I’m excited to be working with Viking Bags, Elite Sports and Born Tough to try out their products! Viking Bags makes motorcycle gear, but they have a backpack that I think might make a great overnight bag for my horse pack trips and trail rides. They have agreed to send me one for a product test.
I will write up a review post once the product testing is done
Keep an eye out for these updates.
I guess an apology is meaningless here, so I won’t bother. It’s been more than 3 years since my 2019 moose hunt trip to Alaska with Derek Habel and I’m just now getting around to finishing the story. This is my sixth post about it, I believe.
So, when I left off, I had just gone off with a saddle horse and four pack horses to return to the trailhead, 19.97 miles by our gps, to pick up about 440 lbs of horse feed to bring back to our camp. I documented that whole experience in a previous post (somehow I got things a little out of order as I was documenting the trip), so I won’t go back over that trail here. Suffice to say that it was a tough ride, particularly coming back in with four pack horses, fully loaded, alone, in grizzly country. However, having said that, a hot shower and a warm, comfortable bed at the trailer made it the trip almost worth the trouble!
We’ll pick things back up as I was arriving back at camp, Tuesday evening, after a very long and hard day on the trail. I arrived around 7pm and Derek had gotten back into camp just a little before I got there. He had a roaring fire going. We both pitched in to unload and care for the horses, and it wasn’t long before dinner was ready. It felt very good to sit and warm myself by the fire. My feet were soaked and cold from the river crossings coming in and I was utterly exhausted. If you haven’t read it, go back and read post #4, which I linked above, about my trip to bring feed for the horses back in. On the trip back in to the camp, I had three wrecks with my pack string, two of which were pretty serious. I was lucky that neither I nor any of the horses was seriously injured. It’s really too bad that I had nobody to get video footage of that ride. It was a tough one.
Not dead, just resting.
On Wednesday morning, that would be September 18, 2019, Derek and I packed up two saddle horses and all four pack horses and headed back into the back country. We traversed the low bogs, crossed Iverson canyon, made our way up Anaconda Creek, over to Cottonwood Creek, and finally down into Carden Creek, where we found a cozy little spot for a camp. All told, we were about 12 miles from our base camp. It was some pretty tough riding, but as we had come that way the previous week, we had idea of the easiest routes to take and kept the horses out of most of the toughest bogs and thickets.
The following day, we saddled Moose and Finn and headed out to hunt. We found a nice knoll above Carden Creek, from which to scope the area, but saw nothing we could hunt. We spotted a couple bull moose down farther in the valley, but they were too far off and moving too fast for us to make a try at them. They probably had been spooked by hunters brought in by the local outfitter.
On our way back toward camp, Derek spotted a cow moose and calf on the hillside opposite the one we were on, across Carden Creek. We stopped and watched for a few minutes, before we saw a second cow and decided that there was probably a bull somewhere nearby. After about a half hour or so of scoping the hillside, we finally saw him. He was a legal sized bull, but not a trophy.
I need to interject something here, just for background information. A couple of Derek’s friends, resident hunters of Alaska, had flown in and met us at our base camp the previous week and we hauled them up into the foothills east of camp to get them started on a Dall sheep hunt. As they were Alaska residents, they were hopeful that they might also get a chance at a Grizzly bear after their sheep hunt. Derek only hunts for trophy moose, so there was no guarantee that he would take one, but I, on the other hand, had no such aspirations. Derek’s friend purchased a bull moose tag for me in hopes that I might score a bull and create a “gut-pile” to attract a Grizzly to the area. With that in mind, Derek set me up to take the bull we were looking at from that hillside on Carden Creek.
The bull was laying near the base of a tree, which is why it took us awhile to see him, facing north and broadside to us. After using Derek’s range finder, we determined that the range was 440 yards. I carried our bear protection rifle – a .457 Marlin lever action, so Derek gave me his custom 300 Ultra Mag with an excellent range-finding scope. He coached me through the use of the scope to get the proper rise and I got myself into a comfortable seated position. I held a long breath, slowly exhaled, and squeezed her off. I saw the bull toss his head and thought I had hit him, but he didn’t do anything else, so I took a second shot, which I was pretty sure hit the mark. He then stood up. I took a third shot, which I thought scored as well, but he then slowly turned away from us and started to slip behind some brush. I took a fourth shot, which I was pretty sure missed completely. He slipped behind the brush and out of our sight. I was pretty sure my second shot was a solid hit, so I mounted up on Moose and started to find my way down the mountainside, across Carden Creek, and up the opposite mountainside. Derek remained at the site from which I shot, to spot for me and make sure I found the moose.
It took me close to half an hour to reach the bull, but I found him not 20 feet from where I first saw him laying near the base of the tree. He was dead as a hammer. As it turned out, my first shot hit him in one of his antlers. After he stood up, my next two shots were both in the neck and were both kill shots. As I had thought, the fourth shot missed completely.
Derek and I got to work cutting up the moose. We quartered him and pulled the backstraps and left the meat laying on some moss to cool, while we went back to our satellite camp and returned with our pack horses. By the time we got the meat and antlers packed on the horses and made our way back to camp, we were a couple of tired puppies.
The sky was lowering that night, so we prepared our camp for rain. It came in the early hours of the morning, which made getting up and getting packed up for our move back to base camp a cold, wet, chore, but we were on the trail by about 7:30am.The trip back to base camp was a rough one. Neither Derek nor I had slept well and we were exhausted. Our horse feed had run out the day before (what we brought out with us from base camp) so the horses were hungry and irritable, as well. Missy had a sore back, so she was problematic for us and she kept getting us all tangled up in the pack string. She became such a problem to us and all the horses that we considered more than once just shooting her and having it done with! However, our better selves prevailed and eventually we got things sorted out to minimize our horse problems and made our way back toward base camp….in the rain.
We were supposed to be meeting Dave and Zack, our intrepid Dall sheep hunters, somewhere along the path back, but we had no communication from them and gave up trying to contact them by satellite and cell phone (it was amazing that we had cellular coverage in some areas). When we arrived back at base camp that afternoon, it was like coming home…almost.
My horse, Apollo, as I mentioned in previous posts, had developed a limp on his front right foot on the trip in from the trailhead. I had him shod by a farrier I had not used before a couple days before we left Spanish Fork and I think the farrier quicked him. Apollo lost the shoe on that hoof before we had been out three days, but I was lucky enough to have been able to find the shoe and retrieve it. I re-set the shoe and hoped that would relieve the pain in his hoof. I also gave him some rest the first week, but as time went on we had to have him. During our three-day hunting expedition to the Carden Creek area, Apollo again lost that same shoe. I didn’t bring our farrier kit with us, so he had to go barefoot on that hoof. He was fine in the tundra, but while crossing the rocky creek beds, he was very sore. I took it as easy on him as I could. He was game and kept on working. Once we got back to base camp I again re-set that shoe.
During the whole trip, I had to re-set seven horse shoes. I went through all the spares we brought and finally ended up having to make a rear shoe out of a used front shoe to get us out on the last day. It held, though. We haven’t used that farrier since.
All the horses, at this stage of the hunt, were showing wear. Apollo and Missy were dropping weight quickly and were looking pretty thin. The rest of the horses had rub sores in one place or another from the pack saddles. I was double-padding Missy, to ease her sore back. Having said that, all-in-all, we and the horses were in pretty good shape for the work we were doing. We had plenty of feed for the horses at base camp, so they were well fed when we were there. The dogs, Ruger and Lucky, were ok, although Lucky was still suffering badly from the porcupine quills in his mouth (I talked about that encounter in a previous post). We continued to pull one or two now and again, whenever we saw the opportunity, but Lucky was not wanting anything to do with us by that time.
The following day, Saturday, September 21, Derek and I saddled up and packed up the horses and headed back out toward Carden Creek and farther south. We blazed a trail through the tundra and thickets, cutting out a bunch of scrub trees and clearing a trail for ourselves, made our way past Cottonwood Creek and made our way over to our previous satellite camp. We set up camp for the night there and rested that evening.
On Sunday, we headed over the hills south of Carden Creek, up on to a rise, then down into a valley. As we continued southward, we sighted a decent bull on a hillside a half-mile or so away. We headed that direction. When we got close enough, Derek started a stalk, while I took the horses around to an area where I thought we could approach without being seen. While I was bushwhacking, Derek was able to stalk to within about 200 yards and scored a very nice bull with a one-shot kill.
As I made my way toward Derek’s kill, the remaining moose, several cows and another nice bull, passed right by me and the horses. In trying to find a way to reach Derek’s bull, I ended up in a gully about 100 yards or so below where I needed to be. I could see no easy way to get there, so I pointed Ginger up an extremely steep, brush covered, hillside, making our way in short switch-backs, up the side hill. Finn, on the other hand, wouldn’t follow us. I ended up dismounting and just letting Ginger head on up the hill on her own (Derek was waiting at the top of the ascent), while I went back for Finn. I finally succeeded in coaxing Finn up the hill, now that Ginger was at the top, and we both reached the top of the hill out of breath, but in good shape.
We again quartered the bull and caped this one (it was a very nice 64″ bull), but having no pack horses, we laid out the quarters and backstraps on the moss to cool, and headed back to camp. We picked up the other horses at our satellite camp and continued on toward base camp. We had made contact with Dave and Zack and had made arrangements to pick them up in Anaconda Gulch around 2pm, but we didn’t reach them until about 6-7pm. It was long after dark after a very long day when we reached base camp that night.
Dave and Zack had spent 12 days in the high peaks hunting Dall sheep. They had scored a nice buck with full curls, but had no further luck. They had eventually run out of food and had been living on fresh mutton without salt for a couple days! They were happy to see us.
