Club Stuff

Musings from Karin   

Less than one month to go and our GCER endurance ride is fast approaching. Cherryl sent an email to club members and hopefully the response has been as positive as in years past.

This is the club’s biggest event and its primary purpose, so please jump on board and be a part of a fun and rewarding weekend.

Cherryl and others have been busy scouting trails for the ride. There are usually changes that are necessary and each year brings a new set of challenges for our ride manager. Private property issues and logging concerns have necessitated some re-routes, but the ride and the trail will be as fun and challenging as ever.  Thanks in advance for all the support you give to this ride.

The weekend of the 10th, 11th and 12th was the Western States Horse Expo. I had not been for 5 years so I was totally surprised at the sheer size of this event. I really think you could spend two days here and still not experience everything. There are clinics every hour hosted by the likes of John Lyons and Chris Cox et al. The vendors filled 5 buildings. Trailers, motor homes, campers, barns and farm equipment packed the outside lots. This is why horse people have no money…there are too many must haves and lots of opportunities to purchase the items you and your horse cannot live without! The show Saturday night was exciting and entertaining. One event highlighted three riders who did about 10 minutes of trick riding that was absolutely riveting. Of course, most of the stunts we saw, I have personally performed, just never on purpose. Pete was particularly fascinated that at least 2 riders reared their mounts and not one required a helicopter ride out. If you haven’t been in awhile, plan to attend next year. It’s worth the admission price of $15.00.

See you at the meeting and at the ride.

Karin Occhialini

Club Dues:

• Dues for 2005:  Single = $15   Family = $25
• Jon Saunders will collect at the meeting, 
  or they can be mailed to the club PO box: 
  P.O. Box 3412
  Auburn, CA 95604.  

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Stories

My First Multi-Day
Dionne Wallace

Last year I decided I wanted to try doing a multi-day ride. In 2004 I entered two of the three days at Wild West. My thought was to do two days in 2004 and work up to three days in 2005. Last year at the lunch stop on Day One when I realized that I had hurt my back badly enough to pull, doing two days was not going to be an option. So as the 2005 ride season rolled around, I had a decision to make, enter for two days again or go for all three? I jumped in with both feet and signed up for all three. What the heck, I would just ride until I could ride no more or when the three days were up, which ever came first.

I tried to come up with a tentative training schedule that I thought would get both of us ready by the end of May. Given the continuous rain I began to worry that I was not getting enough riding in to properly condition my mare (Mashala) for a three-day ride. Both Mashala and I are new to this sport so I was concerned that she didn’t have the base on her that would allow her to complete three days without some considerable training. Given the limited riding during the long rainy winter, our first ride of the season was a 30mile LD in the beginning of April. Two weeks later on April 15th we did a 50. We used both rides as conditioning rides. The weather now considerably better, allowed me to ride three days a week (limited to three days due to that pesky thing called work!). I toyed with doing another 50 on April 30th but felt that with all of the other riding I was doing, it might be too much for Mashala to do another 50. I reined myself in. I had laid out what rides I wanted to do and told myself to stick the plan and not get over enthusiastic. I wanted her to be on her way up on the conditioning scale and not over trained. Now please note, I had no idea if what I was doing was too much, not enough or just right. I just did what I felt was right for my mare. I listened to her and hoped I was on the mark. 

Day 1 - Photo: Baylor/Gore

The weather for Memorial Day weekend was expected to be hot. I was ok with this forecast as Mashala does much better in hot weather than cool or cold weather. I can tolerate the heat as well so we are good partners. Day One was a tough ride. I believe at the Forest Service’s request, Robert had to change the trail slightly for the 50s. This change routed us up a very long, very steep hill. Pretty much everyone slowed down. I rode with Ted Goppert and when we finished half an hour before cut off, we thought we were tail end. We were surprised there were a fair amount of people behind us. Mashala finished strong. I was ready for Day Two!

