Friday, January 1, 2016

Giovanna, Sweet Mare



This is Giovanna. She will be 12 in August.  She is a registered 1/2 Arab/1/2 Swedish Warmblood.  I am writing to seek help with finding her a home.  This is her story, a story I can tell because I have known her since before she was born.  (I have changed any names, except Giovanna's).


Giovanna’s (Gio for short) beginnings had great promise.    A woman (I don’t remember her name, so I’ll call her Beth), leased a mare, we'll call her Bea, from a friend of mine.  Bea was a Swedish Warmblood, former 3-Day eventing and cross country jumping horse. Bea was retired after a major jumping accident, and my friend had given her a home for her retirement.   
Gio's dam. The only known picture of her.

Gio's sire.  Gorgeous for sure.
 Beth leased Bea in order to breed her to a black Arabian stallion, who I'll call Ohm.  Beth had taken lessons from Ohm’s owner, and wanted one of his foals.  This foal would be stamped with Ohm’s black coat, white star, and great mind and athleticism.  The foal would also be stamped with Bea’s sweet disposition and kindness. 
 

It was a difficult conception, and it would prove to be Bea’s last foal.   When Gio was born, everything seemed good, except Bea was not doing well.   I don’t remember what was wrong with her, but the decision was made to ween Gio at about 4 months, which made sense, because Gio was a thriving, strong filly..  (Sadly, Bea died from colic later).   
 

 After weening, Gio went to live with Beth, which meant living in a pasture with a herd of mules and a barbed wire fence.  She did not thrive there.   Instead, she frequently injured herself on the fencing, and was malnourished.  The only reason I know this is because she would occasionally return to her sire’s farm to recover from  injuries.   I saw Gio when I would visit the farm with my friend.  


The year Gio turned 3, Beth left Gio at her sire’s farm to recover from the latest injury, but she did not come to get Gio again.    Evidently Beth was going through some hard times, and was not able to care for Gio (the last 2  years certainly reinforced this).  When I saw Gio, I was shocked at how small she was. She was about 14.1,  Gio’s sire is 15.2 hands, and Bea was 16.3 hands.  Today, at 11 years, Gio stands  barely14.3 hands.       

 
I told Ohm’s owner I wanted to give Gio a home.  After a month, Beth agreed, and I bought Gio for $800.  A horse worth thousands of dollars, now selling for $800. Unheard of.  I took home a 3 year old mare with great promise.    I hoped she would be my dressage horse, and a horse I would enjoy learning from and with for many years.  I figured all she needed was consistent feeding and care, and she’d blossom into her genetic potential.

Start of a new chapter.... Winter
 If that was the case, I wouldn’t be writing and sharing her story.  Whether it was undernourishment or her conformation fault of being too upright or straight in her hind legs, or the combination of the two, she was plagued with issues in her back legs and back.  She would be going well for a while in her training on the ground, and then she’d get a sore back and not want to work.  Vets and chiropractors could not identify what was wrong.  She would get adjustments, go well for a while, then hurt again.  She moved to Idaho with me for graduate school, then back to California.  We had periods of time where I'd start her under saddle, we'd get a few rides in, and then she would be hurt. 

Running on pasture, Idaho.
 Finally, a vet in California noticed something and asked me to walk her up and down a hill. He diagnosed her with “locking stifles” which means the tendon that holds her knee cap in place, (which is able to slide into place and lock the leg so she can sleep while standing up,) will slip and lock her leg while she is moving. This can cause a lot of problems, as it was causing for Gio.  Locking stifles can be cause by many things, most notably a straight conformation in the hind legs.

 
The vet recommended exercises to strengthen her hind legs.    These did not help, so she went on to have surgery in which the vet used a laser to make tiny cuts in the tendon.  When the tendon healed, the scar tissue would thicken the tendon so it wouldn’t slip.  This was the late summer of 2011.  It did work for about a year. I slowly brought her along, and enjoyed really getting her started under saddle, even trotting.  She was a dream under saddle, so willing and such a pretty mover.  She was definitely her sire and dam’s daughter. 
 

