Monday, 25 September 2023

A Visit to the Equestrian Competitions at Spruce Meadows, Calgary (Sep 2023)

 A Visit to the Equestrian Competitions at Spruce Meadows, Calgary (Sep 2023)

What follows is an account of a visit to Spruce Meadows in Calgary, to watch the World Equestrian Championships. That’s the sport where people ride horses that jump over walls and fences. I visited it with my wife and a friend, Lynn, who lives in Calgary.

Lynn had suggested earlier that we should go to Spruce Meadows Equestrian Center, to watch the big international competition that they hold in September. As a long-timer horse-racing aficionado, I thought it would be interesting to watch one of these events live. Plus, I thought if might be the only opportunity I would ever have to do this, so it seemed like an excellent suggestion. So off we went.

As many readers may know, these events involve the close cooperation of rider and horse, as they navigate a course that contains as series of challenging jumps. While doing this, the partnership, as it is called, is also timed, with the winner being decided on the basis of a combination of lowest time and fewest faults (i.e. knocking down one or more rails on the jumping obstacle). The horse’s form doesn’t seem to matter, though you could usually tell a confident and capable horse by its behaviour and comportment. At any rate, that’s how it looked to me.

This particular venue holds a variety of events throughout the year, mostly horse related, but recently it has also hosted a local soccer club. It is a large campus-type environment of many hundreds of acres, with several different outdoor arenas for competitions, as well as some indoor facilities for shows and competitions. There are, of course, facilities for stabling horses. Well-tended green spaces abound, to walk about in and relax. In addition, numerous buildings are located on the grounds, that are used as sales pavilions, art galleries and food service areas. On occasions such as this one, many tents have been erected to provide food services, generally with an international flavor, to complement the international competition.


Basically, it is quite a beautiful place, built for an upper-class activity, which is what show-jumping really is. After all, historically, the concept of “the equestrian class” meant much more than owning horses. It is quite different from the Damon Runyon-esque looks and atmosphere of the typical thoroughbred race-track, of which I am more familiar.

The place was actually the brainchild of the Southern family, a very successful local dynasty. They started off in the business of building, selling and/or leasing job office trailers and the like. Around Alberta, these are commonly known as ATCO trailers, though I don’t know if that terminology is widespread across the country. They could be seen anywhere now; construction sites, mine-sites, or anywhere that temporary housing and work-spaces are needed. This activity turned out to be very lucrative, so they branched out into many other businesses, often ones with connections to the oil industry. The family eventually became rich enough to build and develop Spruce Meadows, a commendable legacy.

As it turned out, today was Seniors Day, so we got in free. There were a number of people employed to shepherd the cars into parking lots, some of which were grass “overflow” lots. It was all very efficient and orderly, an indication of how the equestrian class lives, I suppose.

The normal entry fee is quite nominal anyway, at only $5 per person, at least this early in the four-day meet. The people at the “gate” (it was just some people sitting on chairs) near the entrance waved us through without showing I.D.. Technically, this was a bit fraudulent on my part, as I was still a few weeks from qualifying, by conventional standards. The “girls” that I was with were legit, though.

After a bit of wandering about, we ended up in the ATCO arena, where a competition was underway. We watched about 10 or 15 horse-rider partnerships go through their competitive paces. It was interesting to observe, more-so than I had expected. The jumping was very impressive, as was the ridership. And, needless to say, these were very high-class and expensive horses. I suspect that most of the human participants were also upper-class, as this would be a very expensive activity to become involved with.


As noted previously, scoring consists of a combination of faults and timing. If a horse knocks down a rail or puts a hoof on a white border at a water jump, it is given 4 faults. Similarly for a horse’s first disobedience (e.g. refusing a jump). A second disobedience results in elimination. If a rider falls, that is 8 points. If both rider and horse fall, they are out of the competition. If they exceed the time limit for the competition, they are eliminated. Every second above the fastest time results in 1 fault. The partnership with the lowest score wins the competition. There may be other subtleties, of which I am not aware.

The human competitors (and presumably the horses as well) were from various nations, particularly from within Europe and North America. But there were also competitors from Australia and Egypt. There may have been others.