Day Two Mashala did really well all day. However I could feel she was getting tired the last 7 miles. I was pretty quiet for that last stretch (for those of you who do not know me, I can be chatty if the occasion calls for it J). The evil monster of self doubt was rearing its ugly head. I wondered if I was asking too much from my mare. Was she cut out to do more than one day? I promised her that we just needed to finish and we would not start Day Three. Ted, the voice of reason and experience, told me to wait until the morning of Day Three to make that decision as it is all about the recovery that happens during the night. OK, sure tell that to a natural born worrier. While I believed him, I had my reservations. When we finished, I took my time before we did our final vet out. Mashala had her face in her hay bag and I didn’t want to disturb her. When we did finally vet out, she got all As with one B. Hmmmmm may be we WILL do Day Three! Yippee! 

Day Three started with me fighting Mashala for the first 20 miles. She was on fire! My perfect pony was jigging and was so impatient. She wanted to move out. I think by Day Three she became competitive. Which is a bummer for her as I am such a conservative rider and we always finish in the back of the pack! My B vet score on Day Two was a caution to watch her left front. I didn’t pay attention to switching diagonals on the first two days. What a mistake that was. It was a first hand learning experience that proper equitation is essential. So with this in mind, Day Three was ridden to complete with a sound horse. Again riding with Ted, we stopped to let the horses eat along the second loop after lunch. Mashala really wanted and needed to eat. For the horse that never wants to take the time to stop, this was a real learning experience for her. Ted and I finished last with happy, strong and sound horses. 

Day 3 - Photo: Baylor/Gore

I had heard that on multi-days horses actually got stronger as each day progressed. While I was skeptical, I believe it now. To look at Mashala the next day at home munching contentedly on the lush grass in the backyard, you would never know she did an endurance ride let alone three days. I worked from home the day after the ride as I thought I would be really sore and I didn’t want to hear anything from my co-workers if I had to hobble around. Well, after three days I wasn't even mildly sore and actually never got sore... guess I rode the "sore" out of me. It was amazing really. The only thing that hurt even a little bit were my muscles in my upper back and neck from fighting Mashala on Day Three. 

Doing three days was actually way easier than I thought it would be. I think I psyched myself out into thinking it was going to be so hard. I also think that riding with Ted all three days made it much easier on both horse and rider. It is nice to have company out on the trail. I wonder if I rode all three days alone if the experience would have been the same. The vets and the Ribley’s were awesome. I can’t wait for next year! 

Dionne Wallace

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My Funniest Endurance Riding Experience
Judy Houle

In 2001 I entered the Virginia City 100, which I had finished for the first time the year before on my horse, Felex. I had finished 25th out of 75 in 2000, so I was hoping to improve on that finish this time. Little did I know that I had a black cloud hanging over me which would plague me for the whole ride. 

A friend who was planning on doing the ride lent me her rig when it turned out she wasn't able to attend. She had done 550 miles of the 2001 XP, and had been back a month and a half, but hadn't gotten around to cleaning the rig out, but beggars can't be choosers, so I spent an extra hour cleaning out the cab, etc. before I left, without complaining. She had stacks of magazines, brochures about parks, ranches, old banana peels, wrappers, etc. which I carefully cleaned out and organized for her. I also found a rat's nest under the seat! 

I set out for the ride with my then-boyfriend as driver, and for various reasons we didn't get there until about 7:00 Friday evening. This was also just a few days after the 911 attack, so the mood was a little strange, it was kind of hard to concentrate on preparing, packing, etc. after such a horrifying event. We were in time for the ride meeting and the Calcutta auction, and because I had top-tenned the Swanton Pacific the month before, I sold for $35.00, a fairly decent price. Michael Tristram, the ride manager, bought me. 

4:00 Saturday morning - I had no luck getting my boyfriend to get out of his sleeping bag to help me get ready and ended up getting to the start line a little late and from the wrong direction on the main street of Virginia City. The result was that the ride started and I had everybody coming at me and had to fight the tide to get to the number takers to give them my number before I could turn around and officially start. Felex couldn't understand why we couldn't just go with everybody else, and probably thought I was an idiot. He wasn't too far off the mark on that one. 

I got to the first stop at about 25 miles in the late teens I think, and vetted through without incident, and left after my hour hold. Everything was going pretty well so far. I made my way up the climb up the canyon and got to the water stop at Washoe Lake in pretty good time. Felex drank well, I cooled him off, and we left to start up the infamous SOB's. 

