Riding her horse down HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD to Protest Horse Slaughter… Amazing!






OK, this got to me… maybe it got to me because I know how busy Hollywood Boulevard can be.  Yikes!  I can barely walk my horse down any street let alone Hollywood Boulevard!

This girl is brave.  She is brave because she can take three horses on a very busy, very crazy street AND because she did it in the name of horses everywhere…

KARIN HAUENSTEIN

Karin Hauenstein is a horse trainer from Santa Barbara county.  That is North of LA and it takes over an hour by car to get there.  So, you can imagine the devotion to saddle up three horses, alone, and trek down to Hollywood and Vine.

Yowsa.

Hauenstein took her Mustang, QH and TB to protest horse slaughter.  Coley, the QH mare, wore a billboard strapped to her packs…

Here’s the story taken from an article in the LA Times written by Nita Lelyveld:

Horse trainer is on a ride for their lives
COLUMN ONE

Karin Hauenstein, 39, a ‘hobo on horseback,’ comes from campfires and corrals, not concrete. She’s clip-clopped south from Santa Barbara County, traversing Hollywood on her Thoroughbred Glory to protest the commercial slaughter of equines.
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When Karin Hauenstein led her three horses down Vine Street, the girls in short skirts stilled their stiletto-heeled sashays, the incense hawkers stopped calling out to passersby, and Trader Joe’s shoppers gaped through the glass at the convoy clip-clopping up the far right lane.
Whether anyone registered more than surprise is hard to say. But on that recent afternoon, Hauenstein was making a statement.
 The 39-year-old horse trainer has come south from Santa Barbara County to protest the commercial slaughter of horses.
Now, day after day, often after camping at night, she traverses Hollywood on her Thoroughbred Glory, with her pack horses, Smoke and Coley, following behind.
Smoke is a mustang she helped capture and break trekking above Arizona’s Mogollon Rim. Coley, a quarter horse, is porter in chief and billboard, with “END COMMERCIAL HORSE SLAUGHTER!” painted on pack boxes strapped to her sides.
A long rider, Hauenstein once spent four years heading east on horseback. She is broad-shouldered and strong and wears heavy leather boots. She comes from campfire and corral, not miles and miles of concrete.
“I look like I just came out of the mountains,” she says.
Still, she came to be seen and she has done her best to make that happen — tying the animals up outside Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles, grazing them alongside a Runyon Canyon yoga class, holding court in the parking lot of Gelson’s on Franklin Avenue.
They have posed with Wonder Woman and Korean tourists outside Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, stopped in at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and entertained children at a party at the Church of Scientology’s Celebrity Centre International.
California doesn’t allow commercial horse slaughter. But the national picture is different. in November, Congress ended a five-year ban on funding U.S. inspectors to oversee horse meat processed for human consumption, paving the way for slaughterhouses to reopen.
Hauenstein wants everyone to know.
People often take journeys for causes. They cycle to fight cancer. They walk to end global warming. But adding horses to the mix isn’t for amateurs, especially on the fly.
Hauenstein had planned a spring protest ride. She still had a lot to organize when the bill passed but set off anyway, with many a loose end untied.
She and the horses left her home outside Lompoc on Dec. 6, traveling at a top speed of 3 mph.
She wasn’t sure where she would be laying her head most nights or grazing her horses most days. Not that she worried.
“I see myself kind of as a hobo on horseback, but not in a bad way,” she says. “It’s because I travel and I don’t really know where I’m going to wind up necessarily.”

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Hauenstein grew up northeast of Lompoc in rural Cebada Canyon. On her family’s 420 acres, she was always around horses.

“She has a rapport,” says her mother, Gwen Hauenstein. “We bought a really troubled horse one time that had a lot of problems. She took that horse and turned it into the best riding horse that we ever had.”

For eight years after high school, Hauenstein worked behind a desk, for the local United Way. But by her late 20s, she was back with the horses.

In 2001, she was training horses in Buellton when she saw Dane Hartwell, a wandering cowboy, interviewed on the news. He was passing through Santa Barbara, planning to ride toward the East Coast.

“I thought, what is this guy doing? I wanted to know him,” Hauenstein says. So when his website popped up on the screen, she emailed him.

Soon after they met, she liquidated everything she owned.

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Hauenstein and Hartwell hit the road with five horses — two for riding, three for shouldering supplies.

What they were doing, she says, was “not an endurance ride, it was a lifestyle.”

They rode until their money ran out. They got jobs to earn cash. They rode again until the cycle repeated itself.

The first big layover was in Las Vegas. Hired to help build a horse ranch, they stayed for months. And Hauenstein got pregnant.

Hartwell, the father, would never settle down. Hauenstein’s life, too, was nomadic. So before her baby was born, she arranged for an adoption that would let her keep in touch. (He’s 8 now, she says, rooted and happy.)

By the time she and Hartwell got to Magdalena, N.M., four years of hard travel had worn away at their happiness. Hauenstein left the trail with a couple of horses, a crushed dream, little cash, no car, no job.