We had a fun evening that night, exchanging hunt stories with Dave and Zack. We stayed up past 2am, before running out of steam and heading for bed.
On Monday morning, two planes came in and landed in the river bed, not far from our base camp, to pick up Dave and Zack. Derek and I again packed up the horses and headed back over to our Carden Creek camp. We had previously cleared a lot of the trail, which made the going easier, but by the time we arrived at camp that evening, we were bushed. We had a quick meal and went to bed.
The next day we packed up early and, with all the horses in tow, headed over the hills to retrieve Derek’s bull. We had it loaded and underway by around noon. We arrived back at our base camp in the early evening, before dark, after having made 23 miles on the day.
The following morning we arose early. I went right to work replacing a hind shoe on Apollo, which he had lost the day before. I was out of shoes and almost out of nails, having replaced six other shoes during the trip. I took the front shoe Apollo had lost days before and used a rock as an anvil and another rock as a hammer, and was able to rough it into shape as a rear shoe. I tacked it on and while it was ugly, it held and he made it out with all four shoes in place.
We then packed up the camp, loaded up Derek’s bull, and headed back toward our trailhead and the trailer in Beaver Creek, Yukon Territory, Canada. We left my moose quarters and backstraps hanging on our meat pole. The trip out was sort of a blur. We were exhausted from our exertions of the past couple of weeks, as were the horses, but they and we knew we were headed back toward the trailer and the end of the trail. The horses moved out without any urging from us.
Coming out after a successful hunt
We had gone just a couple of miles, when we came upon a young bull and a cow crossing the river. The cow was very concerned about us and stood her ground, watching the dogs and us. She showed some aggressiveness, so we kept our distance. An angry cow moose is nothing to mess with. The bull, on the other hand, not quite legal size for hunting yet, was entirely focused on the cow. I’m not even sure he noticed us at all. The cow must have been in season, because he was completely focused on her. We waited several minutes, got a little video footage, then they moved off across the river and into the woods.
We made it to the trailer in very good time, arriving in the late afternoon around 4pm. We clocked 19.97 miles in 5 hours 27 minutes, fully loaded.
It was very nice to be back at the trailer that night. Derek’s living-quarters trailer is almost like a hotel room and a hot shower was excellent!
But, the trip was not over for me. I still had to go back for my moose!
The next morning, Derek arose at 6am and packed up Ginger and Shadow for me and saddled Moose with my gear. He let me sleep in until 7, waking me up for breakfast. I was in the saddle and headed back to the base camp by 7:37am.
The morning was wet and it was snowing lightly, and it was cold and breezy. I had dressed for it, though, so I was comfortably warm, at least until water from the river crossings started getting through to my feet. Still, I had long since gotten over the “heeby-geebies” of being alone with horses in Grizzly country, so I enjoyed the ride in. The river was higher than the previous year and many of the short-cuts and byways I had come to know from my previous trips in and out had changed, but I was getting to know the way fairly well by this time. There was little guesswork this trip and I was able to avoid the worst of the traps and log jams I encountered on the previous ride in. The horses moved along well and gave me no trouble, the weather cleared by mid-morning, and I enjoyed watching the mountains change as I drew nearer to them.
I arrived at base camp, now empty but for my moose and a few odds and ends of gear, just before 1pm. We made the 20 miles in 4 hours and 13 minutes. Happily, I found the meat on the meat pole had not been disturbed. I took about an hour to rest, eat lunch, and let the horses get what little grass was left in the area.
Then came the hard part. A quarter of moose can weigh upwards of 200 pounds, and I had the task of loading two pack horses with 4 quarters and some other large packs of meat, and some remaining camp gear, by myself. It helped that the horses were compliant and stood in place while I struggled to get each pannier up and hooked over the pack saddle trees. By the time I had both pack horses loaded, I was in a full sweat and exhausted!
Derek had given me his satellite phone for the trip, so I took a minute to call and let him know I had made it in safely and was heading back out. It was 2:02pm when I climbed back in the saddle and headed out. The trip out went smoothly. No problems from the horses. I was mounted on Ginger and she led the way at a wonderful pace. If there was five feet of level ground in front of her she stepped up into a foxtrot! Anything else was at a fast walk. As the miles flew past, I began to run out of energy. I mean, this was a tough day on a 61 year old saddle bum! By the time we rolled into camp I was just about at the end of my rope.
We arrived at 5:55pm, making my trip out, fully loaded, 3 hours and 53 minutes. Overall, we traveled 40 miles (39.94 to be exact), took an hour’s break in the middle, in 8 hours and 20 minutes…or thereabouts.
We arrived in the evening at 5:55pm, just before dark. Derek was there to welcome us in and simply waved me to the trailer while he unpacked, cared for, and fed the horses. I later calculated my travel time: Trip in – 4:13, trip out – 3:53, lunch break and packing – 1:12, total trip 9 hours 18 minutes for 40 miles.
That evening, Derek treated me to a nice meal at Buckshot Betty’s restaurant. They have hot showers and changing rooms in the back as well, so we took advantage of that too.
The next morning we were met by a Yukon Territory Conservation Officer, who nicely informed us they were waiting for us to show up at the Canadian Border Patrol Station to obtain proper permits to transport our moose meat through Canada. We stopped first at Buckshot Betty’s for a nice breakfast, then headed over. We were in full compliance with all regulations and all went well. Then we drove the 18 miles to the US Border Patrol Station to declare out kills and get the proper inspections to depart the US and enter Canada with the meat. We then stopped again at the Canadian authorities’ office, where they were already expecting us and moved us through quickly and with no trouble. We were on the road headed home by just after noon.
It was a long, but relaxed 4-day drive home. Both Derek and me, as well as our six horses, were due for a nice long rest.
I’m pretty proud of what those horses and I did on that last ride. We made a 40-mile ride through the Yukon Territory back country, without a trail, following a river with dozens of crossings, with a pack string loaded with meat and gear, with an hour break in the middle, in nine hours and 18 minutes!
That’s what a string of Missouri Fox Trotters can do for you! Not too shabby for an old man either!
It’s been awhile since I have been able ride on my horses, but for a very good reason. I thought I’d take a few minutes to let my followers know what has been going on.
Over the past year, I spent a lot of time traveling to visit my parents and kids (read grandkids) in other states. Incident to the travel, it seems, I also spent several weeks being sick at home. I finally came down with COVID last fall, as well as a couple bouts with the flu and the common cold. Then it began to snow…and snow and snow.
All in all, I spent nearly half of last year either sick or on the road, or the weather was too bad for riding. Which made it difficult for me to earn my little bits of supplemental income from training horses for, and teaching horsemanship to, a few individual clients and families, that allow me to pay for my horse trips and hay.
So, the result of it all was that last year I was able to take only one major horse pack trip. That was in July, when I went with a couple friends for a short trip into the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho (I thought I had written a post on that trip, but I see I never published it. I’ll get one up soon).
The first week of this year I was treated to a couple rides in Arizona by a friend who wanted me to check out a horse he was considering purchasing in Apache Junction.
Since then, though, I haven’t even sat on a horse. Here’s why.
During October last year, my best friend passed away while I was away from home. Once I returned, I visited his family in Ogden, Utah. Dan had been in poor health for some time, so much of the general maintenance that would normally have been done in his home had been put aside for many years. His widow, Jackie, who is also one of my life-long friends (I introduced the two of them to each other in high school) was still working full-time, but nearing retirement. I will withhold their last name, to leave them some privacy. Jackie gave me permission to post the included photos.
I have been a do-it-yourself handyman for most of my life. I have done major remodeling projects on almost every house my wife and I have lived in since we were married and before that I helped my father do custom remodeling and even helped him build the home in which he and my mother still live. So, over the years I have garnered good experience and acquired most of the tools necessary for even major home remodeling projects. After looking around the house, I volunteered to take care of a couple of the most urgent needs in the house.
There were two projects that I deemed to be of the highest priority: Repair some broken floor boards (shortly before he passed, Dan asked if I would repair those floorboards for Jackie, once he was gone) and a major remodel of the house’s only bathroom.
The home was built in 1944 and overall is in solid condition, however the bathroom needed serious attention. The bathtub surround was literally peeling off the wall and appeared to have black mold growing behind the panels. The cast iron bathtub was stained and dingy, the fixtures were in need of replacement, and half the floor had been reinforced with plywood and stick-on tiles, which were peeling off. While there are other matters needing to be addressed in the home, this was the most serious. The other issues can be address one at a time in the future and are of no emergent nature.
Bathroom in serious need of attention
After some conversations, Jackie happily agreed to pay for the building supplies while I provided the labor for the bathroom remodel and the repairs to the floors (Dan had set aside an amount of money for the express purpose of making repairs to the house after his passing). In my exuberance and optimism at the opportunity to do the remodeling for her, I greatly underestimated the amount of work to be done and the time it would take. However, even with the current elevated cost of building supplies, we were able to keep it well within her budget.
I figured the entire project would take me a matter of 5 or 6 days and the plan was for me to stay at her house while I was working, going home for the weekend and returning for another several days to finish. I started the project on January 10 and am still working on it four weeks later! I hope to finish next week (February 13). I have discovered that age is quickly catching up with me and I cannot accomplish nearly as much as I thought I could in a day and at the end of a long workday, Ibuprofen is my best friend!
The first day was evaluation and tear-out, which went pretty well…until we got to the bathtub. Now most contractors would take a sledge hammer to the bathtub and take it out in pieces, but I wanted to keep it whole, as I thought Jackie might be able to re-sell it to recoup some costs.