The competitions that we watched (we saw two different events during the day) consisted of about 10 or 12 fences, gates, or walls for the horse and rider to clear. The rails are loosely attached to the obstacles, so the horse isn’t hurt if it knocks a rail down. That said, I am sure that a human who knocked down a similar rail with his shin while jumping over it would disagree about it not hurting. I’m pretty sure I’d say “ouch!”.


The jumps were of varying construction or appearance, some having gaps between rails and some being more wall-like in appearance. The latter are not actually made of brick but rather foam blocks that are meant to resemble a solid surface. The obstacles are sometimes single and sometimes placed in tandem, as many as three closely spaced. The overall impression both gives variety to the spectators and presents different challenges to the horse and rider.

Presumably the solid-looking walls must test the horse’s nerve, while the combination jumps must test its strength and endurance. I did notice that in one competition, a series of 3 jumps were closely spaced right at the end of the course. Horses seemed to have a fair bit of trouble with this, as many that had cleared all the previous jumps knocked down rails at the end. I suspect that the horse was pretty tired after doing the initial jumps and many just didn’t have enough energy left to clear these final obstacles.

When I compare show-jumping to horse racing, there are some similarities and many differences:

  • In the former times are important, in the latter times are everything. The former is a somewhat genteel one-horse-at-a-time competition, with results compared later to determine the winner. The latter is a head-to-head match, with lots of strategy, bumping, jostling and flat-out speed. Show-jumping horses are rather elegant looking and acting; race horses are very attractive as well, but perhaps have a sharper and meaner look.

  • I noticed quite a few grey and white horses in the show-jumping, seemingly at a much greater proportion than one would see at the racetrack. However, that may have just been an effect of seeing a small sample of horses on one day at Spruce Meadows, compared to a much larger sample at the races, over a period of years.

  • As for the riders, show-jumping seems more like a hobby (though a very serious hobby), while horse-racing is a very serious business for the jockey. Equestrian riders (the human half of the partnership) generally appear to be rather statuesque and ride quite upright, when not while they are in the midst of a jump. Horse-race jockeys are almost always short, don’t weight much and ride hunched up, usually well up on the horse, sometimes off the saddle, seeming to almost to be riding on the horse’s neck (though obviously they aren’t really doing that).

  • As for the crowd, the show-jumping crowd seemed to be very middle or upper-middle class. Lynn is a teacher, Helena a writer and I am a data scientist, so we fit in reasonably well. That’s not a grouping that you would usually find at a racetrack (though you might, as there is a lot of diversity at the track, from princes to pikers).

  • There can be a fair bit of money at stake for both – the top prize at Spruce Meadows was 150 thousand, while a top horse race is usually good for much more (the winner of the Kentucky Derby is good for nearly 2 million).

  • Last, but certainly not least, is the matter of betting. To the best of my knowledge there is no betting allowed betting on show-jumping (well, maybe some bookies take action in London). Spectators are mostly there to watch, because they love horses. At the races, spectators are mostly there to bet, though they often appreciate the beauty and mystique of horses, especially those horses that have paid off at long odds.

Besides, the horse jumping, we explored some of the other attractions on the site. There were a lot of food vendors, though we didn’t eat much, as we had eaten a rather substantial breakfast before leaving the house. As with any fair, food and drink were expensive (e.g. $4.50 for a half-litre of water).

There were also some buildings with artwork, primarily of a western, natural landscape and/or horse-related theme. Those were also quite pricey; Lynn was drawn to a work that was going for $1500, before negotiations. It was a very nice picture of horses in a mountain meadow. She said it reminded her of a place that she had rode horses in. The artist said that it was based on a real scene, though it sounded like the location was not the same as the one that Lynn had in mind.

We also caught a show of something called “horse vaulting”. The show wasn’t a competition, but rather a demonstration, to introduce the crowd to the sport.

This is an activity where young girls (as young as 5) and young women (usually teens) do gymnastics types of moves on a horse’s back while it is moving, either walking or cantering in a circle. The horse is on a lead, with an adult woman controlling it. So, in that sense, it isn’t “trick riding”, where the horse is not on a lead. (Note that the photo is from google images, as I didn’t actually get a photo during the presentation myself, but it is quite similar to the actual show).