At the first steep downhill I decided to get off and give him a break. I went for about 50 feet on foot in front of him and suddenly felt a tug on my rein. He had stepped on it as it was dragging, unbeknownst to me, pulling me backwards, and at the same instant, he suddenly took a big trip and bashed into me. This sent me tumbling down the hill over rocks and dust, I scrambled up, grabbed him again, and realized I had scraped myself up pretty badly. I had road rash on both arms and one knee, but the rest of me seemed OK. The tall Mountain Horse boots I was wearing had saved my shins from getting scraped up, and my helmet and wrap-around sunglasses had saved my head and eyes (or so I thought). I got out my arnica gel and applied it to all the bad spots and continued on. A couple of riders caught up and looked at me funny, and I realized my black tights and tank top were now completely beige with dust. I explained I had just taken a tumble but was OK, climbed back on Felex, and continued down the trail behind them. 

The SOB's are a series of roller-coaster hills about 40 miles out, and its always a relief to get them over with, and I toiled through them and finally got back to camp for the 50 mile check without realizing I also had a black eye. 

When I took off my sunglasses my boyfriend said "whoa!!" and got me an ice pack. I took some Aleve and spent most of the hour stop with the ice on my eye. I left by myself, but after a few miles caught up with two riders, one was Vicki Testa, and the other was a lady on a stallion (who shall remain nameless). He was being very vocal and she was having a little trouble keeping him focused on just going down the trail. My injuries were starting to act up at this point, and I took some more Aleve. 

Eventually we got to a water stop at about 60 miles, and I got off to water and cool Felex off. After I'd put a bunch of water on him and was standing there next to him, the stallion suddenly wheeled around towards me. The next thing I knew I was 5 feet away, on the ground in a fetal position holding my thigh. The stallion had attempted to kick Felex, I think, and instead had nailed me. At that point I was thinking: OK, things have gone from bad to ridiculously bad. The people manning the stop asked me if I was OK, and I said no. But I got up, and after walking a few steps, decided that nothing was broken and that I was actually OK, and my next thought was: "damn it! I'm gonna finish this thing if it kills me!" So I got out my tube of Arnica again and put a big glob on my hand, stuck it down my tights, and rubbed it in to my painful thigh. Then the ride people had me get back on, strapped a Ziploc bag full of ice to my thigh with vetwrap, and sent me on my way. 

At this point it was starting to get dark. I gave the stallion a wide berth all the way back to the 75 mile check back in camp, but he was tired enough by this time that the bad behavior had stopped and nothing else happened with him from then on, thank goodness. The rider was very apologetic, needless to say. 

After tending to Felex's needs, I laid down for about 15 minutes for a catnap. I had a VERY hard time getting back up, and finally dragged myself over to Felex, who had finished eating and was standing in a perfect "end of the trail" position - fast asleep, with his head down. I felt like a criminal having to wake him up to lead him to the out-timers to leave! But he had passed his check with flying colors except for a slightly sore back right in the spot where I sat. I rubbed arnica on it as well. I ride in a treeless Sport Saddle, and obviously with all my injuries I was riding like a sack of potatoes. That was the one and only time I ever sored his back with that saddle. 

I set out for the last 25 miles with the same two riders, and had 6 hours to finish, so I figured I could walk most or all of it if need be, and still finish in time. The other riders were more interested in trotting and soon I lost them along with everybody else who had been behind me. I felt like the tide was going around me once again - but now in the opposite direction than at the start of the ride. The last loop was almost completely flat, with very good footing, so I just chugged along at a walk, confident that we would finish without having to hurry. 

But my aches and pains were flaring up again, and the Aleve just wasn't cutting it. I remembered that I had packed a vicodin, and thought: I'm not that tired, it'll be OK (famous last words.) A little while later I found myself getting rocked to sleep in the saddle. Several times I woke up with a big start, thinking "what's that white thing in front of me?!! Oh yeah, it's my horse! Oh yeah, I'm riding, yeah, OK, I'm on a ride, we're in Nevada, that's right!" while slapping myself in the face to wake up, and then gradually falling asleep again, only to repeat it. 

