Monday, October 7, 2013

2013 Red Rock Rumble - Volunteer

This weekend was the second Red Rock Rumble ride.  Last year I rode the 50 to finish off my 2012 season, and I really wanted to go back this year.  Dixie looks great, and I probably could've gotten away with doing the 50 again, but I decided to go volunteer instead.

Last year's ride was kind of a milestone for me - it's the first 50 where I sort of felt like I knew what I was doing.  I rode exactly the ride I wanted.  We'd ridden most of the trail before, training out in the area, and I knew where to go fast and where to go slow and where to just hang on and wait for it to be over.  I even coughed up a one-paragraph blurb for the AERC Extra about the volunteers at Red Rock, and this year, I wanted to go give back.  (Also, to go party.)

It always surprises me, how much fun it is to volunteer.  Endurance riding at my level is still extremely exciting - will we finish?  What could possibly go wrong this time?  And when you crew, you're wrapped up in your team's finish, and you're stressing about the same stuff (plus, will I forget the spare girth or the rider's favorite food or sleep through a check, oh dear!).  But volunteering is easy and fun. Show up on time, do your job, cheer your friends, console the ones who get pulled.

Also, road trips are way easier when you're not hauling.  I zipped straight over on Friday and had enough time to hit Sierra Trading Post for more ugly flannel.
God I missed ugly flannel.  It's been a long, long two decades without you in my life.

I also bought some tangerines and some rum, because I hadn't actually brought any food.  I pretty much threw my sleeping bag, a camp chair, a pen, and a parka in the truck and left town.  I mean, it's one night, and I don't even have to ride the next day, what could I possibly need?

I got to camp a little before the vets did, but they showed up pretty quickly and we started vetting riders. I think they had about 60+ entries, 38 in the 50 and the rest in the LD, so it was a pretty good turnout. It's the same camp as Rides of March.  It's a cow thing, with the chutes and the pens for gathering up the cows that spend the summer on that range, on a plateau surrounded by gorgeous mountains.  It's 50/50 that there's a storm rolling in from the Sierras, but this time the weather was perfect.

I got to vet scribe!  Vet scribing is the best job for newbies, IMHO - after you stare at about a hundred trot-outs, you can see lameness.  Not as well as the vets, and I'm usually fuzzy on which limb, but I can see a bobble in either diagonal pretty reliably now.  One of my challenges in this endurance thing is that I pretty much went from "not a horse person" straight into endurance, so I don't have years of basic horse experience.  Vet scribing is a great way to see a lot of horses, in all stages of excitement and tiredness.

Harley was there!

Yep, he's a Friesian!  I rode with him at the 2010 Comstock LD, where I forgot all the rules of LD and cantered in to the finish like a complete idiot and had to stand in the sun for 20 minutes trying to pulse down, lol.

The Nevada Dutch Oven guys were there again, so I had no worries on food.  We had some drinks, some dinner, some more drinks, some ride meeting, and then we had a party.  I usually bail right after the ride meeting, to lay in my sleeping bag worrying and listening to my horse eat hay, but this time I had no horse to worry about so I attended the party.  It was fun, but I can't tell you about it - what happens in Nevada, stays in Nevada!  ;)

The next morning I rolled out of bed at the entirely civilized hour of 5:45.  (Once you get up at 3:40 to saddle a horse, everything else seems quite reasonable.)  I cracked a Red Bull and dragged my comforter over to Susan's vet truck and we headed out to the away check at 6.  The first hold is at 12 miles or so, which is pretty early but that's what the trail requires.  It's 12 miles of easy hills and pretty easy footing, down from the plateau into the valley and over to the base of the Dogskins. The horses have a 15 (45 for the LD) minute hold, and then they do a six mile climb up the mountain, drop down the mountain, cross the valley again, and come back to camp at 30 miles.  It's a long way if you run into trouble.