I mean to tell you that was a real cast iron tub, not one of the more modern light weights! That tub must have weighed more than 300 pounds! With the help of her son, we got it out of there without damaging the tub, the house, or ourselves, but it was pretty dicey! Luckily, I had thought to bring a furniture dolly, which we used to good advantage. As it turns out, the bathtub will become a planter in the back yard.
With the tear-out completed, I discovered a couple unanticipated problems. Firstly, the house was built as a modular design, the walls being made of 1X3 lumber configured as a lattice of about 16″ squares with 1/4″ plywood glued and nailed to both sides. Drywall was then installed over the plywood. These walls were straight , plumb, and strong, but did not lend themselves well to changes in design. The plywood behind the tub surround, while not rotten, had begun to delaminate in places from water damage. Lower down, behind the tub itself, it was pretty well deteriorated. Surprisingly, there was little mold or rot in it, due to a laminate covering on the plywood that was the original tub surround, which protected the plywood. Some black mold had grown between the old laminate and a newer tub surround that had been poorly applied at a later date by a previous owner, however this was easily cleaned off with household cleaners, once the later panels were removed.
Secondly, I discovered that the water supply plumbing for the tub, sink, and toilet was the original galvanized pipe and the drain plumbing was the original cast iron. The cast iron was in good condition, despite its age, but I was hesitant to leave the galvanized pipe, though it appeared to be in reasonable condition as well. I discovered that at some point the water supply lines leading up to the bathroom from the basement had been replaced by copper, so I decided I would complete the supply lines in copper. I have plumbed with PEX, PVC, and copper and continue to believe that copper plumbing, done right, is the best insurance against future problems.
It took me some time to figure out the correct spacing of everything, as I needed to replace the tub controls and move the location of the pedestal sink several inches. It took me a lot longer to get the plumbing done than it should have; I am an amateur who needs to think everything out, test, rethink, measure again, test again, then solder. In addition, the entire wet wall (the wall with the plumbing behind it) had to be entirely re-framed, which was an adventure as well. I also reinforced the wood floor (oak tongue and groove), which was in surprisingly good condition, with 1/2″ plywood, to bring the floor under the tub level with repairs previously done to reinforce the floor under the toilet area.
When we went to shop for a new bathtub, Jackie asked if it would be possible to install a 32″ wide tub, rather than the standard 30″ tub. Of course I said, “Yes.” However, we discovered that recent supply issues had increased the prices astronomically! At Home Depot, a good standard 60X30 tub was in the $450 range, while the same tub in 60X32 was close to $1,200! In our surprise, we were astonished to find they had an American Standard (good brand name) jetted whirlpool tub in 60X32 alcove size on sale for $750 (regularly about $1,400). The decision was an easy one.
The installation was a little more difficult. But, with the help of one of Dan and Jackie’s sons, we got it set into place on a bed of mortar, as per installation instructions. From there the plumbing was finalized, as it needed a few adjustments to fit the taller tub, then up went the cement backer board and green board drywall.
The electrical work turned out to be fairly simple and easy, as the power supply and updated breaker box is on the outside of the house, directly behind the right end of the tub. There was already a through-wall fitting, resulting from a previous electrical upgrade to the house. I increased the size of the through-wall conduit from 1/2″ to 3/4″, to accommodate several more wires, installed the necessary GFI breakers, and ran the lines. I gave them a GFI outlet near the sink and added a ceiling vent fan as well.
After the tub was installed, the plumbing finished, and the drywall up and taped, one night I woke up in the middle of the night thinking I needed to correct something I had done with the plumbing. I had decided no to move the sink drain from the original location, because I was afraid that in trying to move it I might break the old galvanized pipe and run into BIG problems. I had intended to use adapters to connect the sink drain lines to the original wall location. However, as I said, in the middle of the night I recognized that not moving the drain location would later introduce problems with the installation of the sink and would be absolutely obvious and UGLY in what I hoped would turn out to be a nice bathroom.
So, when I arrived on my next trip up to Ogden to work on the bathroom, I opened the wall over the bathroom sink drain and supply lines. I am glad I did, because I discovered that the vent pipe coming out of the top of the cast iron drain plumbing was broken off right at the joint with the cast iron!
It appeared to me that the original plumbers, after setting the the 1-1/4″ vent pipe into place in the cast iron joint with molten lead, broke the vent pipe off at the joint while trying to tighten the next fitting above it. They had wrapped the broken joint with what appeared to be some kind of natural fiber, such as oakum, rather than make a proper repair. I considered what I might be able to do to repair the joint, but could only come up with the idea of cleaning the joint as well as possible and sealing it with epoxy. I called a friend of mine who has extensive experience in remodeling and asked his opinion.
Being that it is a vent pipe, which is not under pressure, and that it is installed in such a way that it is held firmly in place despite the break, we agreed that the epoxy was likely the best option and that even licensed plumbers would probably opt for it, rather than trying to remove the broken stub from the cast iron to replace the vent pipe. The epoxy would seal the break, not allowing sewer gas to fill the wall void and would also not allow water to leak, should the plumbing get backed up enough to reach that point. So, that’s what I did. I cleaned the joint as well as possible with a wire brush and emory cloth, then used an epoxy clay formulated for adhering to metal surfaces to create a thick filet around the broken joint.
As for moving the sink drain, I heated the cast iron pipe with a propane torch (being very cautious not to catch anything on fire) and was able to break free the galvanized nipple and twist it out without complication. I replaced it with PVC pipe to relocate the sink drain plumbing about 4-1/4″ to the right of the original location. I also moved the cold water supply 4-1/4″ to the right. Now everything looks right with the sink installed and all the cut-and-paste work is hidden behind the wall. Whew!
So, there was another day’s worth of unexpected work, but I was pleased with the end result.
For a water barrier behind the wall tile, I used Red Guard, purchased at The Home Depot. It has good reviews and after painting the barrier onto the cement board, I am satisfied it will prevent moisture migration into the walls. I am very pleased with the product.
During this period, I also did the needed repairs to the wood floors. Try as I might, I could not locate any reclaimed oak floor boards, so I made my own with some red oak I had at home that I had been hauling around for years, just waiting for the right project. I milled the rough lumber to the proper dimensions and added a groove to one edge. On the other edge, I made a rabbet, rather than a tongue, to allow the repair piece to slip into place (the piece shown is a scrap test piece). I removed the damaged piece of floor board by cutting it with a chisel and oscillating multi-tool, so that the ends of the repair pieces would land over a floor joist. I cleaned out the groove on the adjacent floor board, then glued a piece of 1/2″ X 1/4″ oak strip into the groove. I inserted the repair piece by sliding the grooved edge into place on the tongue of the existing adjacent floor board and laying the rabbeted edge onto the strip I glued in the groove in the opposite floor board. I then fixed the repair in place with one 16 gauge brad nail in each end on the rabbeted side into the supporting joist. I then used a hand plane and a palm sander to level the repair piece with the old floor boards. I used a combination of stains and boiled linseed oil to attempt to match the old finish. I like my repairs to look unobtrusive when finished.
Back to the bathroom.
The tiling was a new adventure as well, as I had never before worked with large format (12X12) floor tile as a wall tile. In doing a bit of homework, I discovered that large format tile is pretty much all that is being used nowadays and that special metal trim has been developed (Schluter System) to give finished edges to the large tile, for which there is no edge trim tile manufactured. I spoke to a representative at Floor and Decor, Riverside, Utah, who provided a lot of good information as to how things are done with the large floor tiles on walls. That gave me the confidence to know I could do it.
The tub surround and integrated sink backsplash took me two days to complete, again, due to my think, measure, test, think some more, measure again, etc. work style as an amateur DIYer. However, though there are some imperfections, I am pleased with the outcome. I found it difficult to get the large tiles exactly flush with each other. With small tiles, errors are small. With large tiles, errors are large. I guess that’s what separates a guy like me from the real pros. Also, I found my tile cutter, which is a good one, was not cutting accurately, commonly off as much as 1/16″. With 1/8″ grout lines, that little bit is noticeable. Luckily, it was not an expensive tile and a few wasted tiles did not amount to more than a couple dollars overall.
I added an accent strip of broken rock tiles, which I cut on my wet saw to 5-1/4″ width. These are 11X11″ tiles with a total overall width of 12″, made to fit together like puzzle pieces, so I had to cut each tile in half, then re-cut each half to get straight edges, so that I would have better grout lines.I found the trick to making straight cuts on these tiles was to leave them in the plastic cover while running them through the tile saw. The plastic helped keep the individual stones in place during the cut.
Setting the accent tiles in place was easier than expected. I decided to use Schluter metal edging trim between the wall tiles and the accent tiles to provide a break between them. I think it turned out to be a good detail choice.
The tile tub surround turned out well enough that Jackie decided to go with tile on the floor as well. I used thinset to level the floor and cover the joints between the new plywood and the old. I used a water barrier (Red Guard again) over the plywood floor and under the tile. This will not only provide a water barrier, but will inhibit tile and grout cracking.
I textured the drywall (green board) by using a rag method I learned long ago. I dipped a wadded-up rag into the joint compound bucket and dabbed it all over the walls and ceiling, working in small sections, following with a steel cement trowel to just knock the tops off the dabs of compound, creating a nice textured effect that not only covers small imperfections in the walls and ceiling, but also takes paint very well and gives the appearance of a plaster finish. This was my first attempt at texturing a large area in this way (I have done it for small wall repairs in the past) and I was very pleased with how easy it was to do and how well it turned out.