After about the fourth episode of this, Felex figured out that I was falling asleep. The first nice sandy spot he found on the trail, he carefully laid down, so smoothly that I didn't even wake up. I have no idea how long we were like this, I wish I had a picture of it, but I finally woke up, realized my feet were touching the ground but I was still mounted, and like an idiot without thinking, jumped off, saying, "what the hell are you doing?!" Felex immediately got back up. I could have kicked myself (as if I hadn't had enough of that already.) Being only 4'11", mounting is not my forte, and now I was stuck looking for a rock or a log to mount with, which were not exactly plentiful out there in the Nevada desert. But I finally found one and mounted up again. 

I got through the last vet stop in the cottonwood grove with lots of help from the people there. I didn't even have to trot out my horse. They sat me down, gave me soup, took care of Felex, and did everything for me. I was thinking, being at the tail end wasn't so bad after all! I was revived considerably, and set off to finish the last few miles. I found riding out in the desert by myself for that many hours was actually quite peaceful. 

After awhile I crossed the road and got to a trail I recognized as the trail back to camp. I couldn't remember how far it was back though, and realized I only had a half an hour left on my time. I got Felex to do a little trotting interspersed with stretches of walking, but I was getting worried. 

Then I started hearing a weird hooting noise that I couldn't find the source of, and finally decided to just ignore it, as everything at that point was pretty distorted. A few minutes later I nearly ran into my boyfriend, who had gotten very worried and had walked out to meet me. It was he who was making the hooting noise, to get my attention. He then proceeded to ask me very impatiently why I hadn't answered him. The day had obviously taken its toll on him. I tried to explain that I was exhausted and everything was distorted, but to no avail. Then I remembered the time, and said, "I only have 20 minutes left to finish, are we close?" "Not very!" was his reply, and with that, I dug in my heels and took off, leaving him standing there alone. I just didn't have the time or energy to explain the circumstances to him, and there was too much at stake. I alternately walked and trotted the last mile in, and walked up to the truck at the finish line with 9 minutes to spare! The man inside was asleep, and woke with a bit of a start, looked out his open window at me standing right outside, then at his watch, and said, "Cuttin' it kinda close, aren't we?", to which I replied, "yeah, yeah, just give me my time card!" I had no sense of humor left at that point. I grabbed it and made a beeline back to camp. All I wanted to do was pass my last vet check, put my horse up as fast as I could, and crash. I wanted to get everything done so my cranky boyfriend wouldn't have to do anything but crash as well when he got back. Unfortunately, he was still good for one more argument before he crashed, and I came to the conclusion he just wasn't cut out for crewing (or for being my boyfriend either for that matter, but that's another story.) 

By the next morning we were at least being civil to each other once again though, and at the awards breakfast upstairs of the Delta Saloon my name was called first. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a nice black halter and lead rope with a brass plaque on it saying "Virginia City 100 39th Anniversary" for being tail end. Michael Tristram, the MC, said, as I walked up, "when I bought her for $35 I knew she was tough." I nearly cried. I made quite a spectacle with my black eye and all my road rash. It was definitely the hardest won completion of my whole endurance career. And like I said before, being at the tail end wasn't so bad after all.

Judy Houle

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NASTR 50
Gold Country riders at NASTR do good
Steve Elliott

I got tenth and easily rode it as a training ride and got honorable mention for reserve BC. MATHER WON AND GOT BC and Nanci Gabri and Diane Pryor got 5th, 6th, I think, Greg Kimler got 3rd, Bill Pieper got 9th - I let him have that one...

...who else was there??

That was the rockiest trail I have ever seen.

(Carol Stiles and Karlon Oliver also rode the 50 - it was Karlon's "rescue horse's" first ride ever, let alone first 50. He looked pretty good at the end, although Karlon looked a little harried. Entertainment was to be had at the VC when first Karlon's horse made a break for it, shortly followed by Carol's. It seems they didn't like the rocks either. LCT).

Crewing area, NASTR

Vet Check             View of the scenery

Photos: LCT

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Ride & Tie Is Going to Be Fun, Right?...
(Part 4)
Lucy Chaplin Trumbull

This week I about doubled my running distance and started running from the Overlook down to No-Hands. OK, so this is still mostly downhill, but at least now I have the climb up to Robie Point stuck in the middle to give me some uphill suffering - and I can assure you I suffered plenty the other afternoon when it was 89°F when I started down from the top.

