Saturday, June 6, 2015

New Home, New Trails

We've been busy exploring the many trails available in the Salt Lake Valley.
A favorite is the trail shown in blue on google earth.  The steep part is Cherry Canyon, which begins at the Orson Smith trailhead.  The lower portion is the Bonneville Shoreline Trail, which continues south for many miles.
Cherry Canyon gains about 4000 feet of altitude in 4 miles, going all the way up the mountain to the base of Lone Peak.
It's a fantastic ride with great views of the mountains and the Salt Lake valley.
In the panorama above, you can see Utah Lake on the right, and the Wasatch Mountains on the left.
We stopped when we reached snow, at about 9100 feet.  The stream shown above comes from melting snow.
The water was clear and cold, just the way a thirsty horse likes it.
Flowers are blooming on the mountain.  A bank of orange poppies attracted out attention.
Near the trailhead, the grass is tall from all the rain we had in May.
Since we've been city folk, the horses have learned to tolerate walkers, joggers, hikers with backpacks, bikers, and an assortment of dogs.
One morning, as we traveled up the Cherry Creek trail, a dozen paragliders swooped down the mountain and passed about 10 feet over our heads.  Boss got a little freaky over that, but he got over it when he found that the big sails and whoo-whooing adventurers were not going to eat him. (The photo above came from Wikipedia.  We were way too busy keeping the horses from running down the mountain to take any photos of the actual event.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Antelope Island Endurance Ride

We arrived on Thursday for a the Antelope Island 55 endurance mile event on Friday morning.  Ride camp was already a busy place, with 30 to 40 trailers parked near the Garr Ranch.
By the next morning, the count was at least 50 trailers.  Over 40 riders were signed up for the 55 mile ride, and probably about as many for the 30 mile.
This black stallion caught our eye.  He was a beauty and reminded me of Walter Farley's Black Stallion series, which I read numerous times as a child.
The ride manager checked off the riders. Horses milled about, whinnying and dancing.
And they're off.  The black stallion led us out for a "controlled start."  Control is relative at one of these events, since all the horses know they're out for an adventure, and they're eager to get going.  Every horse there would take off at a gallop if it were up to them.
The scenery was beautiful.  We rode across the island on a trail that isn't usually open this time of year because of bison calving.  Island management decided to make an exception for the endurance ride.  Hopefully we didn't cause any undue problems.
A bison herd grazed along the shore on the west side of the island.  They seemed unperturbed by our presence, if they even noticed.  In a few places, we left the trail to go around groups of bison.  Many of the cows already had calves at their sides.  We also saw antelope, deer, and one lonely coyote trotting along the beach.  Chukkar and meadowlarks are abundant, as well as plenty of seabirds.  As we headed for the homestretch, the sun was getting low and gulls were flying and shrieking above us.  By that time, we were getting a bit fatigued, but we could still appreciate the beautiful scene.
We clocked in at 7PM, having traveled a little over 60 miles, with 4500 feet of elevation gain and loss. We arrived about the middle of the pack.  Riders continued to trickle in for the next couple of hours.
It was quite a day.  The horses looked good and the vet gave them a thumbs up. All was well - another fine (albeit very long) day in the saddle.   


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