In this case, the girls put a couple of horses through their paces, doing a number of acrobatic/gymnastic moves while on the horse’s back. They had a sort of upside-down stirrup on the horses saddle, which they could use as hand-holds while performing these moves. In a way, it reminded one of the pommel-horse routines one might see in the Olympics, but with a real horse instead of a pommel horse. Though in this case, the moves were more about grace and elegance than about strength, as would be the case for the pommel horse (mostly men do this sport).

One had to be impressed by the young girls and teenagers. The performances obviously required a great deal of balance as well as agility and confidence. Clearly, they trained very diligently to learn these routines. There were three very young girls (elementary school age) and three teenagers (junior high or early senior high). The older girls often helped the young ones to get on the horses, boosting them so they could get up on the horse’s back as it moved in the circular path. They also did some team-type routines, where more than one person was on the horse at the same time. Obviously they all had a lot of trust in each other, and in the adult woman who was the coach and horse controller. She also kept up a running spiel as they performed, explaining what was going on.

Full marks to the horses, as well, who never missed a step or seemed to be anything other than well under control. There were two horses, one rather large and one somewhat smaller. They both provided stable platforms for the girls, with nobody falling or hurt in any way. I did notice one young woman rider seem to slip for a fraction of a second, but recovered very quickly.

Watching this reminded Helena of when she was young, in Finland where she was born. They had a horse on the family farm (work-horse), though she didn’t ride herself. Her older brothers did, whenever they got a chance. She said the horse didn’t seem to mind, in fact seemed to enjoy it. They had picked up the horse from a relative, who hadn’t treated it well. She said it seemed to revel in the new family, who treated it well.

At one point, when she was a toddler she and her brothers were on a wagon that the horse was pulling, her father driving the wagon. The wagon stopped for a moment, and she fell off, managing to get her head directly in the path of a wheel, that could do a great of damage, were the wagon to start off again. The horse was usually skittish, and not one to remain stationary. But on this one occasion, her father told the horse to stay still, and it did, giving him time to retrieve his daughter.

Lynn mentioned that she had been riding since she was about 11 years of age. She didn’t have any harrowing stories from childhood, but had fallen more recently and been injured, so she hadn’t been riding for a while. She was still thinking it over, whether to get back on the horse or give it up.

As for me, I have only ridden a few times, most recently in my late teens or early 20s, which was a long time ago. I like horses, but from a distance, especially at at racetrack.

On the way to the parking lot, a volunteer in an open-top shuttle stopped and offered us a lift. I started to say “no thanks”, but Lynn countermanded that and said “sure”. I suppose my female companions looked a bit tired by then (certainly not me!).

We took the ride, as the parking lot was quite a ways away. Again, I felt like a fraud, as I had at the entrance, as I wasn’t very tired myself. I mentioned that to the shuttle driver, as we exited. She just laughed, waved and drove away.


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A Ride on the Kettle Valley Rail Trail

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The Kettle Valley Rail Trail is one of the longest and most scenic biking and hiking trails in Canada. It covers a good stretch of the south-central interior of British Columbia, about 600 kilometers of scenic countryside. British Columbia is one of the most beautiful areas of Canada, which is itself a beautiful country, ideal for those who appreciate natural splendour and achievable adventure in the great outdoors.

The trail passes through a great variety of geographical and geological regions, from mountains to valleys, along scenic lakes and rivers, to dry near-desert condition grasslands. It often features towering canyons, spanned by a combination of high trestle bridges and long tunnels, as it passes through wild, unpopulated country. At other times, it remains quite low, in populated valleys, alongside spectacular water features such as beautiful Lake Okanagan, an area that is home to hundreds of vineyards, as well as other civilized comforts.

The trail is a nice test of one’s physical fitness, as well as one’s wits and adaptability, as much of it does travel through true wilderness. The views are spectacular, the wildlife is plentiful and the people are friendly. What more could one ask for?
What follows is a journal of two summers of adventure, biking most of the trail in the late 1990s. It is about 33,000 words in length (2 to 3 hours reading), and contains numerous photographs of the trail. There are also sections containing a brief history of the trail, geology, flora and fauna, and associated information.

After reading this account, you should have a good sense of whether the trail is right for you. If you do decide to ride the trail, it will be an experience you will never forget.