Unfortunately, she gradually regressed, worse than before the surgery.   I tried different hoof trims, more exercises, supplements, chiropractic.   A vet recommended putting her on a hill so she had to walk up and down. Did that for a year.  No change.  At this time, she is not safe to ride because she half falls down when her stifles lock. I continue with ground work and strengthening, but she seems to be losing muscles instead of gaining.   It is mysterious.    Through it all, she is sweet, happy, enjoying her life.   And she gets so mad when her stifles lock. She stomps her feet, snorts, and will rear and buck after she recovers.  No lack of spirit here!


 We are nine years down this road, trying to find a way for her to be sound. Now living in Washington state. Her current vet and chiropractor feels there is hope, with physical therapy, chiropractic work, and potentially surgery or blistering.  However, I have come to the decision that I can not finance her rehabilitation any longer.  After nine years, I am at the end.   I did not get Gio in order to learn how to be a physical therapist or chiropractor, and I certainly did not think I was "rescuing" a horse who needed extensive rehabilitation.   
 

I have given myself until June to find her a home.  I would never take her to auction.  I am worried about selling her because I fear she would end up in the hands of a backyard breeder some day.  She is so pretty and sweet, and she has good bloodlines, so I can easily see how someone would want to breed her. However, with her conformation issues, she should never be bred.  It is possible she could be reliably sound, but after 9 years I am very doubtful.  But she could be a companion, a friend, a source of love and visual beauty….

 
My hope is that there is someone out there who would be a good match for Gio.  A vet student who wants the challenge of solving Gio’s soundness.   Someone who no longer rides but loves spending time with a horse.   Someone with a herd of retired horses who can fit another in.    Someone who loves the Arabian. Someone who wants a horse for a therapy program (Gio loves to be with people).  Someone who knows physical therapy or chiropractic work and wants to work with Gio.    Someone.

For the last four years, I have boarded Gio, at $350 a month, plus her chiropractic and vet bills, supplements, and other costs. An average of about $5000 a year. It is too much for me now.  If I owned property and could just turn her out with a herd, I would not think of letting her go.   I am heart sick about how things have turned out for her.  I wish I could have fixed what happened to her, and given her the life of movement she should have had.  But after 9 years, I am admitting defeat, and trying to find her a good home.

Please help her. Share her story.  If you have ideas, let me know.  I will keep working with her, continue to do the therapy and chiropractic work until I find her someone.

Thank you,
Emily Gibson
234 N. Garrison Rd, Vancouver, Wa 98664
707-834-8165


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy Valentine's Day, 2015!







Our Love, Like a Bike…..



Where our bikes go, so too our hearts.

Where our bikes are, so is our home.

Where our bikes live, so will we.



Like the fluidity of riding a bike, is our dance together.

Like the grace of flying downhill, is our love.

Like the smooth shifting of gears, is our working together.



As two wheels turn in the same direction, that is our merging life.

As the handlebars choose the path, that is our will and intention.

As pedals provide propulsion, that is our enthusiastic, tantalizing affection.



-Emily, Valentine’s Day, 2015




Saturday, November 15, 2014

Gear Heads and Loose Links: The Ukiah Bicycle Kitchen


Jay working on the Terry bike at the UBK
I've loved bikes since I was a kid. I remember my Bridgestone, the bike of my adolescence.  I rode that bike everywhere.  Almost daily, I rode to Patrick's Point and back. I would cruise through the roads of the park, sometimes locking my bike at the top of the stairs and running down to Agate Beach and back.  I delighted to catch up with touring cyclists and talk with them about their adventures.     Long I have dreamed of having my own cycling adventures, beyond mere day trips. Soon, in the next couple years, I will be writing blog posts for our cross-country tour....

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1983, Emily and Bridgestone Sirius

After Bridgestone, I had a grey Shogun, which was an actual touring bike. Shogun met an untimely end coming down the hill into Ferndale.  The year was 1992, and Shogun's demise led to the Red Trek 1100 road bike, which is still my bike.  I can't fathom the number of miles I've put on Trek over the years.  Still going strong, Trek is a great commuter bike for this hammer head.  However, for real touring, I need to upgrade.   I've been dreaming of a Bruce Gordon bike.  These are the bikes that cyclists ride across the steppes of Asia and the savannahs of Africa on, because they can be repaired anywhere with simple tools.  What I'd like to get is the Rock & Road Tour bike, but the custom one, which is built just for me, my measurements, my quirky unique body.  I'll be saving for a while!  

