Paul Revere rides again!

Liz & Kroni Rouse the Minute Men

Every April, I have don a cape and tricorn hat, ride through the center of my New England town and rouse the Minute Men. While most people in the audience believe I am Paul Revere, it was actually Captain Will Smith who rode into the center of Lincoln, Mass., calling to arms the first of the Minute Men companies to march to the aid of Concord.

Although Paul Revere gets all the press, he couldn’t have ridden to alert all the surrounding towns in a single night; there were nearly 60 riders in all who spread the word. This was fortuitous because after riding into Lexington to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock that their lives were endangered, Revere was captured by the British on what was then the Lexington-Lincoln line (now a memorial in the Minute Man National Park at the intersection of Mass Avenue and Mill Street). Only one of his companions, Dr. Samuel Prescott escaped capture and sent the alert out through the series of riders.

Riding in the event is a hoot. I come down over the hill as fast as the pavement allows (normally a fast trot), and then circle one of the houses and wake the residents. “Sound the alarm! The regulars are marching on Concord!” I shout as I canter around the houses. There’s usually a pretty good crowd of people gathered to watch and my horse is a crowd pleaser; a big black bay who really looks impressive in the twilight.

The first year I rode I had no idea what to expect. My horse is not particularly used to crowds and certainly has had no experience with musket fire. I’d taken him to the site the day before and done a ride through so he’d had the chance to sniff noses with the goats who lived near the historic house, and made peace with the tarpaulin covering the logs where we needed to ride off. At the actual event, he was a star! No spooks or hesitations. He certainly enjoyed hamming it up. During the musket fire, he stood like a champ. It was the drums that sent him over the edge! Go figure.

It has been a thrill to participate in the program and I feel honored to be invited back. It has given me a new appreciation of my town’s history and the role that the residents played in the American revolution. Plus, I get to wear the great cape every year.

Goldilocks and the 31 Saddles

Looking at the equine on-line forums, it appears that many of us equestrians have “collections” of items. For some it is blankets, or saddle pads, or polo wraps. For me, it is saddles. At last count, I am astonished to find that I have owned 31 saddles, although, luckily, not all at one time.

It wasn’t always the case. I owned my first saddle, a Hartley Galaxy, for more than 15 years. I bought it when I was 14, with babysitting money. It was flat as a pancake and it was perfect. Everyone at the hunter barn I rode at had a flat saddle (preferably a Crosby Prix de Nations, but the Hartley was a decent facsimile). We scorned the Stubben Siegfrieds with their big knee rolls. Who needed that! I loved having my own saddle, even if I didn’t have my own horse. I was a working student and I used that saddle on every horse I rode.

In fact, I continued riding in that saddle well into my next discipline, eventing, which I took up in my early 20s. A taste for cross country jumping gave me some insights into why people wanted those big, honking knee rolls. I caved in and had small knee blocks added under the flap for added security. I also bought my very first dressage saddle, a Kieffer. The leather was a rather appalling green color when I bought it, barely used. Luckily the color became more acceptable over time.

A few years later, these saddles took up residence in my closet while I pursued a career. I didn’t dust them off for nearly 9 years.

In my early 30s, when I started to ride again, I found the Hartley to be, well, flat. Too flat. Truth be told, the saddle that fit me so well as teenager was also a tad too small for me as a desk-bound adult. So I traded it for a saddle that I would have scorned in my youth: a Kloster Schonfeld with big honking knee rolls that were like wearing a seatbelt.

As my riding has evolved (I’d like to say improved, but that’s debatable), I found that my taste in saddles has changed. I’ve tried saddles with deep seats and blocks, flat seat seats and monoflaps, treeless and treed. In order of ownership, the total is:

Hartley Galaxy
Kieffer Dressage
Stubben Romanus
Prima Suisse
Bond Street Dressage
Kloster Schonfeld
Albion Original Comfort A/P
Crosby Prix St. Georges Dressage
Rembrandt Dressage
Stubben Siegfried Extra
Prestige Dressage
Roosli Pilatus*
Spirig A/P
Ainsley Chester
Courbette Pandur
Ainsley Pro National
Wintec Pro Jump*
Tony Slater Jump
Barefoot Cheyenne Treeless
Jeffries Flyover
Wintec Pro XC*
Torsion Extra Light Treeless
Passier Military Jumping Saddle
County Extreme*
Schleese Peter Gray
Freeform Treeless*
Stubben Scandica MF Special
Ideal Lightweight
Wow jumping saddle
Stackhouse jumping saddle
Heather Moffett Fheonix GTS

The good news is that there are plenty of saddles left to try. And plenty of people who want to buy my old saddles. Each saddle promises to offer you perfect balance and the chance to achieve harmony with your horse. I love the craftsmanship and the quality of leather. I am intrigued by saddles with monoflaps because of their close contact feel and by saddles with knee and thigh blocks because of the security they offer. I like riding treeless so that I can feel my horses’ backs. I guess I just crave the novelty.

* These are the saddles I still own.