Saturday, September 30, 2023

More Point Given

Because of BreyerFest, horses that retire to the Kentucky Horse Park's Hall of Champions become model horse family. Point Given lived there from November 2017 until his death earlier this month. During that time, a multitude of hobbyists took photos with and of him. Here are a few that were shared on the Braymere Custom Saddlery Facebook page. We will all miss him.

photo by Christie Richardson
with Candice Curtis at Three Chimneys, 2003
photo by Kimberly Killian
photo by Sara Bowman
photo by Sara Bowman
photo by Sara Bowman
photo by Kristin Arendt
photo by Sue Newcomb
photo by Sara Bowman
photo by Mary Vinyard
photo by Jamie Law
with Lauren Wood, photo by Christie Richardson
photo by Kristin Arendt
with Heather Davis
photo by Kirsten Wellman
photo by Jamie Law
photo by Heather Davis
photo by Clarice Bone
photo courtesy of Christie Richardson
photo by Cindy Evans-Yates
photo by Jamie Law
photo by Sue Newcomb
photo by Abbie Branchflower

September horses: Point Given

At its best, horse racing brings horses to people who don't otherwise have access. 

In 2001, I was a stay home mom with a one year old son and another on the way. We didn't have a lot of money, and we didn't have any child care. I think I rode one time that year. Horses - which had long been the center of my life - had become a rare treat. I missed them terribly.


If I couldn't go to horses, they could come to me. Tv time became my horse time, and the marquis horses of the early 2000's became "my" horses. I followed their careers as if they were my own. I invested in them. I loved them.

I really loved Point Given.

Spending time with him - getting to know him for real - was one of the highlights of BreyerFest 2019.
These pictures, taken by Fabian after the 2019 auction, mean the world to me.
I saw him again in 2022.
In fact, taking a picture of him with Christie Richardson was one of my main goals for that year.
It wasn't easy, but we got it done.
Sadly, I will not get to see him in 2024. Point Given died September 11, 2023. 
Rest easy, Big Red Train, and thank you for the memories.

Thursday, September 28, 2023

Icelandic horse roulette

We set out on our first ride in Iceland with six riders and eight horses.

This caused a fair amount of confusion amongst the ranks. 

"Why so many horses?" someone asked.

I had a theory. "They haven't seen us ride yet." I said. "When I worked at the guest ranch, some people really exaggerated their riding ability. Maybe those extra horses are insurance."

About an hour into the ride, we stopped for a break, and our guide instructed me to take my saddle off Vaskur and put it on one of the "hand horses."
I assumed I was being demoted, that my riding had been found to be inadequate and as a result, I was being put on a more beginner friendly horse.
It was a humbling thought, and thankfully, an incorrect one. As it turned out, changing horses mid-ride is a feature of riding in Iceland.
Every ride at Eldhestar included at least one...
and sometimes two hand horses.
Horses were rotated at nearly every stop - from one rider to another, from ridden to led.
It didn't have anything to do with someone's riding ability or lack thereof. It's just how things were done.
Single hand horses were led on a long rein, clipped to the right side of the bit and run through the left ring.
When there were two, the second hand horse wore a halter over its bridle, and was attached to the first via a rope clipped to a surcingle.
Here's a closer look at the surcingle.
The reins were detached from the bridle and wrapped around the horse's neck.
Although only Karin rode with the hand horses, we all took turns holding them during rest stops...
and while she opened and closed gates.
The horses were clearly used to this and were mostly easy to handle. 
Every now and then, however, there was a little bit of a pile up!
I went to Iceland thinking I'd ride one - maybe two - horses. Instead, I rode eight.
And I rode all of them in all the gaits.
Sometimes it was frustrating. I often felt that as soon as started to figure out the horse I was sitting on, it was time to get on another.
At the same time, I loved the variety.
Every horse was different. 
Every horse was special.
It wasn't what I expected, but it was absolutely what I needed. I wouldn't change a single thing.