Once the texture had cured, I gave it a light sanding, to knock down the high spots, then rolled on primer and paint.
Next was tiling the floor, which didn’t take very long, as the bathroom is a small one, only about 25 square feet of floor space. I then used a sanded caulk the same color as the grout I intended to use (pewter gray) to caulk the tub surround corners and all around the tub, including the floor. This has been recommended to me and it seems to make sense. The tub, being made of fiberglass and acrylic, will expand and contract differently than the ceramic tiles, so grout in these areas will eventually crack and allow water penetration behind the tiles. The caulk takes 24 hours to cure.
The following day, I grouted both the tub surround and the floor with a pewter gray modified grout by Custom, labeled Polyblend Plus, also purchased at The Home Depot. I had originally intended to use a light tan grout that coordinates with the earth tones of the tile, but after seeing the tile in place with the dark thinset behind it, I liked the darker grout lines and went that direction.
The final touches were a new wall air vent cover, and the final installation of the new light fixture, medicine cabinet, pedestal sink, and new toilet.
Well, not quite final touches. I will go back on Monday to install the baseboards, finish the sink plumbing (found I was missing one piece) and caulk around the sink and toilet and baseboards, then paint the baseboards. Then, it will be done!
So, just for kicks, one more shot of the bathroom before the remodel:
Bathroom in serious need of attention
Now the remodeled version of the same bathroom:
While this project turned out to be much more involved than I expected, I am pleased with the result and very pleased to have had the opportunity to help my dear friend Jackie. I think she is going to enjoy relaxing in her new heated jet tub in her new custom bathroom.
For many years I have wanted to ride some of the trails in the Superstition Mountains, near Phoenix, Arizona. Being an Arizona boy myself (currently living in Utah) I am very familiar with the area and the legends of the Lost Dutchman Gold Mine, from which an entire tourism industry arose in the area known as Apache Junction.
As the legends go, way back in the late 1800s a fellow came into town with a sack of gold to deposit in a bank, but he would never tell anyone where he got it. Eventually he died and nobody ever knew where his mine was located, except that he was believed to have been mining in the mountains now known as the Superstitions. Since then, that small, but very rough mountain range has been scoured by treasure hunters to the degree that it eventually became a favorite hiking area that sees very high foot traffic throughout the year.
Being a lover of difficult and challenging trails, I have long wished for an opportunity to ride in the Superstitions. Last week (the weekend of December 29-31, 2022) I finally got my chance. My good friend and riding buddy, Derek Habel, was looking at buying a horse in the Apache Junction area. He decided that he needed to combine a trip to look at that horse with a ride or two in Arizona, where the weather was much warmer and more hospitable than here at home in Utah. So, he called me and tossed out the idea of us heading south for a few days, combining a short visit to my parents in Eagar, AZ with a trip to the valley to check out that horse he was looking at. I, of course, jumped at the chance!
We decided to take a couple of Derek’s horses, as they are trail novices and need some work to make them good trail horses. Big John is a 12 year old Missouri Fox Trotter gelding, standing about 15-3HH, weighing in at around 1200 lbs. That’s the horse you’ll see me riding. Powder is a 6 year old (I think) registered MFT gelding, standing about 15-2HH and about 1000 lbs or so. Derek rode him. Both these horses are well saddle broke and have calm dispositions, but lack a little in good bridle and trail training.
HINT: click on photos for large version
We departed the Spanish Fork, Utah area on Wednesday, December 28 amid a serious snow storm and headed for Arizona. We drove nearly 8 hours through snow, sleet, ice, fog, and rain, finally breaking out into better weather for the last three hours to my folks’ place in Eagar, AZ.
We spent one night there, then headed the following morning toward Apache Junction, which is a suburb of Phoenix, Arizona. I love that drive! It had been more than 30 years since I had driven it and I thoroughly enjoyed describing all my memories to Derek as we passed through Show Low, then the Salt River Canyon, Globe-Miami area, and down Devil’s Canyon, through Superior and on into the Valley of the Sun, by which the Phoenix area is sometimes known. Dangit! Amid all the talking, we forgot to get any photos of the drive!
We arrived at the stable where the horse Derek wanted to see was boarded at about 4pm. After evaluating this registered Missouri Fox Trotter, we were less than impressed, given the asking price, so Derek and the owner were unable to come to agreement. (Derek, being a large man, looks for large Missouri Fox Trotters that have a natural gait. I help him make them into excellent trail horses.) We grabbed a hotel room for the night and began to plan for a ride the following morning.
We decided to take the trail recommendation given us by the owner of the horse we had come to see, so we headed back toward Superior, to the Picket Post Trailhead, located about three miles west of Superior.
The Picket Post Trailhead offers several options for hiking and horseback riding. We selected the loop, which is designated as the Arizona Trail #222. This is a loop of 8.4 miles, much of which is also a section of the 700 mile long Arizona Trail, which stretches from the US/Mexico border all the way to the Utah/Arizona border.
We found the signage on the trail to be somewhat confusing, as apparently someone else did.
We followed the signs for the Arizona Trail, moving in a clockwise loop, which eventually led us through Telegraph Canyon, then along a two-track ranch road, and eventually back to a true trail bearing the Arizona Trail markers, returning to the Picket Post Trailhead. You can find our track on my page on the Ramblr ap @westerntrailrider.
The USFS has graciously provided an ample parking area at the trailhead, including an area specifically designated for trailers, however, as is usually the case, the hiker parking lot can fill up quickly on weekends, after which the trailer parking area begins to fill up. I have learned by sad experience to park with my rig pointing to the exit in such a way that nobody, not even a tiny little electric car, can park in front of me. The trailhead is a little farther off the highway than I expected. You will pass a set of corrals within sight of the highway, but this is not the trailhead. Continue on the dirt road, bearing left at the first intersection. This road will dead-end at the trailhead. There is a pit toilet at the trailhead and covered picnic tables, but no other services. Bring your own water.
The Arizona Trail #222 loop is an excellent desert trail for horseback riders and hikers. No motorized (including E-bikes) traffic is allowed on the portions which are part of the Arizona Trail (all but about a mile of the loop). You should expect to encounter numerous hikers, as this is a very popular hiking destination. This is USFS land, so dispersed primitive camping is allowed. The trail follows two streams, so water for the horses and humans (if filtered) is available most of the year. This is a fairly easy trail, however in Telegraph Canyon we found a couple places where a competent trail horse was called for. Some sites rate this trail as “moderately difficult”, but we thought that was a little higher on the difficulty chart than we would place it. The terrain is rocky, so while I would recommend shoes on horses, we rode it barefoot and our horses never got tender (If you are planning more rides in the area within a couple days, however, unshod horses will definitely get ouchy). Derek and I agreed that on a difficulty scale from 1-10, this trail was about 90% a level 2 (easy) and about 10% level 5.
One caution I will definitely mention is the cactus. There are numerous varieties of cactus in this area, including the mighty and beautiful Saguaro, prickly pear, barrel cactus, and several varieties of cholla, also known as “jumping cactus.” Cholla cactus is what you have to watch out for. It has unbelievably sharp spines, of which even the lightest touch can cause a nodule to attach itself to the victim (ergo the name “jumping cactus”). The horse and/or rider not acquainted with cholla cactus can quickly escalate a simple prick to an emergency 911 situation.
If you or your horse should brush a cholla cactus and get a nodule stuck to you or it, remove the nodule by grasping the spines with a tool, such as a multitool pliars. Grabbing the spines with your fingers usually results in the nodule sticking to your fingers in a never-ending cycle. After removing the nodule, check the area and remove any remaining spines. Infection does not normally occur unless part of the spine is left beneath the skin, like a splinter. Chaps for the riders is a good idea.
One last word about trails in the Phoenix area: These are trails best visited in the cooler months of the year. During the last weekend of 2022 the weather was damp and temperatures hovered around 60 degrees F during the day. During the summer months, this area is a veritable oven, with temperatures regularly rising above 115 degrees F. Also, during the hottest months, it is likely the streams will be dry, offering no water at all.
The following day, Saturday, December 31, 2022, Derek and I decided to give the Bluff Springs Trail – Dutchman’s Trail Loop a try. I had done a couple searches on the Internet for “Equestrian Trails Superstition Mountains Apache Junction, AZ” and come up with the Bluff Springs Trail as the #1 recommended equestrian trail in the area. The Trailhead is the Peralta Trailhead, located northeast of Apache Junction, within about a half-hour of town. The loop is about 9.6 miles long. Our trail track may be found on Ramblr.com @westerntrailrider.
The official trailhead offers inadequate parking for hiker traffic, however, just south about 100 yards or so before you arrive at the official trailhead, there is a designated RV and trailer parking area large enough for several fairly large rigs. However, as stated before, this area serves as overflow for the hiker parking. You can expect both parking areas to fill up during the weekends. There is a pit toilet at the trailhead, but no other services. There are a couple of streams that cross the trails, but I expect they will be dry much of the year. They were running quite well during our visit and offered plenty of water for our horses.
At the trailhead we found a USFS Ranger, who advised us against taking the Bluff Springs Trail on horses. He said that particular trail is “not recommended for equines”. He described some of the trail and allowed that horses are not prohibited, but the Bluff Springs Trail was not recommended for them. After talking with him for a few minutes, we decided to give it a try anyway. Derek and I are both very experienced on difficult trails and felt we are capable judges of a horse’s ability to negotiate any particular trail obstacle. We assured the ranger we would dismount and walk where necessary (and we did a couple times).
Departing the Peralta Trailhead by the regular trail, about 100 yards along, we came to a trail sign where the trail diverged in three directions.
