heading towards the local scene.

Next Blog…. 2012 goals for me and Taukalot, Rory, Lear and Dino.

We are riding a wave of change in our sport – and that change has not come easily. I have been doing some thinking about the safety issues that plague us, and will continue to do so for some time. Eventing with a zero chance of risk, is no longer eventing. We will always be able to boil eventing down to a human riding a moving, unpredictable horse with our heads 9 feet above the ground. That’s a given. However, I think that with improved technology and education, we can dramatically reduce the risks we take.

Maybe the hardest thing about a wave of change is to generate a wave in the very first place. Groups of humans have, since the dawn of time, come together for consensus and often action only happens when more than a few people agree upon a subject. An individual person is often unwilling to do something that is against the grain of normalcy. I know this because I have always been one to start raising my hand in class only after I watch someone else give a wrong answer and not get howled at. Once we see that we are safe to present a new and different idea, we may gather support, and then as a group we become much more effective. Group consensus is probably an evolutionary trait that has increased human survivorship at some time in history. However, it has it’s good points and it’s bad points and it definitely has helped with group mortality as well.  It is very bad when a group of people adopt a terrible idea, and it is equally bad when a single person can’t get the wave upwelling for a good idea.

Taking this analogy further, what we have here is the USEA pushing a bad idea and it is being accepted by a lot of people. I am not the proverbial fly on the wall during the committee meetings, and I cannot hear who is proactive and aggressive to install new safety measures and who is unwilling to change. I do know that the powers that be at USEA are proposing to revoke of the One Fall rule at the lower levels, and that fact indicates that there must be more than one person over there who is NOT willing to take aggressive steps to make our sport as safe as possible. I don’t know what their reasoning is, but perhaps some of them think that it would be terrible to deny a rider to get back on their horse if the rider does not have a traumatic brain injury (TBI). Ok, fine then. New Good Rule: those that do not have head injuries can get back on their horse and continue on the course. I certainly hope that means technology has gotten so good that we have hand held MRI machines that can instantly help with that medical evaluation by the jump judge.

What I do know is that we are lacking anybody on the safety committee with real medical training. I mean a doctor or two on the committee. Look at the safety committee for other sports: NFL and NHL are loaded with doctors. I think that when making rules that affect peoples lives, we might want to have someone with a degree or two to help us understand the vast intricacies of the human body and our ability to fix the human body when disaster strikes.

What I cannot understand is how we can revoke the One Fall rule given the increased media attention and medical knowledge about football head injuries. This summer there were two headliner articles about ex-pro footballers who had, in a very public way, donated their brains to science in order to help understand head trauma better. Those men were tortured by the aftereffects of their TBIs and they are, posthumously, helping make the world a better place. We now know that repeated head injuries in a short time period often are catastrophic or fatal, not just a nuisance.  Any single concussion can cause personality disorders, neurologic damage and cause decision making deficits. I, myself, have seen professional riders make riding/training decisions that they would never have done 10 years ago prior to the injury. But when you put two concussions together you get a whole different animal. Known as second impact syndrome, it means that successive separate incidences have an additive effect upon the brain that is often fatal.  One could argue that if you have a single TBI you are not in a position to make informed, solid decisions about much of anything until your brain heals. And to drive home that point, data from medical records of athletes with a concussion show that they are four times as likely to suffer a second concussion. I don’t know if that means you are X likely to suffer second impact syndrome, but I know that X is not zero.

I have had my own scary involvement with a concussion, and Im not wanting to go there again any day soon. So, I am making a promise to my small little group of Polestar riders and students that if I fall off a horse at a competition and have any small chance of jarring my noggin, I will not be getting back on and continue on course.  Nor will I be riding my second or third horses later in the day. I am making my own little One Fall rule that I am going to stick to because I have never been a ribbon chaser and I still have no need to be one now. A rider’s chance of a second fall is incredibly elevated after a first fall – and its not just novice riders. Just this summer alone you can see riders falling off two horses in a single event: Kim Severson fell off two horses this spring at The Fork, Boyd Martin fell off two at Plantation, and so did Nina Lignon at Southern Pines. All were on the same day and I don’t think its dumb luck.

If you think that USEA is looking out for your best interest with the revoking of the One Fall rule, then you might think again. They might want to avoid hearing about how you wasted some gas money, time and effort and are so disappointed to only make it to fence 4.  For the life of me, I cannot see how a medical condition depends upon the level that you ride. My life with Mark, my family and my animals are more important than completing an event. Myself, I am going to have my best interest at heart here.

Happy riding.

Wear a helmet

Links: http://useventing.com/competitions.php?section=rulebook&id=2950

http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/00046702.htm

http://www.fi.edu/learn/brain/head.html

http://www.headinjury.com/sports.htm

Thanks to Teresa Loughlin for her information and knowledge.