We ended up pulling six riders at the first hold, all for intermittent little lamenesses.  That early in the ride, everybody's still bunched in together, so it was an hour and a half of shivering in the truck, then an hour and a half of working hard in the chilly autumn sun.
 Susan and Jana.
Away check!  Porta potties, muffins and fruit and drinks, hay and carrots and water, and even a mounting block.  What more could anyone need?

After we'd seen all the 50s and about half of the LDs, Susan and I bailed and headed back to base camp.  The day had warmed up, from 26 at dawn to the low 50s, and it was still beautifully clear and pretty calm.
We got back right on time to start vetting the frontrunner 50s.  My replacement showed up after the first rush and I showed her how to scribe - she's a teenager, riding somebody's horses, interested in endurance, seemed like a cool kid.  I meant to spend more time with her, because I know how weird it is starting out, but I ended up running around helping out more than playing assistant vet scribe.

My ~particular riders~ this time were Lucy, Jen, and Angela.  Angela pulled RO-L at the first check (another intermittent little lameness, and she decided not to push it), so it was just Lucy and Jen after lunch.  Get it girls!
Sanne came to do the finish line, and I appointed myself assistant finish timer - we took turns wandering off to get food or drinks, sitting in the burned-out desert in camp chairs.
There was a little brush fire in September.  They knocked it down pretty quick, but what did burn happened to be the part of trail closest to camp, and it looks very apocalyptic right now.
My friends all trickled in slowly (or quickly - congrats to the top ten!  Especially you redneck guys riding top-ten in jeans - yall are hardcore!)

Lucy and Jen came in with a comfortable hour to spare, looking great.
Roo was a brave little rockstar!
 Jen waited til she was almost done before she fell off ;)  Somebody snapped a rope gate behind her and spooked her firey Morgan, Willow, and she ate dirt.  But she finished grinning!
Harley the Friesian finished looking great, of course.  My friend Pam (the one I had to trot away from at Tahoe Rim) rode the LD with a friend of hers, and they finished top-ten, and Pam got LD BC!  I'm so happy for her - her horse looked great and she did a wonderful job with him.

I did a little bit to help break down camp, but eventually I had to go.  I was hungry!  The Dutch Oven guys had cooked dinner, but there's only one proper post-ride food...
Double-double, grilled onions, protein style, well done fries.  In'n'Out Auburn: the official endurance food.

And I zoomed back across California to get home by ten.  It was a blast, and I'll be back next year!


  1. I love ugly flannel. I never outgrew my "flannel phase" of clothing choices, so it makes me happy that it's so readily accessible again.

    1. I can't believe I ever quit flannel, and I am going to hoard the stuff as it slowly goes out of style again. \m/

    2. Nice thing about Colorado. Flannel NEVER goes out of style.


  2. I love that tangerines and rum count as food! The secret to your next 100 attempt, y/y?

    Any kind of scribing is the best. I love all kinds of volunteering for all kinds of sports (I have already promised to mark my calendar for a combined driving thing next summer, even) but sitting/standing next to someone who really knows their stuff and listening to them talk about it all day? The best!

    I didn't actually realize mild intermittent lameness was a pullable offense...oops! Learn something new, etc.

    That is one dramatic landscape. I look at picture after pictures from you desert-to-California folks and I don't think I will ever get over how _weird_ the land looks to my east-of-the-Mississippi eye.

    1. Intermittent lameness isn't a "pullable offense" - it's a pull if it's consistent, that's the key word. It's a good reason to RO-L, like Angela did. I think what I meant was that we were seeing "small" lamenesses, not three-legged lame pulled tendons? Does that make more sense?

      I was born in Mississippi and I will never get over how amazing the landscape out here is. It's the opposite of everything I grew up with.

    2. That makes sense!

      We did Red Rock Canyon on a family vacation last spring. I thought I had been abducted by aliens.

  3. Sounds like a blast! Sometimes volunteering can be (almost) as much fun as riding!


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