One of the last times I ran from the turn-out at the top of hw-49 I kept smelling faint skunk smell. Chili Dog had been skunked a couple of weeks earlier, so my nose was very attuned to any musky smells. I concluded that a skunk must have passed that way earlier in the day... that was, until I heard a "deer" crashing in the undergrowth to my left and looked over to see the back end of a bear disappearing into the bushes. Not all musky smells are skunk related and what I'd been smelling must have been the moseyings of said bear. I wouldn't have minded too much, except he didn't look to be very old and I started wondering where mama was. Urk... run a little faster, Lucy.

So the running is still coming along. I don't think I'm going to be ready for Gold Country, but then again, neither is my horse.

Some of you may remember how I was hoping that my torn-suspensory-in-2002- but-rehabbed mare, Mouse, would be able to be our R&T mount - but that she kept coming up slightly lame after very short rides and was decidedly bolshy when being ridden. I finally got fed up with her lack of improvement after time off and took her to Great Basin Equine in Gardnerville, NV on my way to crew for a friend at NASTR last weekend.

The vet at Great Basin, Dr Marty Gardner, specialises in lameness and podiatry and I can say nothing but good things about him. He has a very sharp eye, assesses the overall horse - not just the symptoms - and was able to diagnose and then back-up his observations with both instant digital x-ray and ultra-sounds.

We began by lunging and she was gratifyingly lame (this was after running circles the previous evening, tail up over her butt, showing absolutely no signs of being lame at all). I explained that she'd been diagnosed with "sore feet" the previous summer. Dr Gardner said he didn't think that was going to be the case this time around, as arabs tend to have such good feet.

After no reaction with the hoof testers (she has feet of steel, this horse, to the extent that my farrier used to complain that she'd blunt his tools), he blocked her RF foot and she immediately improved. The vet laughed and said "so much for that theory".

Mouse was showing signs of lameness on both front feet - but much worse on the right hand side, which had been fairly typical for her on and off for the last three years. After blocking her foot and seeing some improvement, he blocked her high suspensory to see what effect that had (she was sounder still) and if it put added stress on the LF (she stayed about the same degree of gimpiness on the left).

It was time for x-rays. My high-as-a-kite the previous evening ay-rab stood like a little angel for her x-rays. She was more interested in sleeping than anything else.

In the past when I've asked people to watch her trot out when she's showing signs of lameness, she appears to hesitate before putting her foot down and watchers often report that they can hear something more than see it.

Looking at her RF with the naked eye, you can spot that she is slightly clubby and also has a broken pastern axis. This is the side she tore the suspensory on in 2002 during her first 50 at Lake Sonoma.

This was Mouse last summer, shortly before her next trim. She is now significantly less high-heeled, but you can see the conformation of her RF compared to her LF.

The x-ray below clearly shows why her hoof looks the way it does on the outside. There is a slight rotation of the coffin bone and the vet surmised that this was caused by tight tendons - which also explains her past tendon / ligament problems. Apparently the tendons reach down under the foot and attach either side of the coffin bone. The very front tip of the coffin bone is also slightly upturned à la ski jump style, indicating a problem in that area. Because the coffin bone is rotated downwards on this foot, it is suffering from more sole pressure and concussion than the LF - hence being lamer on that foot. Inflammation of the coffin bone is called "pedal osteitis".

Looking down on the hoof from the front, at about a 65° angle. The front edge of the coffin bone (bottom) shows sign of deterioration with enlarged blood vessels. Apparently it's not supposed to look like an alluvial fan. I have since read that once the coffin bone looks like this, it won't always return to normal, so isn't always an indication that there is a current problem.

The foot from the rear. The "wings" either side of her hoof are the sidebones which the vet told me are normally soft cartilage (like in your ears).  In Mouse's case, the cartilage has calcified into bone, which indicates that there is a problem in the foot. However I'm not clear why that is.

Looking at the way she is currently trimmed, the vet advised that her sole be more cupped under the front of the coffin bone as she has somewhat flat soles. He also recommended that she be shod in some sort of supportive/protective shoe such as Equithotics Sneakers (of course, this week every size 1 Sneaker in the state is out of stock and on back-order).

How much sole to pare out under the coffin bone has to be a farrier's nightmare. Trim too little, and you get Mouse's problem of too much sole pressure/concussion. Trim too much and you run the risk of making the horse sore from having too thin a sole. It becomes a case of damned if you do and damned if you don't. However, having these x-rays should help my farrier immensely because he'll be able to see where the coffin bone is and therefore how much sole he has to deal with.