Friday, 1 September 2023

A Weekend Camping Trip to Long Lake Provincial Park

A Weekend Camping Trip to Long Lake Provincial Park

Sept 1998

A visit to a provincial park can be a nice experience, ranging from a day-trip, a weekend get-away or a multi-week stay. Alberta has a great variety of land-forms, geological regions, climatic zones, and most other geographical categorization that you might think of (well, no coastlines). There are many provincial parks, scattered around the province.


When many people think of Alberta parks, they think of the mountain parks, such as Jasper, Banff and Kananaskis. But there are plenty of other interesting spots, throughout the province. Long Lake Provincial Park, in north-eastern Alberta is one of them. So, here’s an account of a weekend visit.

The park was about a 2 hour drive north-north-east of Edmonton, via Highway 28 or 28A, then Highway 831. Both are decently paved roads, the former being mult-lane near the city. The scenery in the area is pleasant. This is rolling parkland, getting into some larger hills etc. Much of the area is under cultivation, the remainder being primarily aspen forest.

My friend (Brent) and I visited this provincial park on the weekend of Saturday, September 12, 1998 and Sunday September 13, 1998. We camped in tents on the Saturday night. The weather was perfect for mid-September; in the low to mid twenties Celsius, with mostly clear blue skies.

The park is well serviced, with concessions, boat rentals (canoes, water bicycles, small motorboats, jet-skis), bike rentals, showers, a nearby store, campsites (powered and non-powered), laundry, etc.. A 9-hole golf course is also located near the park. Also, there was a trail-riding (horseback) place near the entrance to the park. For winter visits, there is a nearby ski hill, cross-country trails and snowmobiling (which is confined to the frozen lake surface). That was the situation many years ago, and a quick review of their website indicates that this is still largely true.

The availability of canoes was one of the main reasons for choosing this particular park. That turned out to be an interesting choice, as will be related a bit further on in the story. 


 

After arriving at the park and setting up our tents, we went for a hike. There was a trail which went along the shore of the lake for a couple of kilometers, as well as a hiking and cross-country skiing trail of about 5 km out and back that went through a hilly area, ending up on an isolated shore of the lake.

On the hike back from the lake, we came upon a doe and two fawns along the roadside. The mother was very protective and assertive, staring us down and drawing herself up to her full height, making herself look bigger. She approached us slowly, but only got about five or ten meters closer. We made sure not to approach any nearer than 50 meters or so.

After a while, the fawns took notice of the situation and crossed the road into the woods on the other side. The mother followed quickly. The entire encounter probably lasted a couple of minutes, which seemed like quite a while for a deer sighting. It was somewhat reminiscent of being attacked by a mother Ruffed Grouse at Pukaskwa National Park, on the north shore of Lake Superior, earlier in the summer. The maternal instinct was certainly aroused, on both occasions. I think a protective mother deer would be a considerably greater problem than the grouse was, though. Which is not to say that a grouse suddenly flying up into your face isn’t exciting.

We had noticed a lot of animal tracks on the hiking trail. Brent had asked me what I thought they were, as I had recently purchased a book on the subject. I had guessed a deer with some young, so it was nice to see my tracking deduction confirmed.

Being early in the fall, there were a lot of ducks around. They were very unperturbed by the presence of people and could be approached quite closely along the shoreline. In fact, some people were feeding them. One fellow remarked that they must not know that it would be duck hunting season soon. I replied “Perhaps they do know. Perhaps that’s why they like the park so much.”

We dined on campfire hotdogs and beans cooked on the little propane hiking stove. We also drank a dozen beers or so (between us), chatted and star gazed. The Milky Way was visible, and Jupiter was extremely bright. The moon was also nearly full, so the night was well lit inside the tents. There is nothing quite like a dark sky, far from the city lights.

With separate tents, we both slept well. Sharing a tent did not work out very well during our 1996 Kettle Valley biking trip, when Brent finally gave up and slept in the car. He reported that he generally has had trouble sleeping in a tent, so getting a good night’s sleep in the tent was a bit of a breakthrough for him.

The night was quite warm for September, although we both had an extra blanket as well as the sleeping bags, so we were well insulated from the cold. The great advantage of car camping as opposed to self contained long distance hiking or biking is in the extra supplies one can afford to bring along.

Brent got up early, about 7:00 a.m., and started a fire while I slept in until 8:30 or so. He used some dead-fall around the campsite, which had desiccated leaves attached. They went up nicely.