A friend brought her to Camp Verde, Ariz., to regroup; she worked as a teacher’s aide and jail booking clerk, drove a school bus, fostered teens with severe behavioral problems.

Eventually, she made her way home to Lompoc.

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In some ways, traveling by horse isn’t so hard.

It’s legal, for instance, to ride on any road but a freeway.

Satellite views on cellphones simplify feeding on the go. You can scope out meadows and valleys, many unfenced and lacking signs barring trespass.

“With Google Earth, you can actually see the grass,” Hauenstein says. It’s all her horses need, and it’s abundant this time of year. But they also get variety in the plants like clover and alfalfa that frequently sprout up with it.

Hollywood’s median strips are so overgrown, sustenance here has been simple to find, she says.

For water, she fills her three-gallon collapsible bucket at the places she eats — at gas stations, at friendly homeowners’ hoses.

Horse manure can be awkward. She scoops it when possible. But it’s hard to persuade people to take it, even though it’s great fertilizer.

As for sleep, Hauenstein set up a few spots in advance. And as she rode down the coast, strangers offered other overnight space — backyards, ranches, sometimes a spare bed.

But often she sought what shelter she could, next to her animals, under the stars.

In the garden of Santa Barbara’s Trinity Episcopal Church, she slept alongside homeless people, sharing her horse blankets and pads.

In Ventura, she shut her eyes in an empty lot in an ocean-view neighborhood. She opened them to police and animal-control officers, called by neighbors.

That happens all the time, she says, “but as long as you’re prepared to move on, no one wants to hassle a real traveler.”

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Here, Hauenstein has slept in two parks: Griffith and Runyon Canyon. She has laid a bedroll on the sidewalk alongside the Hollywood Presbyterian Church.

She has also piqued the interest of horse people. One trailered her for a stay at another’s Shadow Hills ranch, where the horses could be stabled and Hauenstein could rest. Another had hay delivered to Gower Street, where a pair of Mormon missionaries who happened by helped her drag it to the horses.

To make her case about commercial slaughter, Hauenstein doesn’t hand out fliers. When asked, she simply explains: Horses can be humanely euthanized, for less than the cost of a month’s feed and board, and horse meat processed for human consumption can be unsafe because of high levels of adrenaline and cortisol.

Barbara Sizemore, 46, a Studio City mortgage broker, drove past the horses on Gower Street and caught up with them on Sunset Boulevard.

“I sign petitions. I write letters. What else can I do?” she asked Hauenstein, who directed her to websites and to her own Facebook page.

But Los Angeles also sometimes gives its attention stintingly.

Before crossing into the city, Hauenstein grazed the horses in the grassy median on Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills.

She watched as a big SUV pulled up. Two women got out and started waving their arms and arguing theatrically.

Then they got back into the car, cool as cucumbers, as their cameraman reviewed what he’d shot.

“It was so-called reality TV, but they never paid any attention to me,” Hauenstein says.

Nor, for the most part, did she turn many heads in a brief foray to the ever-crowded courtyard of Grauman’s Chinese.

She curbed the horses next to Iron Man, SpongeBob SquarePants, Darth Vader.

In front of her, tourists held up cellphones, snapping sidewalk stars, prints in concrete.

A security guard lunged forward, shouting, “I need these horses gone!”

“OK, folks, Mr. Muscles has arrived,” called out a large man in a biceps-baring, sleeveless shirt.

“I’m just another distraction here,” Hauenstein said, shrugging as she moved the horses along.

nita.lelyveld@latimes.com

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6 comments have been posted...

  1. Max

    Great idea Karen! We need more people like you in the equine industry! I enjoy working with your horses.

  2. barbara stehman

    Thank you for telling me the story of Karin. I am amazed at what she is doing and I admire her strength to endure such a life for the sake of her compassion for horses and what is right.
    What can be done to help her with her cause?

  3. Susan

    Karin is an ANGEL!! Anyone lucky enough to meet her should try to donate a little something to help the cause- she will never ask but she deserves some sponsors really badly- hint hint hint

    love you girl!!!!!
    Everyone in mission canyon

  4. judye michaels

    You are AMAZING!!! America’s horses thank you!!!

    Your story, the way you put it right out there, is PHENOMENAL!!!

    On behalf of America’s horses and America’s women — THANK YOU!!!!!

  5. Sherri McDaniel

    Karen, if your ever in Texas, you are so welcome to come stay with me……Glory, Smoke and Coley would have pasture to run and stretch in. I’m with you on your ride in Spirit girl, I fight the same campaigne with you. YOU ROCK!!!

  6. Linda Horn

    I’ve been following Karen on Facebook. She isn’t the type to be deterred by much of anything, so I think we’ll be seeing lots more anti-slaughter rides. Sounds like she’s an excellent trainer as well, as evidenced by her horses. They stay calm despite all the confusion, trusting the judgement of their “alpha mare”!

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