Having read that a clockwise circuit of the loop was recommended (to put the hard climb at the beginning), we selected the Bluff Springs Trail for our start (the loop returns on the Dutchman’s Trail). The Bluff Springs Trail climbs steadily for about 1.5 miles and climbs and descends several times thereafter for another 3 miles or so. In the first 1.5 miles, we decided we agree with the USFS’s position that this trail is not recommended for equines.
That is not to say that an experienced trail horse and rider team cannot negotiate this trail, but even an experienced team will find it very challenging. I will state emphatically that a horse/rider team that is not experienced in this terrain and is not in condition for a very challenging trail will not enjoy this ride in the least. It is a very difficult and challenging trail! Derek and I agreed that this trail rated about 7/8 on our difficulty scale. If you have followed any of the adventures Derek and I have had, you know our difficulty scale is a bit tougher than some other folks’ scales. Keep in mind that we did not photograph the most difficult spots, as we were busy keeping our horses upright and ourselves on top!
Bluff Trail
Having said all that, after about 3 miles, the most difficult of the obstacles were behind us and the trail was quite nice. Some of the views of this rocky and broken terrain were quite spectacular to me. Derek, on the other hand, doesn’t appreciate the desert as I do. I guess you love what you grew up with.
For the average trail horse/rider team (and that’s not meant to be derrogatory) a very enjoyable and moderately challenging ride can be made as an in-and-out of about 8-10 miles on the Dutchman’s Trail. Just go right instead of left at the first trail sign out of Peralta Trailhead. This ride will offer several moderately difficult, or as is commonly said, “technical”, spots, but most of the trail is easy, passing through some very scenic desert areas.
Dutchman’s Trail
The same cautions apply to this area as to the Picket Post area, regarding water, cactus, and heat. This is a trail for the cooler months. Horse shoes are highly recommended for this trail, although Derek and I rode it barefoot. Our horses being barefoot offered them greater traction on the rock faces and boulders in some of the more difficult sections of trail. Trail boots would help with traction, but it is likely some would be lost in the rocks. Water will be available for the horses much of the year, but will likely be dry during the hotter months. Again, this area regularly reaches above 115 degrees F during the summer months, but is wonderful during the cooler months…like December and January ; )… During the late summer and fall months, monsoon storms can be spectacular to watch, but very dangerous to be caught out in due to flash floods and lightning and temps start to reach the 100s in April or May…just sayin’…
Due to winter storms threatening Utah, Derek and I headed north immediately after our ride in the Superstitions. We made it to Page, Arizona, within sight of [what’s left of] Lake Powell. On Sunday, we made our way past Kanab before hitting rain, then snow.
Luckily, the snow petered out just north of Panguitch and we made it home in the rain, encountering snow again just a few miles short of Spanish Fork, Utah. We were glad we headed home when we did, because it snowed most of that night and all the next day.
It’s good to be home, but what a nice couple of rides we had down in Arizona while the world was covered in snow here in Utah. Derek and I are talking about making this an annual trip. We’ll see.
TH
PS. I posted a lot of photos of the trails on my Ramblr track, which are correlated with their location on the trail.
For those new to my blog, Trooper is the son of Chief, my registered Missouri Fox Trotter (now a gelding) and Calypso, a grade Rocky Mountain mare I used to own.
During 2017, I had taken Chief down to my parents’ place in Eagar, Arizona and left him. That was my means of weaning him as a 6-month old colt. He lived there while he began to mature, with my mother spoiling him with apples all the while.
During the spring of 2019, I sold a black Rocky Mountain mare I had, Calypso, to a friend in Arizona, however, things didn’t work out and Calypso was returned to my parents’ place in Eagar, Arizona . When Calypso was delivered, she was put into the same corral with Chief and a gelding. We simply weren’t thinking of Chief as a stallion yet, as he was only about 18 months old and he and Calypso had been corralled together before, when he was just a little thing. It just didn’t click with us. Well, as things played out, Chief was apparently “of age” and a breeding occurred. Oh well.
I headed down about a month later for a visit to my folks. I intended to bring both Calypso and Chief back to Utah with me, to get ready to start Chief’s training. The evening I arrived, I looked out Mom’s kitchen window out to the corral and saw Calypso acting like she was in-season and Chief showing interest! I was pretty excited and relieved to see that, because I had assumed she was already settled and in-foal. I really didn’t want her pregnant, because I had her up for sale and had a couple of interested parties! I immediately rushed out and put Calypso into a separate, but adjoining, corral, feeling much relieved at my luck. I planned to move her to a different location in the morning.
Well, imagine my surprise when I got up the next morning, looked out the kitchen window, and found them together in the same corral. They both looked very pleased with themselves and quite relaxed. I went down to the corral to discover that during the night Chief had completely destroyed the 12-foot steel gate panel that separated the corrals and had simply gone over it! That gate panel was beyond repair! Luckily, there was no damage to either horse.
After a short stay at my folks’ place, I loaded my horses up, including both Calypso and Chief, and returned to Salem, Utah. The following month I took all my horses in to see the vet for spring shots and Coggins tests. I also took the opportunity to have Calypso pregnancy tested and make an appointment for the following week to have Chief gelded. I explained the situation with Calypso to the vet and hoped that she had not settled, but, with a wry smile, the vet reported she was about 6 weeks in-foal. Oh well.
So, now I have a new life-lesson story for the young men of my acquaintance: An accidental pregnancy…and now he’s a gelding!
Well, as things turned out, I’m glad she was pregnant. It occurred to me that it would be great to see what kind of colt Chief would throw.
I am pretty sure Trooper was Calypso’s first foal, though she was about 15 years old, I think, when he was born. We had a hard time getting her to let him suckle that first day. Sometimes in an older mare those motherly instincts get a little hazy. She knew she was supposed to do something, but wasn’t sure what it was. She wanted to keep him right in front of her all the time, where she could see him. When he would try to suckle, she would turn her hindquarters away from him, so she could see him. After watching him try for several hours and seeing that he was beginning to get weak, I finally employed a couple helpers to hold Calypso in place, while I helped Trooper get to the teets and start to suckle. As soon as he started to suckle, those motherly instincts in Calypso kicked right in and she became an excellent mother.
I kept Calypso until after Trooper (named by my mother) was weaned at about four months. I then moved her on to another owner, which was the plan all along. He was raised by me from nearly the moment he was born and I became his “mother.” To this day I think he prefers my company even to that of the other horses he has been raised with. He is always the first to greet me at the gate and will leave the other to come see me whenever I show up at the pasture. Trying to get things done around the place is difficult, because Trooper is always trying to “help.”
Trooper has turned out to be just as quiet and calm as his father, Chief. I have been taking him along on trail rides since he was about four months old, so he is already an experienced trail horse. He allows me to trim his hooves without trouble and I have started his hobble training. The last time I had him out, I was doing some trail training on a client’s horse and just had him trail along. I saddled him with a pack saddle with no panniers or load, just to get him used to moving with a saddle on. On one occasion, during the ride, Trooper stepped into some downed fence wire. My riding partner alerted me that Trooper was in trouble. I looked back to see Trooper standing like a statue with one hind leg held off the ground. I could see he was tangled pretty well in the barbed wire! I immediately dismounted and headed back to get him untangled before he hurt himself (wire cuts are a major fear of all horsemen).
As it turned out, my worries were unfounded. Trooper stood as still as could be until I had extricated his hoof from the wire tangle and assured him he was fine. I was impressed by his calmness during this affair. I was even more impressed a couple hours later, when he again ran across a fence wire that was buried in a steep sidehill we descended. It wasn’t visible until we were right on it and there was no way to avoid it. Trooper came bounding carelessly down the sidehill, as youngsters are wont to do, and found himself again with a wire around his hind legs. Once again, he stopped dead and stood stock-still until I came over and moved each hind hoof over and out of the wire. Then he went on about his merry way. Teaching a horse to stop and not fight wire entangled around its feet is difficult, but this boy does it by instinct!
I have stopped taking him along on group trail rides recently, because Trooper is a bit of a brat. He just loves to get behind other horses and bite them on the back of their rear legs to tease them. Then he will stop and graze until he’s a couple hundred yards behind the group, then run past us all like his tail is on fire, bucking and farting all the while. His behavior…or misbehavior, I should say, has caused a few issues on the trail with other riders, so I don’t take him anymore.
All-in-all, Trooper acts more like a young puppy than a horse. But, he’s starting to mature physically and is a little big for rough-housing with other horses while people are riding them.
Well, Trooper turned two years old on April 4, 2022 and it’s time to start his saddle training. I have done little training with him, other than just handling his hooves and getting him used to having things on his back. I have even saddled him and put my grandkids on his back and led them around the pasture. He is as calm as a summer morning with them.
Last week I decided it was time to see what he would do if I mounted him in the training ring. I really didn’t expect much, but you never know until you give it a try. I saddled him up, put him in the round pen, and worked him a little, to get him used to paying attention to me and taking commands. He did well. Then I brought Chief into the round pen with a young lady riding him, as sort of a moral support for Trooper. I mounted Trooper and just let him wander around the round pen, following Chief. As he did so, I started giving him cues to associate with his actions, such as pulling his head to the side to ask him to turn (he was in a halter), touching or bumping his sides with the spurs to ask him to move forward, pulling back on the reins and leaning back to ask him to stop or back. He took all these things in stride and learned quickly. I worked like that for about 45 minutes, then dismounted and let him rest and sort of soak it all in.
About a half-hour later I went back into the training ring, this time without Chief’s assistance, and mounted again. He responded very well (for his first time) to my cues. He was learning to move his hind-quarters to my heel cues, to move forward, turn left and right, and to stop and back-up. He learns very quickly and offers almost no resistance.