After I got up we had some coffee and another box of macaroni. I tried out the showers, which were located quite a distance from the campsites, about 2 kilometers up the road from the day area. We were informed that this was necessary to insure that the water from the showers didn’t eventually find its way into the lake, due to the drainage in the area. The shower cost a dollar (coin operated), but it gave one ample time, so that was was not an unreasonable price to pay.

After that, we packed up the camp and went to look for a canoe to rent. They had white tandem canoes, fibreglass I think. The paddles were not of as good a quality as the ones that another friend and I had used in Ontario (White Lake Provincial Park) earlier in the year, but were adequate to the task. One had a chunk out of it in the blade, appearing as if a fearsome lake creature had taken a bite out of it.

It was a nice warm day, but a bit breezy. We didn’t realize how windy it was until we had got quite a distance out on the lake. The wakes of some motorboats that were on the lake also helped to disguise the fact that the lake was getting quite choppy.

We had planned to paddle over to where we had hiked the day before, a distance of probably 2 or 3 kilometers. We were really flying along, when I looked behind myself (I was paddling stern) and noticed that the waves were starting to pile up. I suggested that we ought to head back, as it might be quite a struggle against the waves, and therefore might take quite some time.

We turned towards the middle of the lake rather than towards the shore when we made our U-turn. This was probably a mistake, as suddenly we were far out in the middle of the lake with some serious swells to contend with. The waves had whitecaps on them now, and were probably approaching a good two feet in amplitude. During the turning maneuver, when we were parallel to the waves (beam seas, the sailors say), it got a bit scary, as the waves were nearly swamping the canoe, and pitching us quite badly. But we dug in hard, and completed the turn so that we were headed directly into the waves. At that point some water was getting into the boat, but not too much.

We decided to head closer to shore, for security and to get some protection from the waves, so we began to quarter into the waves. Later reading of my canoeing book indicated that this was probably the best thing that we could have done in the situation. Brent did an admirable job of making sure that the wind and waves didn’t catch the canoe and turn us parallel to the waves, which would have been quite hazardous under the conditions. At appropriate times, I pitched in with a power stern sweep to make sure that waves didn’t overwhelm us. I wasn’t all that impressed with the quality of the personal flotation devices we had been provided with, and certainly didn’t want to test them in action, particularly in September waters, which were rather chilly.

Neither of us panicked, so with some hard paddling we managed to avoid capsizing, and eventually made some headway against the waves. Noting a reference tree on the shoreline, I calculated that we were only just holding our own during the worst of the wind and waves. When the wind and waves settled down, we made painfully slow progress, perhaps a few meters per minute.

Eventually the waves died down enough for us to get nearer to the shore, where the situation was much more manageable. After that we attempted to stay no more than twenty meters from the shore. There were no significant hazards along the shoreline, such as rocks, so this was not a problem. There were some submerged tree limbs and shore weeds to avoid, however.

After about 90 minutes we made it back to our put-in. The outbound journey had probably been no more than 15 minutes. It was a good experience, seeing how some fairly serious waves could pose problems. Brent did an excellent job of paddling bow I thought; he seemed to have a knack for it, though he hadn’t actually did any canoeing since he was a teenager. It probably helped that I had had the two days canoeing earlier in the summer with Marvin, and had some idea of what to do.

We agreed to exaggerate our plight and claim that the waves were nearly four feet high, during any future telling of the story. When Brent talked to his brother on the phone, who had some canoeing experience, he laughed at the claim. I suspected that we were overdoing it. Still, I don’t doubt that they were 18 to 24 inches at the worst of it.

It was actually rather fortunate that we didn’t have more problems with the waves, as Brent had two fingers of his left hand in a (flexible) cast, after breaking them some months before in a fall from his bike. As it turned out, the paddling was good therapy.

After our near-catastrophic canoeing episode, we got in the car, which was already loaded up, and headed for home.

All in all, it was a good trip for a quick weekend outing, and the park held some promise for a return visit (which I must do soon). It would be nice to go out there during the weekdays, when there might not be as many motorboats around. It would also be interesting to take bikes, as there were a lot of lightly trafficked country roads in the area. With the golf course and the horseback riding, it would not be difficult to spend an enjoyable week or so.

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