Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Day One at Our First Sleep Away Show = A Success!!
Course walk this morning at O'Dark Hundred. Marched around course echoing Monty Python's Ministry of Silly Walks. Huh? Of course I remember the strides in the lines. -- 7 to the six to the 2 to the LOOK! There's Anne Kursinski!! What? Of course I'm paying attention. Why would you say that?
Got our golf cat after the course walk. Loved the folks at Dever, hooked up right and tight and did not mind at all that we were newbies. Of course he didn't mind teaching us the right way to do things, he said, as he didn't want to have to fish us out of the pond like he had to do for other poor soul yesterday.
Todd Minikus, who was waiting nearby, got an earful of our interaction and started laughing. I told him, "Hey Todd, it's my first time driving one of these suckers, you don't know what'all's gonna happen here. He saw the truth of this and backed himself off to a safer venue where he could watch the fall out. Not only is that man the nicest guy on the circuit, he's got one heck of a sense of humor, too. Sorry about those toes, Todd!
Not to worry, we got the hang of that baby and we off doing our best Danica Patrick impersonations in no time. Sophie only fell off the back twice. The kiddo learns fast!
The less said about schooling, the better. The marines have a term for it, and the first seven letters of that 11 letter word are C-L-U-S-T-E-R. We lined up outside out in gate, watched a few round, and then it was Tara's turn. Tara was having a pretty good,although slow, go until the fourth fence, when she had a GPS issue. She seemed determined to get their money's worth for the class and ring crew about had to drag her outta there. Then it was Your's Truly's. Annabel made me recite my lines, asked for my jump off, and sent me off.
Wasn't a bad course. Bit behind the leg at first, but by fence 4 we got our rhythm and were making a pretty good go of things until Sug decided to goo off the reservation and make an executive decision over an oxer leading to the final combination. She went all "Air Mare" on me, which had me hanging on for dear life in the safety seat. We landed all cattywumpus, reins on the buckle, leaving a pile of matchsticks in our wake. She took off like a scalded cat at the combination, and we took it like a runaway hunter, all loopy reins and me clinging like a burr to her neck. Was pretty special.
We basically wandered around for a bit, watching Annabel ride her horse, then over to see our friend Janine ride in the Level 5s over in the GP ring. Also caught BJ Ehrhart's and Peter Leone's rounds. Just an aside - anyone else think some of those flower arrangements were last used at a funeral??