Here’s a YouTube video of Trooper’s first training session.
I have to say I was very pleased. I am sure there will be times when he will test me and see if his will is as strong as mine, but for now, he is happy learning what I’m teaching. He has not offered to buck or run-away and he is learning quickly to respond well to my foot/heel cues and the reins.
On his second ride, I put a snaffle in his mouth fitted with a German Martingale. He gummed and tongued it for awhile, but eventually settled down and began to understand how to give to the pressure. The martingale is useful in helping him understand how to flex at the poll to relieve bit pressure. I will ride him a few more times with the snaffle/martingale combination, then will switch to a 3/4″ braided rawhide bosal hackamore for the majority of his training. The bosal is not particularly gentle, but it allows me to teach him to give to pressure and learn neck reining without having to work on his tender mouth with a bit. The hackamore in the photo below is adjusted for Chief, so it needs to be adjusted to fit Trooper before I start him in it.
The bosal works by pressure and bumping on the bridge of the nose and the lower jaws. My hackamore is fitted with a “fiador” (sometimes called a “Theodore”), which keeps the bosal hanging in the correct position. It also allows the horse to be led by the “get-down rope”, which acts as a lead rope, without allowing the bosal to pull up under the horse’s chin and off over its nose. It is also fitted with a 22′ horse-hair “mecate” (sometimes called a “McCarty”), which acts as reins and a lead rope. The mecate is useful in teaching neck-reining, as the horse feels the prickly mecate rein on his neck and learns to associate that with the pull in his nose from the opposite rein. Eventually, the horse learns that if he immediately responds to the touch of the rein on his neck, there will be no pull or bump on the nose. When the horse no longer requires a bump on the nose to ask it to perform a turn or stop, it is ready to be transitioned to a bit.
As I said before, this is just the beginning of a long period of learning for Trooper. He is already proving himself a willing pupil and I look forward to his becoming a worthy trail partner. We will start slow and increase his saddle time and mileage very gradually, building his strength and conditioning as his body matures. He won’t start getting hard miles until he is at least 3-1/2 years old and even then it will be limited. By the time he is five he will be carrying a full load and getting full mileage, alongside his sire, Chief.
I expect these two horses will be my trail partners until I have to hang my spurs on the wall and call it a good long ride.
For those who might be planning rides to Bryce Canyon National Park this year (2022), I had some erroneous information recently that private stock had been banned for the rest of 2022 until further hearings. That was incorrect.
I just got off the phone with the park service. Here is the current information re private stock. There was some sort of safety complaint by the mule ride concessionaire recently, regarding private stock use, and a move was made once again by the concessionaire to push for a ban of private stock on park trails, however the current park manager has been making every effort to keep the park open to private stock, as there has been a tremendous public push-back against a ban of private stock. The result was that the daytime use of private stock has been banned during the daytime operating hours of the concessionaire. Private stock use is now restricted to daylight hours after 5pm. All other time slots have been removed. Advance reservations are required.
Current time slots for private stock use will be every half-hour from 5pm until 7pm (so that the last group is off the trail before dark). Groups are limited to a maximum of 10 horses. Reservations must be made at least 72 hours in advance through the park service at 1-435-834-5500 (Link below).
There is a commission being formed including the NPS, Back Country Horsemen, and the concessionaire, among others, to create a new system of rules that will be reasonable and convenient for all park users, including those who wish to ride the park on private stock.
If you have been considering it, now might be a good time to join your local Back Country Horseman of America (BCHA) chapter! We are fighting a difficult battle to preserve our right to ride our horses on America’s wonderful back country trails.
Our local chapter here in Utah County is the Back Country Horsemen of Utah High-Lines and Hobbles Chapter. We meet the third Thursday evening of each month, have a monthly group ride, do service projects in cooperation with the USFS for trail maintenance, and host a number of other activities to help our members and others improve their horsemanship knowledge and skills. Come join us!
Help us keep our horse trails open!
If interested, send me an email at tony.henrie@westerntrailrider.com and I will hook you up.
This spring has been a strange one for me. Early this year, a friend and I sat down and planned out a number of major ride plans and several lesser ones as well. We scheduled things out on the calendar, so we could designate specific days for these rides and block them out, so that nothing else would inadvertently get scheduled over them, as has so often happened in the past. We scheduled a three-day trip to the Moab, Utah area, one to the Grand Canyon, one to the Wind Rivers, one to Yellowstone, and monthly day rides for our local Back Country Horsemen chapter. We were pretty excited.
Then real-life happened. Our very first trip, to the San Rafael Swell area, was downgraded from an overnighter to a day trip. We left early one morning with another rider, all loaded into my truck/trailer rig. We hadn’t even gotten out of Spanish Fork, before my truck suddenly overheated! We limped it back into town and ended up transferring our horses and tack over to our buddy’s truck/trailer and headed out…later than we had hoped.
We had a nice day ride in Buckhorn Wash, but we didn’t get as far up the canyon as we had hoped. Still, a nice trip.
Turns out my truck’s thermostat was stuck. A $15 part that took all of 5 minutes to replace.
Then our Moab trip was cancelled, due to weather concerns and other things that got in the way. However, I was able to occupy my time helping a friend purchase and tune-up a couple Missouri Fox Trotters he bought for his family. He, being a first-time horse owner, asked for my advice in helping him select the “right” horses for his family. He had found a pair in the local classified ads that he thought might be likely prospects, so I went with him to take a look.
After giving them a good “once-over”, I saddled each one and took a couple turns around the pasture. Since neither horse was registered, I had two purposes in mind: First, to make sure they would actually gait, and secondly, to see what their temperament was like and what level of training they might have. Both geldings gaited very well, showing a nice Fox Trot as well as a nice canter. Both, however, needed some mileage put on them, as neither had been handled at all for more than a year, before they would be ready for my friend and his kids. Both horses had very gentle and friendly temperaments, though, and the price was good, so I recommended he have both horses checked by a veterinarian and, barring any issues from the vet, buy both horses (they were siblings and had been pretty much raised together).
It seems I only got a photo of the older gelding, but they look pretty similar.
Based on my recommendation, Dave bought the horses and hired me to put some mileage and trail training on the youngest gelding, who was about 6 years old and still showed some “green” tendencies. During his training, I also spent time working with my friend and his sons, teaching them a little about horsemanship and working with good horses, so as to ensure both the riders and horses would enjoy each other and neither would develop any serious bad habits. After putting about 50 miles on the younger horse, I put another 50 on the older gelding, who was about 13 years old and a little steadier in his mentality, but a bit skittish from lack of handling over a long period of time. Due to spring weather along the Wasatch Front, it took me over three months to complete the training. I look forward to riding with Dave and his sons later on this summer.
During that same time frame, I helped another friend get his three wonderful mares bred to a couple Rocky Mountain stallions located north of Salt Lake City. I’m still working on that project. Two of the three mares didn’t settle from the first breeding, so we tried again and are waiting for pregnancy confirmations.
Due to all the above, my horses didn’t get all the attention I had hoped to give them, in preparation for my fifth or sixth attempt to cross the Grand Canyon. My followers will recall that last fall I was actually on the road, headed to the Grand Canyon to make my crossing, when my truck’s engine failed, thus ending my trip just as it was getting underway. So, after so many failed attempts to make this trip happen, I wasn’t too surprised when I had to cancel it again. Sadly, my partner, who was to shuttle my truck and trailer around the Grand Canyon as I rode through it, had a death in the family this past week. That sort of brings things back into focus and reminds me how much more important are our family relationships than horse trips.
I have begun to think that maybe the Good Lord just doesn’t think crossing the Grand Canyon is a good idea for me. Still, I got a very good reminder this past week, that He is mindful of me and watching out for my welfare.
Last Tuesday, I hauled the two geldings I had been training up to Heber City, Utah, and delivered them to my friend’s place. The trip includes 22 miles up and back through Provo Canyon, a winding route with a maximum speed limit of 55 miles per hour. Upon my return I was a bit rushed and hurried down the canyon to meet my daughter, who needed help moving from Provo, Utah to Morgan, Utah. I picked up my 18′ contractor’s trailer and loaded it up with all her and her husband’s belongings, and headed northward. The drive was about an hour and a half up I-15, US-89, and US-84, to Morgan, where we unloaded and I headed home in the fading light.
I had just gotten back onto US-84, headed back toward Ogden, when I noticed something bouncing down the highway alongside my truck. I couldn’t tell what it was, but I figured I must have run over a rock or something and sent it bouncing down the road. I gave it no further thought.
The following day was rainy, so I spent the day working on my computers at home. Thursday, however, showed some sunshine, so I grabbed my son-in-law and picked up a load of 8,000 pounds of hay. We hauled it to my hay storage barn and unloaded about half of it, before I had to call it quits for the day. I’m just not the man I used to be.
On Friday morning, I hitched up my 4-horse gooseneck trailer and loaded up my three horses for a trip to the vet for Coggins tests and spring shots. I hadn’t gone a mile before my truck again overheated!
The veterinarian’s office wasn’t far, so I limped it in to Benjamin, Utah to make my appointment. I was able to limp back to my pasture afterward without doing any damage to the truck’s new engine (remember the engine failure last fall? I spent $18,000 on a new engine). I got the horses unloaded and trailer unhitched and limped carefully home, where I could further diagnose the problem.
Once home, it looked like it might rain again, so I limped on over to my hay storage barn, where about fifty 80lb bales were waiting for me to finish unloading and stacking them. I got that done and went back to trying to figure out why my truck was overheating.
