A Very Interesting Saddle ~ And an update on the Equine Science Senior Blend Challenge!


First off, I wanted to give you an update on the Equine Science Senior Blend Challenge.  Unfortunately, Aladdin needs to go in for more testing so I had to cease any supplements until he is done with all of that.  So, I did not get to go a full month, only 10 days.  But, I have to say, after 10 days, I taped him and he had gained 35lbs!  He definitely was eating better and obviously digesting better.  I think that is a great result!  So, when he is done with all the tests, I will put him back on this supplement.  It is herbal.  See the earlier post for more details:  Equine Science Senior Blend Challenge on 2/12/10


I know that talking about particular saddles is like bringing up politics or religion at a dinner party… The topic is very personal and emotional for riders.  Well, I don’t want to convert anyone or ruffle any feathers, I just was so interested and curious about all the presto-chango factors of this invention.  I remember having paper dolls that had this plastic veneer and I could put any clothes on her, different shoes, hats, gloves — whatever I wanted to make her fit my needs for the day.  This saddle tapped into that magical, “I can make this fit me” feeling that was so important to  me then, and really important to me now as a rider.

This treeless saddle is called the EZ FIT. The developer is Eli Beiler from PA.  He was a harness maker who fell into saddle making in a very round about way.  He had a friend who was a race jockey.  This friend wanted a lightweight saddle that fit his horses better during practice.  Eli listened and made several saddles for his friend — and then all the other jockeys.  Suddenly, Eli became “the saddle guy”.  After 13 years of trial and error, Eli felt he had made so many successful saddles, he knew what riders wanted.  He called it the EZ Fit.

And, true to its name, it does fit many different horses.  However, UNTRUE to its name, it is not EZ to fit.  I say that with a smile because it took two of us, using our backs, to break apart the pieces from the stronger than IronMan velcro.  OMG.  I just about blew a neck vein trying to pry the seat skin off of the seat velcro.  I don’t know where they get this velcro, but you could easily use it to hang a piano from the ceiling.  But, it also tells you that this saddle will stay together,  once you put the parts where you want them!


I have issues with just about every saddle.  Usually it is stirrup placement or girth placement.  I also need lightweight, a spine channel, not much under my leg, a nice underside, comfort for the horse and comfort for me.  So, like many trail riders, if you find one saddle that works, you kiss the ground — or you find one that almost works and you modify it.  So, if this is the case, then having a very workable, mix-n-match saddle like the EZ Fit can solve many evils.

As you can see from this photo taken in my living room, when the saddle arrived, the stirrups were behind the girth.  That doesn’t work for me, so I got my husband to help me pull off the velcro and I started rearranging.  A very clever aid is the build in ruler so you can see that you are exactly even (or not, depending upon your needs) on both sides.  I loved that!  So, I placed the stirrups ahead of the girth and sat in the saddle.  Perfect! (That is the next picture in my living room.  As you can see, the stirrup is now in front of the girth.)

Next, I wanted the seat to be smaller, so I moved the cantle a bit forward.  Easy.  I sat in that and decided that I didn’t like the tall (5″) cantle.  I called Eli and asked for a shorter and thinner cantle.  It is on its way.  Nice!  Then, I chose the thin stirrups because that is what I like.  Eli offers several types of endurance stirrups, but I like the Oxbow or narrow plate.  And, another odd thing I like… I like 2″ stirrup leathers, not fenders and not 1″.  So, Eli made those for me.

I wanted to be able to attach all of my riding gear and this saddle has plenty of ties.  I requested more length on the cantle straps so I could attach my packs more easily.  But, I probably didn’t need that option.  There was plenty of leather available originally.

I love that the pommel is a very stiff foam.  So, when you are riding, it feels stiff.  But, as it warms, it forms to the shoulder.  So far so good.  And, that pommel really gives a secure feel as well as that handle so many folks like.  ;)     The spine channel is quite obvious…  Eli uses a thick padding which forms to the horse’s back, but won’t compress.  Since there is an internal thick pad, you don’t need a huge pad on top of that.   The underside is lined with tacky tack, my favorite.

The footprint of mine is small on purpose.  I asked for a 22-23″ length for my short backed horses.  I got it.  And, the skirt is pliable so I have no interference for what little bit of leather does meet my horse.  No shoulder issues with my gaited horses or my high stepping Morgans.

Oh, and you can get it in many colors and combination of colors.  For a seat, I generally ask for a sticky suede seat, which he has standard… and the price is excellent – $800.


The only thing I don’t like is the seat.  It is suede and that is good, but it isn’t padded.  My boney bottom is uncomfortable in it.  So, I added a thick sheepskin seat saver and all is well in the kingdom.  I guess there is another thing I don’t like… the saddle looks very different.  I wouldn’t say this is a bad thing, but lots of people stop me on the trail.  If, down the road, Eli made a more Endurance looking version instead of a Western version, I’d probably go for that.  But, truth to tell, I’d ride in a potato sack if it fit me and my horse…


I am impressed that yet another manufacturer is addressing the issues of trail/endurance riders and their horses.  The more the merrier because innovation comes when saddle makers differentiate themselves from one another.  I think Eli has done a great job so far… and he is totally open to suggestion.  I loooove that!