Trek, at the end of the 60-mile Tour of the Unknown Coast in Humboldt, 2012.

Meanwhile, I'm putting a lot of regular miles on Trek.   Recently, I booked it from the horses, up by Mendocino lake, to my ESL class, at the Temple of Ten-thousand Buddhas.   A bit over 9 miles, in traffic, in 39:33.  Not a scorching time, but boy was that fun!  Map here.  I had budgeted 45 minutes, so I was stoked.  

In Ukiah, there is the Ukiah Bicycle Kitchen- the UBK. This is where people cook up bikes.  :)  A place where everyone can go to get help with maintaining their bicycles.  I connected with them through Jay, and the regular work sessions have been such a treat. I get to work on bikes with other people who like to work on bikes. Win!   People donate bicycles to the UBK, and we fix them up to sell, thus raising money to purchase more tools for the kitchen to use.  Besides the work sessions, the UBK is at most Farmer's Markets on Saturdays in Ukiah, where you'll see people young and old bring their bikes with issues. They roll away, smiling again.

At the work sessions,  Jay and I spent many hours working on the infamous "Rose Schwinn" which needed most everything replaced.  It was a beauty of a bike, though, with matching fenders. Many times, during the course of our rehab, we'd wonder if it was worth it. The odd wheel size that needed the odd tire size... the internal rear hub that needed an overhaul... Then everyone would gather around, oogle at its pretty frame, and dig in again. Andrew was so diligent about tracking down parts.  When it was all done, it was one of the first bikes to go at the end of summer sale. 


The Rose Schwinn, ready for sale.
Emily and Jay work on the Rose Schwinn.
More recently, I've been rehabbing a Univega. Started out with new cables for brakes and shifters, new handlebars, then a new chain, but first the freewheel had to be cleaned, and then the derailers, and then the wheel hubs needed to be repacked.   It was then that the bottom bracket seemed rather sticky, and dismantling it revealed big pits in the races, as well as a bent spindle. So, Andrew ordered the bottom bracket after I took measurements and found it in the catalog.  When it arrived, I got to use the torque wrench when putting it back together! So cool.
 
Emily discovers the torque wrench!
 After it was all back in one piece, a trial ride revealed some weirdness with the front forks.  The handlebars were wonky. 

Devin test-drives the Univega.  "Steering feels like a gyroscope!"  Hence the dismantling of the headset.

Pico and Devin took the stem apart, and when I went to put it back together, I noticed a lot of rust and hardened grease on the stem and wedge nut. So I took the whole headset apart, cleaned it, and put it together. Like silk it is!   The only thing the bike needs now is a new seat post and it is good to roll. 

Univega, waiting for a seat post....

Every two weeks or so, I get to head to the UBK, put on a pair of blue gloves, and become a grease monkey for a few hours and hang out with a bunch of bike nuts (the metal kind as well as the human kind). Pretty cool.  

Andrew works with UBK interns at the Farmer's Market.
Pico and Devin working on bikes.
Emily explaining some bike mechanical issue to Pico....

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Beauty in Belize

It's been over a week since I returned from Belize. I am now able to contemplate some of the beauty and wonder I found in Belize, though I am not yet ready to process and share the darker side. It's percolating in a post about the Unseen. 

Entrance of Cahal Pech Resort.
At the hotel where we were staying, the Cahal Pech Resort, flowers abounded.  Here is a photo collage of some of the best beautiful images.....


In the morning, the trees would drop coconuts.  Here's one, looking like a fuzzy flower.

Hibiscus

Fragrant fragrant flower.



Hibiscus flower
Ginger Flower.


Branch of bananas with flower at end.

A banana flower!
View of San Ignacio from our cabin.


The teredactyl sprays water into the pool during the hot months.  Right now it just looks like it is smoking a cigarette!

Everywhere, people use Y branches to make fences, screens, and coverings. 


Plumeria



View at sunset. Surreally beautiful.