I did hear recently that Murphy was a real person who described the moniker about his own luck. There was, apparently, an Air Force captain named Murphy who was involved with painful G-force testing on one of his pilots. Apparently, the sensor wires had been hooked up wrong and none of the test results were recorded, much to the horror of the pilot, Im sure. What can go wrong, will go wrong.

My case of “Murphy’s law” this week is not nearly so important as air force testing, but still, frustrating. I leave on vacation…. And the barn falls apart. Mark and I have a history of attempting to go on vacation and mere moments before we are to get in the car, some disaster strikes a dog or a horse. This time, it is humans! As of this very moment, dogs and horses appear to be fine, but the wind is changing directions… (more…)

The last event of the season has finished, and the inevitable winterizing of my life begins this week. Every fall I go through a two week period where I obsess about the onslaught of winter, the dark, grey cloud full of rain and snow is just parked east of us waiting for the green light to descent upon me and leave me moping around for another 4 months. Last year Granite Falls was in the news WAY too much for climate tragedies, and I pride myself that I don’t live there. It was very wearisome to have a continual email/phone/conversation with people about how bad the weather is up there, a vast 8 miles away. I would try to defend my homeland but end up looking stupid because I was leaning on a snow shovel, dressed in fishing waders, explaining how it was blue skies all around, flood?? What flood?  However, I am soothed by the fact that even if I am fabricating some minor details about our mild winters in Lake Stevens, apparently all the murders, car jacking, house arsons, and drug deals happen in Silverdale Wa. I don’t know where that is, but I will take the weather bad-luck any day over living in that wicked town. Just read KOMO news for details.

While I love the thought of warm winter stews, cats sleeping in the flickering glow of a log fire, and holidays with friends and family – in reality my mind immediately goes to the frozen pipes, hauling buckets, too few stalls for far too many horses, horses slipping on the ice, my damn dogs rolling in rotting salmon carcasses and snow sliding off roofs which appears to instantly erode ulcers in horse stomachs. Inevitably, there is a steady stream of people wanting to be winter boarders here at Polestar, because they too are having their own anxious hallucinations of horse in winter at small farm. I love to make people happy….. but somehow I also need to say NO to some people because I just don’t have any more room. Which does not make them happy.

Sometime around January, my fears about finding a frozen fish butt in Ruben’s tail as he wags his happy self in our kitchen will be replaced with dreams of going to California to an event. That is a milestone concept, because that means that I have either successfully made it through the worst of the weather struggles and can see spring ahead, or I have reached an apathetic state where I just don’t care about anybody but myself as I thrown the tank tops and shorts into my bag and run out the driveway screaming. Either way, there is always an end in sight to winter. In the meantime, I am enjoying the mushroom season and eating our way through our forest. The garden is finally slowing down it’s fall bonanza growth, honey is on the shelf, and the half cow is in the freezer. Im going to go visit my friend in Virginia and Mark is planning a road trip to family soon. Winter is not so scary today.

Im sitting on the couch on a Sunday morning…. most of my peeps either had a fun time at the EI schooling show at Washington State Horse Park (hereafter known as WSHP) or they know better than to ask for a lesson today. Im tired! But it was all worth it. Huge thankyou to the entire EI eventing group that helped put this on: Heidi Hansen, Penny Leggott, Chriss Cardwell, Joan Meyers, Polly Kranick, Todd Trewin, Leslie Thurston and Cathie Farr. Thanks!!! Another big thanks to Joann Keller-Green for donating her time as SJ judge! And also thanks to Anne Ryan for her excellent dressage judging.

Thanks to all competitors for coming to the show, and I hope you are excited about another schooling show next spring. You can expect a similar format with dressage and SJ but also we might include a Hunter Pace too. Great way to get ready for next year’s competitions!

Who would have thought that September would be the month that looks like late July. Finally, my plants outside look a little wilted, the leaves a little dusty and my arenas daily needing water. Its about time. But where are my red tomatoes? Does anybody have ripe tomatoes this year?

Ive been a little late with writing about Polestar news, due to the constant traffic in my life. But, the big thing for last week was the Scott Keach clinic hosted by Area VII Adult Riders.  This is my third time riding with Scott and yet again, I am really, really happy with what I learned. Ive got another little trick up my sleeve for a few horses, especially Lear. His show jumping “prowess” is scary (read that both ways) and I have been really worried about his lack of confidence when he jumped at Aspen a few weeks ago. Lear in a nutshell is careful about touching poles, and yet doesn’t yet have the skills to get himself out of trouble. His jumping form changes dramatically when he is nervous, and that is not good. I am going to work all winter on his understanding of the bit and creating a better mouth on him. At the moment, I cant even help him when he gets worried because his mouth is just not there. I go to help him add a stride and he falls apart in his jumping form. So, there is a long road ahead for me. But Im up for it. He is a lovely horse who is fun to ride, and has a wonderful mind. Besides, what else am I going to do all winter?

