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When I was there, one of the instructors I had was Kristin Bachman.
That’s so neat that you brought this up, EiRide, because 99% of the people I tell about it have never heard of it. I also thought it was a wonderful concept, to have such a resort of this type in the USA, but also wondered how they were going to stay in busness.[/QUOTE]
Yes, she was doing one of her first years there I think when I was there, if I am remembering correctly. Which is always a question, LOL!
I had a fabulous time there. You can find XC vacation places like that in Ireland and England, without so much of the luxury I suspect, but NO ONE could be that huge and sprawling for the land available. They had so many types and places to jump.
Did you do The Mound? That giant dirt lump with all the bank combinations up and down and around the side and the skinny between the trees on the edge?? I loved that thing!
How about the water with the island in it, so you banked in, crossed and banked up on the island, banked off, crossed the water and jumped out and then went to a coop or some portable something or other?
I also got to do the Prelim bank complex, which was marvelous. We had been doing it short ways, but she sent me and one other from the group to do it long ways: go along the trees, turn, jump up onto the bank, cross it and jump a gap and up onto a higher bank, then jump off over a slanted rails for a beeeeeg (to me!) drop. I have that one on video.
I rode Fred the first half of the week, who was a chestnut Argentinian TB, and then I rode a big chestnut QH named Doc the second half of the week. He had been packing a very nice man who rode rather ham fistedly and had started stopping and running out, so since Fred and I did OK but not great they switched me over after that guy left and Doc and I hit it off very well. He just wanted a little tact. They had a super cool Anglo-Arab, and a very tall dark bay Morab who was quite handsome.
I had always hoped to return, but that was a big treat to myself during my grad school days and it was gone before I could afford to think about it again.