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What’s a Nice English Rider Like Me Doing at a Dude Ranch?! Yippee-Ki-Ay!

What’s a nice little trail rider like me doing on a Dude Ranch?  Well, it just happened.  I was minding my own business when an email came into my box from a friend who casually mentioned that she was getting her trailer ready for Cowboy Camp.  Like Scooby-Do, my head cocked alert and I replied, HUH??


Evidently, 20+ women from around my area had grouped together to make enough members to sponsor a weekend at V-6 RANCH in CA near the Paso Robles area.  (V-6 is family owned and operated with 20,000 acres of glorious ranch land.)  I hardly knew any of the women, and I am a creature of comfort so anything with “camp” attached to it was probably not for me — but for some reason, I was compelled to attach myself to this group.  I asked my most important question, “What are the bathrooms/showers like?” and upon hearing that no one had ever been there before… I stepped up anyway (I surprised myself, actually…).  Now that I had wriggled my way “in”, I had no idea that I was embarking upon an adventure that would live inside my heart for the rest of my life.

First of all, let me explain the variables.  You could bring your own horse (a 6 hour trailer ride for us) or you could rent a ranch horse.  You could stay in a hotel nearby, the “bunkhouse”, or your vehicle/trailer or tent in the campground.  And, you could decide how much riding you really wanted to do each day.  There would be organized rides everyday.  You could go all day, break off at lunch, or not go at all.  It all sounded fine and dandy but I wanted to know more.  So, I called Barb, the family member in charge of fielding such calls — poor girl.  Barb was lovely and explained it all in a very genteel way.  After she most graciously answered all my city slicker questions, I decided to bring my horse, stay in the bunkhouse, and determine how much riding I wanted once I had my first ride.  (I felt like I was playing CLUE … I’ll take Col. Mustard with the wrench in the Library…).

However, after I committed myself and a few weeks later, work got crazy busy for me and I called back trying to cancel.  This time I got Barb’s husband, John, who in his best Marlboro Man voice, talked me out of it.  He said, “use one of our horses and drive up when you can.  Just make it easy on yourself and we’ll take care of you.  If you need to use your computer, you can go to my house and use our Internet.  But, your Blackberry should work fine here.  Do you have Verizon?”  Wow.  This Marlboro Man was not spending all of his time on the range, I see…  The bathroom/shower situation was looking up!

OK, so I decide to go without hauling my horse so I beg out of the Macy’s Parade of horse trailers caravaning down all at once (safety in numbers but I’d hate to get caught behind them on I-5).   I left later hauling buns down the 101 to get to camp before dark.  The V-6 Ranch is somewhere between Paso Robles and Bakersfield in a town called Parkfield, the “Earthquake Capital of CA.”  The population is 18.  Yet, they have a restaurant, hotel and a schoolhouse.  Interesting.  I come to find out that basically, the Varians, who own V-6, pretty much built the town.  John Varian, the Marlboro Man, is a log home builder so he just builds whatever they need to accommodate visitors.  Cool!

So, I arrive late.  It’s dark.  I creep my truck into the black pathway towards the raging campfire that I see ahead.  Total merriment!  I feel like the person who arrives at the party after it is in full swing… which is exactly who I was.  I walk up to the campfire like the stranger from Mars and everyone stops and stares.  It was a bit unsettling.  But big Marlboro Man John gives me a warm smile and instructs me on how to get to the bunkhouse, “just drive right up there…”.  I say, “right up there?” and he says, “Sure!”  So I drive right up, literally right up,  to the entrance of the fabulous, built with love, bunkhouse.  “Pick any one with a key in the door!” OK.  I picked the first one on the right.  I opened the door and it was cute as could be!  Clean, tidy, two beds, a chair, a mirror, a waste basket and plenty of wall hooks.  Perfect!  I put my stuff down and went back towards the fire.  There I saw the enormous, three-sided dance hall type Western room filled with tables and happy people. On the right side of the vast expanse was a kitchen with lovely ladies washing dishes and putting dinner away.  When they saw me, the new stranger, they opened their arms and started serving up whatever I wanted.  Nice!  This is when I met Barb, John’s wife, face to face.  What a doll!

Of course, the biggest issue for me was yet to come.  What about the bathrooms? Well, I leaped over that hurdle like an Olympian.  No worries.  Another feature built by Marlboro Man John.  There were four really cute bathrooms and a quad shower.  I would survive. Phew.