Now, I have been my own mechanic for more than 50 years and in all that time I have had only one thermostat failure…and that was just last month on my truck! So, having just recently replaced my thermostat, I started looking at the temperature sending unit as a possible target for replacement. So, I drove my truck back to Spanish Fork to the local NAPA auto parts store. After some conversation with the store manager, he came out with me to take a look and see if we could determine whether the new thermostat had failed or if it might be a problem with the sending unit. As he walked past the front of my truck, he pointed at my front left wheel and said, “I think I would be more concerned about that than a thermostat!”
I walked forward to see what he was talking about and saw this:
Five of the eight lug studs had broken off! My life sort of “passed before my eyes” and I suddenly remembered that “rock” that was bouncing down the road beside my truck on Tuesday evening near Morgan, Utah! Well, I very thankfully bought a new thermostat, as well as 8 new lug studs and 5 new lug nuts and again limped my way very carefully back home!
I was able to replace all the wheel studs without trouble and was back on the road this week. I replaced the thermostat, as well, have have had no further trouble with overheating.
My takeway from this incident is simply this: I think the Good Lord is not done with me yet; He has a few more things He wants to do with me before He takes me home.
With my 50 some years of mechanical experience, I have now had only two thermostat failures. The second may have saved my life, as my next trip was about 75 miles to Ogden, Utah to help a friend, which would have taken place early Saturday morning. Had that thermostat not failed, I would never have seen those broken wheel studs. I cannot explain how that wheel did not come off, as I was traveling home from Morgan at speeds in excess of 80 mph at times, pulling a trailer.
Last Friday, I drove back up to Heber City to finish up helping my friend get settled with his new horses. On the way back down Provo Canyon, I saw one of my lost lug nuts (they are extra large and not hard to see) in the median about half way down the canyon. Yesterday (Saturday), I drove up to Orem, Utah to take my grandson to his baseball game. I saw another of my lug nuts in the median on I-15 on the way (a car had run over it and it was bouncing down the highway, just like the one I saw near Morgan). It is pretty evident to me that I started losing them in Provo Canyon and lost the other 4 en route to and from Morgan. I must have driven more than 150 miles with my wheel about to fall off!
I have no explanation for how the lug nuts became loosened nor how that wheel stayed on once the studs began to break.
Like I said, I guess the Lord is not done with me yet.
I was recently contacted by a new author, who asked that I read her novel and provide a review. I was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed the story very much. The historical novel, based on the last battle of the Nez Perce American Indian tribe against the US government, was well researched and very well written. It will be released in June 2022 by Brandylane Publishers, Inc.
Here’s my review of Bone Necklace, by Julia Sullivan.
Bone Necklace is set in 1877 in the northwestern United States. It details, by way of a historical novel, the last battle of the American Indian tribes against the US government. The Nez Perce tribe, led by Chief Joseph, which had lived in relative peace and tolerance with the new white settlers, had not yet conceded to be restricted to a reservation. When trouble between the two cultures erupts, the US government begins a systematic, yet clumsy war against the entire tribe.
The story is told through the eyes of two individuals on opposite sides of the war, both of whom have great reason to hate the people of the other, yet who come to find a connection and a change of heart between themselves. It is a story of corruption, heinous crime, evil, regret, sorrow, and change. There are multiple levels of meaning embedded deep within the pages of this book. More than just a meaningful historical novel, I found it to be a powerful story of repentance, change, and redemption with a useful message for life in our world today.
The author did a masterful job researching and detailing the historical setting and content of this story, even providing photographs and historical details of some of the more important characters depicted. She was able to accurately portray the cultural settings of both the whites and the Nez Perce for the time, without falling into the current “political correctness” or revisionist history rhetoric so common in our day. In reading this story, one is able to experience the mistakes and heinous crimes committed by actors on both sides. One feels frustration with the ineptitude, arrogance, and simple antipathy exhibited by officials of the US government, yet one sees also the terrible acts committed by individuals on both sides against innocents and understands the the anguish, fear, and hate the white settlers had for the Indians tribes and the tribes for the white settlers. Sullivan was able to present both sides of the war on equal and accurate terms, telling both the bad and the good. It is a heart-wrenching story of war and suffering, yet there is beauty in it as well.
Without divulging too much of the story, which one should read for him/herself, here is an excerpt from the email I sent to the author after reading the novel:
“Dear Julia,
“I sincerely thank you for giving me the privilege of reading your historical novel. I would be interested to know how you selected me as a candidate. I’m not sure I’m qualified to offer a review worthy of publication, but I will offer my impressions.
“I think you did a masterful job setting up the story. Without the terrible atrocities described in the beginning chapters, there would have been no depth of feeling in the reader for the redemption of both Jack and Running Bird. Without understanding their suffering for the death of those they cared for, there would have been no comprehension of the forces in them that drove them to commit those terrible acts. Without seeing the suffering their acts caused in others whom they loved, there would have been no understanding in the reader of the depth of their regrets and the change coming about in their hearts. The story was beautifully constructed.
“It would have been easy for you, as the author, to fall into the common trap of simply making a story about how terrible our government treated the American Indian, but you told the other side of the story as well. It is well-documented, historically, that individuals and groups of various American Indian tribes committed appalling atrocities against innocent individuals during the American movement westward, thereby fueling the fear and hate that drove much of the US government’s actions against them, although most modern authors tend to bury that fact to expose only the atrocities committed by whites and the US Government. Viewed in a truly balanced light, it is no wonder that military leaders who were recently involved in the Civil War, were aggressive, decisive, and even heartless, in their efforts to quell another enemy of the American people. Nor is it a wonder that individuals and groups of American Indians committed similar atrocities against their enemies, as they had been doing for hundreds of years past. I found this story refreshing in that regard. There was no partisanship or “political correctness” here.
“I was surprised and pleased with the way in which you portrayed the Nez Perce characters as thinking, well-spoken individuals. As a reader I am accustomed to the common, “How. Me Spotted Horse. No speakum English putty good” sort of dialogue from Indian characters. It completely shifted my thought processes, with regard to their character and motivations, to a different paradigm as I read. This allowed me a greater field of view in the story, rather than just seeing it from the white society perspective. Well done.
“Being a horseman, the Nez Perce tribe has always been of interest to me. Bone Necklace was based on historical fact, well researched and documented. I found myself deeply involved in the story. You were able to bring into focus the atrocities that were perpetrated by men on both sides of the war, exposing the underlying hate and fear that were the impetus driving further atrocities by both the white (and hence the US government) and the Nez Perce peoples. And yet, this is not just a story about a sad part of our American history. Rather, it is a story about redemption and hope for the future. It explores the varying motivations of men; what drives them to do what they do: hate, revenge, duty, love. It reveals the deepest regrets for sins committed and the heartfelt desire to undo what cannot be undone – to change the past. It is a story about men seeing themselves for what they are and seeking to find a better way forward. The bone necklace was the perfect metaphor: a dry bone from a decayed carcass becoming something beautiful and enduring.
“Excellent, beautifully written story! Congratulations.
“Thank you again for allowing me to be among the first to read your story.
Not too long ago, I spent some time with my parents at their home in Arizona. While I was there, Dad and I had a chance to sit and reminisce about some of our rides, pack trips, and other experiences together. I got him talking about his boyhood in southern Utah and he told me about his first three horses. As soon as I got back to my room that night, I spent a few minutes writing down in my journal what he told me. I thought it might be enjoyable reading for my followers.
Dad was born and raised in Panguitch, Utah, which is the setting for the stories I am about to relate. This is taken directly from my journal entry for December 2, 2021:
This evening Dad and I sat up late talking about family history and some of his youth experiences. He told me about three horses he had as a young boy: Nick, Brownie, and Flicka. Dad has always loved horses. So have I.
When Dad was about 6 years old, or thereabouts, he and his buddy, Doug Davis, were playing in the hay loft of his Aunt Pearl’s barn (Panguitch, UT, circa 1940). They noticed an old gray horse had walked into the yard and was snatching hay from the cracks between the siding boards of the barn. He and Doug decided to catch the horse, so they went down to give it a try, thinking the horse would run away. The old horse just wanted to be fed, so they fed it. Eventually, Dad got a rope around the horse’s neck and tied it to a post. He ran across the road, to his grandpa’s house (Norm Sargent), where Dad and his family were living at the time. He told Gramp he had caught a horse and asked if he could keep it.
Gramp said, “Well, let’s go see it,” so the two of them returned to the barn yard where the horse was tied. Gramp took a long look at the horse, checking its teeth, hooves, and walking all around it. Then he told Dad, “Yes, you can keep him. I used to own this horse and he’s come home. His name is Nick.”
Dad kept Nick at Gramp and Granny’s place. He has an old photo somewhere (I’ve asked him to try to find it) of him and five other kids sitting on Nick’s back. Dad and his friends often took turns riding Nick around their block. Once, Dad and a friend were riding Nick down Main Street in Panguitch, when an older boy, who was always somewhat of a bully, stepped out of his doorway and shot a rifle at them. At the time, Dad thought it was a B-B gun, but in retrospect, he now believes it was a .22 rifle, probably loaded with .22 short ammunition, which was commonly used for killing rats. Nick jumped and tried to run away with them, but Dad was able to get him back under control and got home safely. Dad doesn’t remember seeing a wound on the horse, but he walked with a limp on a hind leg ever after.
After that incident, with Nick going lame, Gramp told Dad he had better just let the horse go and return to whoever owned it. So, that’s what they did. Years later, Dad remembers, he saw old Nick working on a local farm, pulling logs and brush for a man. He was still limping on that hind leg.
