In some sort of misguided attempt to convince the indomitable Amanda that endurance is the best horse sport, I dragged her with me again. We left the house bright and early on Friday morning and headed across the street to the Chevron for ice, beer and gas. Amanda pumped the gas, I got the ice and beer, and we hopped in the truck to zoom up to Truckee. I started the truck, hit the gas, turned the wheel hard left and crunched into the concrete pole guarding the gas pump. Where the fuck did that thing come from!?
We headed up to Robie Park and found our team around noon. Our crew-mates were Mel's sister Loreleigh and brother Tristan, with trailer transport provided by boyfriend Matt. They'd all been through this rodeo before, and I'd go through that rodeo again with them.
We spent the afternoon going through Team Farmel's "paperwork" - entering, vetting, checking tack and stuff, and fiddling with boots. I found some of my usual friends - ~C was taking pictures for the webcast, ATG was selling tack, Lucy and Ashley were crewing for Kaity and her half-Arab half-Appy Kody.
American Trail Gear
Then it was time to bail and get back to civilization. C and I have a tradition (can you call it a tradition after three years?) of
Kind of. The hotel was no-for-reals historic, right on the main street by the train tracks, and they run a lot of freight up that railroad at night. And there was no AC. And it was still 80 or so when we crashed, so of course we had to leave the windows open or suffocate. I grew up a hundred yards from a railroad, so I slept like a baby, but the others said they woke up every ten minutes when another train roared through town.
We were up and at 'em at 5. The webcast team headed off to the Highway 89 crossing, and Amanda and I went back to 267 and I-80 to wait for the rest of the team. Matt was moving the trailer to the fairgrounds, and he stopped and dropped off
I may have roared past a state trooper at 80 mph and only gotten away with it because the dude behind me was going 85. As one does.
We schlepped the necessary gear up from the parking area to the actual check and got set up with an hour to spare. We did a terrible job of taking pictures of each other, but I found this one on Facebook. Look, I really was at Robinson.
Yeah, that's not spooky at all.