THANK GOD I HAVE A RANCH HORSE. That was my mantra to myself all day.  Here we were, over 20 ladies (and a few gents) who mostly brought their show or trail mounts from home.  I must say, most of the horses are in great shape.  And, I would also have agreed that, not knowing what I found out on Day 1, most of these horses would be fine to trail ride all day.  Heh Heh.  THANK GOD I HAVE A RANCH HORSE… OMG!  Trail riding is one thing, cross country is another thing and endurance riding is yet another thing… but NOTHING is like riding the range.  OMG!  We had a pack of 20 some horses who were jigging and bucking and romping around like newbies at the Puppy Bowl.  None of these horses had ever done anything like this.  Uphills, steeps, loooooooong downhills, narrows, curves, up, up. up, cows, other loose running horses, wide open spaces, running deer… you get the picture.  Nonsensical, hysterical, fun and nostril flaring mayhem! .  Even my wonderful Fizz, the seasoned ranch horse, was a bit jiggy.  But for me, on not my horse, I was liberated from any guilt or pressure that one feels when their horse is acting up or too tired to take another step.  I just rode.  Fizz had the “been there, done that” attitude that kept me loving the ride and totally free to absorb my beautiful surroundings.

That night, all of us who survived — just kidding — had a lovely home cooked meal served by the Varian family, listened to John senior (Jack) tell his tales, sat by the fire, joked, recounted and licked our saddle wounds.  The more time we spent, the more stories were told and the closer we all became.  That night, we slept like babies — well most of us anyway — those folks in tents weren’t such happy campers.  I think late October is a bit too frosty for tents in Earthquake country.  Needless to say, the next night, no one was in a tent…


THANK GOD I HAVE A RANCH HORSE was again my mantra for the day.  We had the lovely opportunity to ride past one of the lakes and up to the top where there is a cabin to have lunch.  Seems innocuous enough, right?  I now know that nothing seems as steep when you are on the ground looking up.  Ha!  Again, we masterful riders felt like wussies.  But before I get into our spiderman ride up the side of the mountain, let me tell you that half of the riders peeled off and went back to camp after reaching the lake.  Their adventure would be as remarkable as ours due to the Varian’s 13 year old son who was leading them to camp while texting.  This I say with a smile because he was as cute as could be and totally adept in the saddle.  He was 13… and busy. ;) Truth to tell, it wasn’t his fault that this party got lost.  (And, you can’t really get lost, you just take a different and longer route than anticipated.)  The father, Marlboro Man John, kinda told the son to take the wrong turn by the tree near the fence with the hole near the bog  — you know what I mean (again feeling like I’m playing CLUE here).  Still this party had a great time, they just got to take the more scenic route.

Anyway, back to us.  Our small party, led by John, was going up and up and up and up.  (THANK GOD I HAVE A RANCH HORSE.)   I have to honestly say that all of us were scared at one time or another.  One gal, and I don’t blame her, got off her horse and took the lunch van back down… Another asked John quite seriously, “Has a horse ever died up here doing this?”  “Not yet…” he said with a smile.  It was really an adventure beyond adventures!  We were never in danger but it was so intense that there wasn’t a time that we weren’t all watching the ground, the horse, the land ahead and our pulses.  My horse gave me the impression that she had certainly done this before.  She knew when to rest, she knew how to navigate where we were going, and she knew how to take care of me.  I loved her. She was the first quarter horse I had ever ridden and I loved her.  Anyway, back to the ride… when we finally made it to the cabin, it was like we were thirsty travelers lost in the desert and emerging from anticipated death.  Once we knew we had finally arrived, we were exuberant!  It was totally awesome!  We did it!  It was like base jumping and surviving.  We turned around and looked at the incredible scenery from whence we’d come and we were so proud.  OMG.  I will never forget that ride.  And, I’ll always have respect for the range riders.  How do they do that every single day.  Hats off…

That night, the weary but satisfied riders had another wonderful meal provided by Barb and her mother, punctuated by a lovely wine tasting offered by Sculpterra Vineyards (Really good.  I purchased several bottles).  Wow!  I slept like a baby, again, that night.

As an aside, I did notice that I kept dragging in acorns from outside my room. I could not figure out why there were progressively more acorns on my bunk room floor every time I entered. More on that later.


Thank God I have a ranch horse (but it sure would be fun to have my own horse; I kinda miss not sharing this with him).  On the last day, we all took a shorter, equally as lovely route through the valley and stopped at the the family barn/arena to watch the Varians prep for a local rodeo.  Kids from 8 to 50 were roping and riding like Wild Bill!  I was totally impressed by one young girl who rocked out there!  We had another faboo lunch while we watched the festivities and gently rode back to camp, laughing and recounting the events of the last three days.

(This last photo is me atop my trusted mare, Fizz.)


As I was stripping my bed, a flurry of acorns flew out from the bed frame and scattered about the room.  Evidently, some clever woodland creature had also been rooming in my bunkhouse before I arrived.  He must have been very upset that I had ruined his winter storage area.  So much work, dashed by the huge, ignorant human!


This is the story of my Dude Ranch Experience at the V-6.  I will never forget the sweet hospitality of all the Varians and the incredible adventure that would never have happened anywhere else.

By the way, I found out, or at least urban legend says,  that “kai yea” is an Indian term for “move fast” and the cowboy made it into Ki-Ay while gathering cattle.  Yup.  Exactly.  For me, it was truly an event that moved in and out of my life far too fast.  Yippee kai yea!

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