Literally the most surefire thing to make me cry is give me a snack I can't feed my own horse. THINGS ARE GOING GREAT, THANKS.
But I don't want to talk about that. Like, ever. Let's move on to far more exciting things!
|way to jump that giant thing, 2* rider!|
About a week and a half earlier, I decided on a whim that this was going to be the year I finally went down for cross country day at Fair Hill. Nevermind we used to only live three hours away, it made much more sense now that we're easily seven hours north. I texted Riding Bestie to see if she was available to come too (yep!), told Hubby my plans and had him sign on quickly as well.
We got down to PA Friday night, met up with Sarah early Saturday morning, and began driving the most ass-backwards way known to man. I have no idea which way we used to trailer down to Plantation and Carousel Park to show, but holy fuck I'm glad it wasn't that way. What a giant cluster fuck.
|sally cousins in the 2*|
Approximately five trillion years later we finally made it to parking and jumped onto the shuttle bus just after ten.
|i have no idea how mags's fluffy ass fit on that seat|
|meanwhile pig had adopted herself out to a new|
family and had zero regrets about it
We had no idea where to start, so we picked a path and started wandering. We watched a little bit of one of the waters, and then plopped down at the coffin complex where Austen soon found us.
|lyra has no time for your shenanigans.|
Austen was stuck with us for most of the day and quickly won over the favor of Hubby by giving him her extra beer tent wristband, and by Sarah for her copious use of the word "fuck" which is honestly the easiest way to win any of us over.
We missed quite a bit of the 2* riders while strolling through the trade fair where we lost Austen in the Eponia booth for awhile. I don't know how you Rolex bloggers had such a problem with her shopping habits--the next time we saw her she had a large bag slung over her shoulder...
|it was hard to miss buck. he was on practically every other horse.|
|i would like this jump at my house. #adorbs|
We grabbed some vastly overpriced but delish lunch, and then headed over to the tailgate area to meet Niamh. I've met Niamh a couple times before--she was actually the very first blogger I ever met in-person!--and she was just as fun as ever. We were soon joined by Emma and had to get together for an epic
|i see your white snow bunny and raise you one black bear.|
|this poor pooch was like, "let's be friends, guys! |
JK I'VE MADE A TERRIBLE DECISION!"
Everyone split into opposite directions from there and Hubby, Sarah, and I headed off in the direction of the start to see more of the course as the 3* kicked off.
|i can't be the only one that has a huge crush on this mare|
We watched the first few riders come through where we could see two big galloping fences at once before deciding we'd move on to a combination to see some action. After all, these upper levels horses weren't going to have any issues cruising over these "easy" jumps. About two minutes later we were maybe six feet away as Jenny Caras's horse came in on a half stride and hung a leg on the picnic table, high-impact splattering them both into the ground. They were both instantly up and seemed no worse for wear fortunately.
We quickly hoofed it over to the corner combination where the first pair we saw was Heather Morris getting eliminated on refusals.
|y u so pretty tho, charlie tango?|
That was plenty of drama for us, and we didn't see anything else besides really nice trips from there out.
|super bummed colleen wasn't able to hold on for the win|
Right as the 3* was finishing up, I think on the very last rider, Britt and I finally managed to run into each other for a quick meet up before we both left.
|why can't i look so nice and polished after|
six hours of walking around in 90% humidity?
I also met Megan K quickly as Hubby ducked into the beer tent one more time, but my head was pounding so bad at that point I completely forgot to get a picture. Blogger fail. She and her girlfriend were both great though!
|here's freebee instead|
It was a great event overall, made all the more fun by getting to meet so many bloggers in one place. The massive amounts of doggos wandering around waiting to be pet helped cheer me up, too.
|wild black bear|
I'd definitely like to attend again, if only it weren't so fucking far away. I hear the Geneseo Hunt Races are a great party day, guys! And only forty five minutes away from me...so probably about sixteen hours for everyone else on the planet.
|and for everyone concerned, don't worry.|
hubby got his crabs in a bag.