Dad’s second horse was Brownie.
One day Gramp was in another town working, when a rancher drove his cattle into town to market. He was riding a mare with a colt. He didn’t want to keep the colt, so he asked Gramp if he wanted it. Gramp, thinking about Dad, accepted the colt. He loaded it into the back seat of his 1937 Dodge and drove home to Panguitch. When he arrived, Gramp pulled Dad aside and told him, “Come see what I have for you!”
Dad raised Brownie by himself, with a little help from Gramps. He eventually broke her to ride – again, by himself at about seven or eight years of age. Being a mustang, Brownie was always ornery and hard to handle (of course, that’s from the perspective of a seven or eight year old boy), but Dad loved her.
One winter (winters in Panguitch are long and cold) his dad (my grandfather, Torild Henrie), approached Dad and explained that they just couldn’t afford to feed Brownie through the winter. She was sold to a local rancher.
During June the following year, his dad was killed in a construction accident. Dad had just turned 9 years old at the time.
Not too long after, the rancher to whom Brownie had been sold, approached Gramps and said, “Remember that mare you sold me? Well, she had a foal.” He offered the foal to Gramp, which he accepted on Dad’s behalf.
Dad went out to the fellow’s ranch, on foot I suppose, where he easily caught Brownie, who knew Dad well. He mounted Brownie and rode her back to Gramp and Granny’s place, with the young foal following. When he got there, he rode into the barn, then locked the foal inside. He then returned Brownie to her owner.
The foal was around six months old, so easily weaned. Dad said he had a tough time getting her to become friendly with him, but eventually succeeded. The 1943 movie “My Friend Flicka” had recently been released, so that is where this little filly got her name.
Dad, now at about nine or ten years old, broke and trained Flicka himself. Not knowing any better, however, he started her very young, riding her probably by the time she was a yearling. Dad believes that his riding her so early, even though he was such a small boy, may have stunted her growth a little. He remembers that she was a small horse and that her front legs seemed a bit short proportionate to her hind legs. He remembers that while she was a good horse, she was never particularly athletic.
Eventually, Flicka was sold to a local rancher, who used her to help him make the rounds on his irrigation ditches.
Dad said he had horses all through his youth and even dated on horses during his high school years. Nick, Brownie, and Flicka were his first three and they kindled in him a life-long love for horses, which I am pleased to report he passed on to me in full force.
Last week I took one of my annual winter trips to the Saint George, Utah area for some good riding among the red rocks and cedar trees. I try to make a couple trips down south each winter, because there is often as much as 30 degrees difference in daytime temperatures between there and here at home in Salem, Utah, and normally little to no snow on the ground. However, to make it worth the 4-1/2-hour drive and the fuel expense, I normally plan to stay a couple days. I usually drive down on a Thursday morning, get in a short ride that afternoon, then plan for a long ride on Friday and another short ride on Saturday. I try to return home Saturday evening, so I can attend to my religious services and family responsibilities on Sunday.
Down at St. George, I have several friends with property and horse facilities, who offer their places for my riding buddies and me to overnight. The recently finished camper in the front compartment of my horse trailer saves on lodging and is quite comfortable and convenient for these short stays.
On this trip, my Thursday evening ride was on the Red Mountain Trail, which I have ridden a number of times. It has some of the most spectacular views of all the trails I have ridden, at the head of Snow Canyon, looking down into it.
The trailhead is located about 10 miles or so north of St George, off of Route 18. Take Skyline Drive past Diamond Valley toward Veyo. The entrance to the trailhead is easy to pass, though, so watch for the sign. The trailhead has excellent parking for half-a-dozen large rigs and a pit toilet, but no other facilities.
The trail is a loop of about 7 miles and is suitable for intermediate riders or novice riders with assistance. Most of the trail is easy, however, there are several places where a little trust in the horse and confidence in the rider are needed. There is no running water on the trail, but during the winter, there are occasionally a couple water puddles where a horse can be watered. Barefoot horses will be fine. The trail is fairly easy to follow, as it receives a lot of foot and equine traffic. At the apex of the trail at the head of Snow Canyon, there are several tie posts installed where horses can be tied. This is where we normally take a snack break and take a few minutes for some good photos of the canyon. The trail continues along the canyon rim for a good distance.
Just a note of caution, there are no developed view areas and there are no guard rails or services on this trail. While none of the trail follows the rim closely, the canyon rim may be approached at a number of places, which offer very tempting photo opportunities. I know of at least one horse that was lost over the canyon rim when it spooked, falling to its death. Luckily the rider was already on the ground when it happened. This is a very deep canyon with walls that drop vertically several hundred feet from the rim. Nobody routinely monitors the trail for safety and cell service is very limited.
I enjoyed my ride, as I always do on this trail, however on that particular day, the wind was howling at about 30 mile per hour. With the air temperature already in the teens, the wind-chill factor was likely below zero. By the time I got back to the trailer the sun was setting and I was chilled to the bone. I was very glad to get to my friend’s place and get the propane heater and a hot meal going in my camper!
The following day, Craig Sorenson (my host), Jon Tanner, Dave Barnhurst and a few others arrived and we started our riding day at the Elephant Arch trailhead in the Red Cliffs Desert Reserve, located just north of Washington, Utah. Take the Washington exit off of I-15 and turn north. There are actually two trailheads about a mile apart – the Grapevine Trailhead and the Elephant Arch trailhead. The linked site will show you how to get to them.
The Elephant Arch trail is a short trail ride, only a bit over an hour, but it is quite enjoyable and scenic. A section of the trail is in the bottom of a dry wash and provides riders a stretch where they can get the horses into a nice canter if they desire. There are places in the trail that are a bit steep, but overall the trail is suitable for all levels of rider. At one point in the trail, there is a short side-canyon trail that takes one through a very short slot canyon that is narrow enough that both stirrups will rub the walls for a few yards, then you turn around and head back the same way to the main trail. Elephant Arch itself is at the end of the trial (the trail is out-and-back) and it is a little hard to see if you don’t already know where it is. On this trip I didn’t get all the way up to the end of the trail, as our riding party got split up early-on and I just turned around when we met up with the group on their return from the arch (I’ve been there before, so no big deal, but I didn’t get any photos).
Normally, when I do the Elephant Arch Trail, it is tagged onto the end of a longer ride on the Grapevine and/or Dinosaur Tracks trail. This is what I recommend for first-time visitors. The longer trail takes about four to five hours and is quite spectacular. Take a lunch and water. The trail is suitable for barefoot horses. There is one long stretch up Sand Hill Trail which will require at least a couple stops to rest the horses. Having someone along who is familiar with the trail system is helpful, but as long as you stick to marked trails, you really can’t get lost. This trail system is very popular with hikers and bicyclists, as well as horse people.
On Friday afternoon, we decided to ride in the Snow Canyon State Park. There are several trails designated as equine trails, but most of the trail system is reserved for hikers and bicyclists. One should be familiar with the designations of the various trails, so as to avoid a citation. Maps are available at the trail entrance. Parking fees or a Park Entrance Fee are applicable.
While I have ridden the Red Mountain trail a number of times, this was my first ride in the canyon itself. The trail is a fairly short in-and-out of only about three to five miles (estimated). There are two branches to the canyon floor, so we rode up and back in each. The views are very nice and the trail is pleasant. Again, barefoot horses will be fine. The trail is suitable for all levels of riders, but be prepared to encounter quite a few hikers along the trail.
The parking area at the trailhead is limited for large rigs, but there is a good turnaround. When the parking area is full, getting a long rig in and out might be problematic. There is a very nice public toilet facility and, during the warmer months, running water. If the main parking area should be full, there is another good parking area (fee area) just outside the park at the lower entrance from which horses may also access the park’s trail system.
Now for the ride that excited me most: Gunlock
After Friday’s two short rides, I was looking forward to a longer ride with fewer restrictions as to the trail rules. Gunlock State Park was the answer. I had heard about Gunlock for years, but had never ridden there. On this trip to St George, Jon Tanner had coordinated with Deja Schweitzer, who is well acquainted with the area, as a trail guide for us. I’m glad we had her along.
We met Deja at a parking pullout located just south of the reservoir, on Gunlock Road. The pullout is not a fee area, but parking is limited to the side of the road.
There are no facilities. The trail crosses a stream and also approaches the reservoir, so there is plenty of water for the horses. The trail has some rocky areas, but it suitable for barefoot horses.
Deja led us on a 10-mile loop through the western side of the park, however, the park is bordered on almost all sides by BLM land, which means literally thousands of acres of land to explore with very few restrictions or limitations. It was a great place to let my colt, Trooper, run free and get some exercise as well. The area is mostly high desert, covered by sage and cedar trees, but there are also red-rock mountains, slot canyons, and, of course, Gunlock Reservoir. I used Ramblr to track our path and it is available for download here.
I really enjoyed riding this area! While most of the trail we rode follows OHV trails, there is no restriction to off-trail riding. As my horse was barefoot, I spent a lot of time riding alongside the trail, in the softer dirt, to make it easier on my horse.
I also enjoyed doing a little rock climbing, which is much safer on a barefoot horse, to expand Chief’s experience and confidence.
Toward the end of the trail, Deja led us through a fun slot canyon about a half-mile long that was the highlight of the ride.
I am very excited to have finally ridden the Gunlock area! I think I have found a new training area and playground for my horses. I expect to return there at least once each winter, during my annual pilgrimages to the Saint George, Utah area.
Many thanks to Deja for the photos she took. I rarely get many good photos of myself and my horses on my rides and this was a real treat for me.
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