Submitted by Gene Limlaw
About a year ago my friend Hernan asked if we would crew for him at the World Equestrian Games. He tried getting me to go to the pre-ride, but that did not work out. I told him of course if he made it to the WEG we would crew. The months went by and here we were a few weeks before going and he decided to start getting organized (you don’t want to rush into things). We chatted several days a week and made our plans on how things would go. We all started to get excited.
Everything got packed up and we left for Kentucky from Vermont bright and early on a Wednesday morning (like 10 am). We had to drive our friend Patti’s truck back to western New York. It had lost it’s transmission a few weeks earlier and was on the way. The trip to Buffalo was uneventfu and we left the truck at a truck stop, after getting confirmation it was the right one, by a handcuffed woman in the back of a Police cruiser. "It had just changed names," she said. I laughed about that one for a while.
Hernan (on the right) and me.
About three quarters of the way there, Hernan informed me we were going to be to early as his check-in time was 7 am. I didn’t know we had a check-in time. I drove until my eyes would not stay open: my limit is about 15 hours. Then we switched for the last few hours. We got to the horse park at about 6 AM and figured by the time we got where we needed to, we’d be good for time.
The first guards did not have us on their list. Now would be a great time to mention Hernan is Columbian, and was riding for Columbia. Sometimes people find him difficult to understand. The guards sent us to the next check as I don’t think they new what else to do. The next set of Police were going to have a bomb dog go around the trailer, but for some reason they just sent us through. We didn’t have any bombs but found the whole process interesting. We proceeded on into the dark until a yelling man stopped us and informed us we did not check in. We totally missed their trailer as a rig was parked in front of it. We turned around, made short work of the check-in and had nice chats along the way. Trident finally got to his stall.
I am always amazed once you get to a event how fast the days fly by. This is such a time oriented sport and I always find I loose track of real time. We met with the rest of Hernan’s team and crews and chef from Columbia, they were all very nice and fun. We got all our credentials and decided to check out the cafeteria. They provided us with three meals a day (that was unbelievable). The food was great and just a three minute bike ride away. The Reining would take place below so we would check it out after vet-ins.
Hernan got a couple light rides in on Trident (a very nice NF Proof gelding) and he was feeling great. Saturday morning we vetted in by country so we went early in the morning. I really was impressed on how nice everyone really was. I truly found everyone to be helpful and polite. After vetting all went to watch some reining. The afternoon before we got to go the new Al-Marah Arabian museum. It is really cool and the Museum curator gave us a personal tour so that was extra special. Monday we would check out the Gift from the Desert exhibit, which was completely overwhelming. That afternoon we set up our crew box, then the girls went to check fly-bys and I clipped the horse.
It had been warm weather but the day of the ride was supposed be cooler – low 70s, which is perfect. We got everything ready and headed to get cleaned up and off to the opening ceremonies. Originally I did not think we would be able to get in to them, but soon learned our passes got us into everything. Excellent! The opening ceremonies were one again overwhelming, so much effort and history of Kentucky was put into it. truly another special treat.
Our horse ended up being pulled for a metabolic issue at 89 miles, after he spent an hour getting lost. Bummer! Every horse had to go to the vet tent and be checked out. and everything except fluids was free of charge, which was very nice. The finish was so cool you could see the riders coming in on the big screen then for real. Nobby, the winning horse, looked like he had been out for a hack, and Heather Reynolds and Jean Philippe Frances had an exciting race-off. The next morning were all the BC trot outs and awards in the main arena under windy rainy skies.
It really was more of an honor to be part of than I would ever have thought. And such a wonderful memorable time.