Monthly Archives: April 2011

I’ve Been Spotted!

At Rolex!


Georgie loved horses and cherries

My buddy, Zeb, wrote a pretty awesome piece about George Washington’s legendary relationship with his horses and included some cool facts and trivia about his days leading the cavalry charge on his favorite mounts, Nelson and Blueskin.  So, here is your horsey history lesson of the day.

Come on boys, it’s a fine day for a foxhunt!

For better or worse: eventing

The Poplar Place March Horse Trials was delayed a few times throughout the weekend due to thunderstorms and plenty of lightning. I found this photo this morning of Ashlyn Dorsey and Culcairn in the CIC* division, and you can see the incredible dark clouds coming in fast.

Road Trip to Oblivion

Last summer, Zeb Fry and I took a road trip to Indiana to drop off a Thoroughbred at a track.  We tried to document the trip.  I found our notes recently and some photos I took.

Friday, August 6, 10:00 p.m.
We got a horse with one shoe, fly glue in her mane, and an ample supply of energy drinks.  Pulling out of the barn at 10:00 pm, we started on our late night journey to Hoosier Park in Indiana.

10:52 p.m.
Lemon-lime 5-Hour Energy tastes like crap.

1:21 a.m.
On late night trips such as this, it is important to be mindful of the level of your diesel tank.  After one failed attempt at finding diesel off one promising exit, we finally followed a trucker off the interstate onto a dark exit where the neon lights of the “Busy Co–er Travel Center” promised the presence of “-iesal.”  Suspiciously lonesome truck stops such as this one bring out what you might call the “nightcrawlers.”  There are the kind of creepy-crawlies you have to dodge during potty-breaks in the trailer.  Inside, Zeb encountered the another species of “nightcrawlers.”

“Stay in the light while I go get my card back.”

1:25 a.m.
What is a school bus doing out so late?

3:00 a.m.
Stopped to break for 1/2 hour.  The newspapers are being delivered to the diner over there.  Got coffee and more diesel.  Talking keeps Zeb talking.

7:16 a.m.
Indiana is foggy, and the roads are bumpy.  Oh how I love Kentucky.

*Sometime after this we arrived at ‘the meeting place,’ an obscure gas station with great people-watching.  The trainer, Frank Lewis, arrived soon, and we followed him to the stables.  We snagged lunch, I got this interview, and Zeb and I deliriously opted not to get a hotel and instead turn right around and drive home. *

Saturday, August 7, 2:28 p.m.
We have diesel and are departing Indiana.  I am running on 36 hours awake with not much more than a catnap, and Zeb is driving like A TREMENDOUS MACHINE.

4:46 p.m.
Leslie drives Scout!

*The last comment of the evening was composed by Zeb, while I drove her rig, which is apparently named Scout, through the mountains.  It was a big deal for both of us.  When we switched seats again, I passed out for the last leg of the trip.  We arrived back to the farm at who knows what hour, and the next morning I drove another 3ish hours home.*


Oi.  Yet again I’m failing to update this blog with any kind of timeliness.  I had a whole thing about my weekend at Poplar Place written up, but I got busy and didn’t post it.  It is worthy to note that it was a very difficult event, due to the obvious.  Eventing lost a beautiful mare, Dekorum, to an unfortunate accident unrelated to the fences on XC.  I can’t imagine anything worse – my sympathies to all those who loved her.

After several weekends on the road and deadlines galore, this weekend was full of family, sushi, and Dragon Age 2.  For whatever reason, I’m up at dawn on Monday, I’ve started on my third cup of coffee, and the only deadline I’m facing is taxes.  Ew.