Having satisfied himself as to what's going on with Mouse's feet, the vet turned to her suspensory problem. We moved into the bay next door and out came the ultra-sound machine. Looking at ultra-sounds is a lot less easy than the x-rays - as a friend commented "Wow, these are the best x-rays ever!  You can actually SEE stuff without a degree in x-raying!". Not so with ultra-sounds.

Below is an example of what Mouse's suspensory looked like in October 2002. I don't have copies of the ultra-sounds from last week, but they look pretty similar. Although the tear from 2002 has healed up nicely, there is a new tear higher up where the ligament attaches to the back of the cannon bone, and it has torn through about 30% of the thickness of the suspensory ligament.

The left side of the picture shows a "plan" view. The area ringed (1) shows the inflamed suspensory, while the inner area (2) (shows up dark) is the extent of the tear. 

Above the suspensory, you can see (if you know what you're looking at) the deep digital flexor, and above that, the superficial flexor tendon, then the back of her leg. The back of her cannon bone shows up as the bright white line at the bottom of the picture. The dark areas between the two tendons are supposed to be there - that's where the tendon aren't, as it were.

The right hand side of the picture shows the ligament/tendons in cross-section (but lying sideways). The idea is the ligament/tendons should show up as white fibres lying alongside each other, not a tangled mess, or worse, areas of black, that denote missing areas of fibre.

Watching Mouse trot around on the lunge, Dr Gardner commented "I bet she's really smooth to ride, huh?" - which she is. She's probably the smoothest horse I've ever ridden - you hardly need bother to post to her trot. But as the vet said, pulled tendons and torn suspensories are the price you pay for that. Mouse takes up all the suspension in her fetlocks, and in turn on her tendons/ligaments. 

Looking at the ultra-sounds, the vet was a lot less happy than he had been with the foot x-rays. He kindly explained that she's never going to make an endurance horse, which I basically already knew, although it makes me sad because Mouse is such a nice horse on so many levels: she's a joy to be around (except for that one time when she bit me because I wasn't walking fast enough ahead of her), is fun to ride, is comfortable (such that you don't ever want to get off... hmmm? wonder why she's lame?), and most of all, she's my baby - my first horse.

So we're back to the confinement/rehab thing.  This time around, my morale is 100% better - I get to do the rehab in the summer, instead of mid-winter as in 2002/2003 (although, looking out the window, you may not realise it's summer). And Dr Gardner's rehab program is a lot more realistic for me, working full-time. My orders - other than the cupping out the sole and shoeing her in Sneakers - is:

• Month 1, ride at a walk, 15 mins, 3-4 x week
• Month 2, ride at a walk, 40 mins, 3-4 x week
• Month 3, ride at a walk, 40 mins, including 2 mins trotting on good, flat footing, 3-4 x week 
  (if she shows signs of soreness, go back to walking)
• Month 4, increase the length of time trotting by 2 mins each week 
  (if she shows signs of soreness, go back to walking).
• Re-ultra-sound at 60-90 days (Dr Gardner comes down to the Loomis area fairly regularly, so I'm hoping I will be able to take Mouse there as opposed to 110 miles to Nevada)

Since the thing healed last time, I've no reason to think it won't heal again this time around. The vet thought it was possible that she'd torn the ligament from trying to protect her sore feet, so hopefully if we resolve that problem and rehab the suspensory, she'll come back sound enough to be a decent trail horse. Best case scenario will be that she's capable of becoming that R&T horse I'd like her to be. Time will tell. 

On the other hand, it may be that, in the future (if I can bear to) I'll need to find her a home where she'll get to do the level of activity she'd like to grow accustomed to (i.e. as little as possible <grin>), or at least find someone who wants a super-comfortable, light riding horse. But I'm willing to wait it out a few more years and see how things turn out. 

Lucy Chaplin Trumbull

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11	12	13	14	15	16 Swanton NATRC	17
18	19	20	21	22	23 Tevis Redwood I 25/50	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31
1	2	3	4	5	6 Redwood II 25/50 Fireworks 25/50	7
8	9	10	11	12	13 EHSC 30/50	14

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