My students all had a great time too at the clinic. Susan Greenwald was given an additional two thumbs up for moving up to training level! She now has collected enough support to actually go do it at NWEC in a few weeks. She came out on Sunday and jumped a full course at max height, and a few with the 2 inch fudge factor higher. She rocked it. Im thrilled for her and Mr. Dalesman. He looks like the athlete he is, all proud and ears up!

Annika and Lucinda both got strong lessons on how to KICK! And Scott meant, really kick. They were both so excited about what they learned that they decided that they wanted to enter NWEC afterall. Before last week, they had decided they were both done for the season.  I think they will both end the season very well…. But don’t forget to kick!

One final word, we will miss our excellent summer working student, Marissa Williams and her horse Allstar. She has gone back to finish her degree in San Louis Obispo, but we had a wonderful time with her for the long summer. I always said that Allstar was the best named horse in the barn. They arrived here with very little jumping experience, if any at all. And due to his fabulous mind and athletic ability, Marissa was able to work on her own skills and by September they were comfortably schooling all our training level jumps at home. They finished the summer in amazing form with a win at Aspen at BN! I am so proud of her accomplishment and cant wait to see them again. Jordan swears that she will take good care of them down south until they come up for summer camp again.

Just when most of you are sensing that the summer is winding down, we here at Polestar are just hitting our groove! We have the upcoming French Creek Derby here this weekend. And if you are interested in coming, well get in line. Apparently there has been a wait list for quite a while. Im not running the show, but Heidi Hanson is and she tells me that her husband has started to hide her phone in the refrigerator or other difficult to find places. I suggest that she get a really really good ring tone, so that at least she can enjoy the noise for half a moment.

The jaw dropping news from me and Mark is that we went on “Vacation”. Ive had someone drop their sandwhich when I told them this, but yes, it is true. We took a real 3 day vacation. The WS watched movies every night with the dogs, snuggled with the cats, rode my horses while we went off and bombed around amazing mountain biking trails.  We went to Mountain Bike Oregon in Oakridge OR. If you dont know it, you havent been reading enough mtn biking magazines…. its mecca. But anyway, the motto for MBO is Bikes, Buses, Beers. And that perfectly describes it. Buses allow you to have up to 3 hours of downhill singletrack. Technical, dirty and awesome! We are hooked and will be back there next year. I fell in love with the Diamondback 29er… and you must see this video: Diamondback. At least watch to 2:48, and you realize that these guys are the eventers of the bike world. Ouch!

Its off to mow, paint and rake. Thanks VERY much to my amazing group of working students. Shauna, Annika, Marissa and Lucinda are the most eager and helpful group yet. I would not be here in front of the computer without you, Id be outside doing it all myself. Thanks bunches!

After a few weeks break, its time for an update. We have completed YR Benefit HT at Lincoln Creek, took names, and came home with ribbons and an overly sensitive nausea button. My students did AWESOME…. without me. I have to say that everyone not only tolerated the my malady with grace and a few chuckles. But they also didnt fall apart and make me feel too guilty for lying on the couch of my horse trailer, green in pallor, while they ran around the fun XC course. But the story begins on Friday when we all marched out to our xc course walk. In retrospect, I am horrified by the “course walk” that I gave them. First of all, I lumped groups together and gave a “simul-walk” in an attempt to spare my leaden legs from multiple miles. And that should have been their first inkling that Meika was not her usual perky, athletic self. I remember looking at a small novice oxer, and thinking that if anyone had any problems with this fence, I sure hope they speak up because I sure couldnt think of anything useful to say! My brain was flatlined.  As the course walk progressed, Im sure that I saw Hank run off to join another trainer in hopes that he might learn something practical that day. Near the end of the course, BN and N had to run over a giant lump. I thought that this was one of the highlights of the entire course! Its not often that lower level courses present an interesting challenge like that, mandatory flags at the top and no jump. How fun! Like a roller coaster! Had my brain been engaged and not being eaten by a virus, I would have recognized the wide open mouths and the shocked grimaces on the BN riders! Im sure I told them something like “Just kick! It’ll turn out alright!” and assumed that they all would, as I continued to the next fence… alone.

Well, thankfully, they all did make it over that lump flawlessly, but thanks to their horses, not the awesome coaching they received. I only heard that they all made it over that fence, because by Saturday I was useless. Despite that, as you can tell by the photos, great results were had. Hank went clear on XC and SJ for the first time….. ever! Holly, photographer, got 2nd in the training division, Marissa rode in her first event ever and had a great time in all 3 phases. Out of the ribbons, but motivated for next time. Annika, 3rd, Susan 7th, and Mary and Gail both completed out of the ribbons. Lear wore a snarly face for most of the weekend and was finally able to school the SJ and XC at the end of the day. He got first place.