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Re: GERA, Part deux (kinda long)
Great story...don't stop!
I am I am remembering and laughing my sides off, you must have had nearly
all the experiencess at the same ride.. As a convertee to 50's and11,000
miles of them I still remember my determination to only be a 25 miler, and
someday I expect to return to said status
Joan Ruprecht AERC #2267
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Date: Wednesday, September 01, 1999 11:37 AM
Subject: RC: GERA, Part deux (kinda long)
>I'm getting closer. I see the sign to Dawson Forest and know I'm almost at
>my temporary home. My horse needs to get out of the trailer and I need a
>beer, even though it is ten in the morning. OK, maybe I'll wait till
>for the beer. I figure I'll be one of the first ones there so I should get
>Prime Camping Spot. I see the GERA Classic sign, make a right turn and
>realize that I was wrong about being one of the first ones there.
>Horse-Trailer City has already been created and it looks like I'm going to
>have to live out in the suburbs.
Greatstory, don't you dare stop, nowat11,000 50/l00 milemilesIcanstillrelate
>I get into a line with about 6 rigs in front of me, climb out of the cab,
>hope to see a friendly face. I find a really nice lady who leads me to a
>great shaded spot and tells me how much room I can take up. Dance Line has
>come alive and is pounding and making noises, introducing himself to his
>neighbors. I think he really enjoys camping out and making new friends. I
>start setting up his portable corral, cause I want a place to put him
>I unload. I notice how much cooler it is up here in northern Georgia,
>compared to central Florida, and am extremely grateful for the change in
>I soon discover that the ground here is kinda hard and sure isn't Florida
>sand. My plastic rods are bending up at the pointy end that is supposed to
>go into the ground. This is not a good thing. A lady next door tells me
>that this part of the forest used to belong to the military. She, also,
>threw in that they used the land for burying nuclear wastes. I can't tell
>she's making it up or not, but this information doesn't deter me and if
>trying to get me to relocate she'll have to do much better than that.
>I finally set up the corral, unload the horse and start on my tent. I want
>nap so bad, I forego the beer for now, knowing it would knock me out better
>than any sleeping pill. My Wal-mart tent is supposed to sleep six, so I
>figure I might be able to actually get my air mattress into it. I take my
>time erecting my brand new shelter, not wanting to cause a horse stampede
>from the flapping noise. With a little help from another neighbor, we
>actually get the tent erected, in spite of the instructions that are
>I offer my neighbor a beer, he accepts (this is a good sign) and later I'm
>off to bed, after pumping up my air mattress. I'm almost asleep when I
>suddenly hear this "BRAYYYYYY HEEEEE HAWWWWWW BRayyyyy HEEEEEE HAWWWWW"
>continues for atleast 5 minutes. Seems like I got a couple of Jackasses
>neighbors living behind me and they don't like the idea of me resting up.
>Either that or they were just welcoming me to Georgia.
>I wake up a couple hours later, feeling rested and awnry. I look up and am
>amazed that my tent is still standing and even looks like the owner (me,
>Rookie Camper extraordinaire) knew what he was doing. As I leave my tent I
>take a look around at my surroundings, knowing that nothing makes me
>than what I'm now seeing. This place has come alive with horse people (the
>only kind I seem to be able to relate to lately), horses, mules, donkeys,
>some ponies (oops, I think they were Arabs actually). Just kidding about
>ponies; grey Arabs rule here as usual.
>I wander over to the check-in table to register my horse for the 25. This
>ride also offers a 50 and, something kinda new to me, a 10, for newbies.
>head manager checks me in, her name is Angie, and she turns out to be
>extremely funny. She had me laughing so much I didn't even feel the pain
>writing the check to get me in the race. This lady would make one heck of
>This ride seems to have more men in it than most I've been to, but the
>is still almost 8 to 1, in favor of the ladies. Since my wife won't let me
>out of the South, I'm not sure if this is normal or not in the other
>but I find myself adjusting and kinda like all the female company (gotta
>sure wife doesn't read this paragraph).
>Well, let's jump to the ride briefing. Angie's running the show, and she
>still has her humor with her in spite of registering over a hundred riders.
>For those of you who think the 25 LD isn't part of endurance, it was the
>with the most riders. I really think you'll lose a lot of them if you
>eliminate it (the 25) or keep slammin those who enter it. I'm starting to
>think they may be the main brunt of your rides, but, hey, I'm still a
>so what do I know? The numbers are about 60 riders in the 25 mile and 33
>the 50 mile. I think there were about 15 riders in the 10 mile run. There
>were al lot of groans when Angie mentioned the forest people (Rangers, I
>guess) expected us to take the horse manure back home with us, but when she
>said, "Just do what I do," and she simulates rubbing it into the ground
>her foot, the groans turned into laughter and we got the idea. Angie
>mentions there will be a controlled start cause the first part of the race
>uphill and kinda narrow, some more groans came out, but they seemed serious
>about it and the subject was not open for discussion.
>I mosey over to one of my neighbor's campsite, have a few beers and lotsa
>laughs with them (they're fellow drunks and like to party) and then go to
>tent for an early night's sleep. The horses & jackasses (human & donkey)
>have settled down and were the most quiet I've ever heard at one of these
>things. I actually got some sleep and did not wake up until I heard the
>car/truck horn blasting and traveling down every side road/trail making
>any creature that sucked in oxygen was wide awake. As Angie mentioned, this
>person did an exceptional job and if anyone slept thru it they should get
>their hearing checked right away.
>After I'm awake for a few minutes I realize that I don't have one basic
>necessity that could be key to my survival here. COFFEE!!!! I forgot to
>bring any and start freaking out. Then I smell some brewing from my
>neighbors, the ones who like to party, and mosey on over and beg for a cup.
>Kay, the wife/girlfriend of the guy (Bernie) who helped me set up my tent,
>says I can get up off my knees, it's really no problem, and she provides me
>with a big ole cup. God really knew what he was doing when he invented
>Southern women. I'm so damn happy now I go over to my truck, turn on the
>and play the Cowboy National Anthem. Yep, you guessed it, Toby Keith's
>"Shoulda been a Cowboy" rang thru my section of ridecamp that morning.
>of the horses, jackasses, or riders (some of these may be related to the
>OK, the actual ride story is coming. But if you 50 milers and 100 milers
>don't kiss & make up, I'm not going to send it. You have me feeling that a
>25 ain't worth writing about!
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