Richard Vogel and Cloudio entered the ring for the first time that day. It was the second round of the BMO Nations Cup at Spruce Meadows and the German Team...
Holy—! I have just finished watching what was probably the craziest five-star Grand Prix I’ve seen as a show jumping owner, journalist, and fan! We had a field of 40—and...
I’ve turned melancholic. I sit in a chair facing the sea, unmoving like a sentry. I spend long minutes, maybe hours, watching the water and trying to find words to...
“Just don’t have a temper tantrum,” says my editor. “I doubt I can avoid it,” I reply. “I’m so petty.” I’m at the Jumping Dinard in Bretagne (Brittany), France. The...
They’ve done it—Richard Vogel and the freak-of-all-freaks United Touch S have taken the gold in the European Championships with a history-making winning score of 0.01! That translates to five clear...
Thibeau Spits is shaking. He’s standing with his teammates, winners of the team gold medal at the European Championships. He’s holding a microphone and he’s supposed to be answering a...
Scott Brash Hello Folie Scott Brash Hello Folie Brash Folie Brash Folie Brash Folie Folie Folie..! What will my editor say if I write only this? If I turn in...
The European Championships are upon us! An exercise in endurance for the horses and riders and an exercise in arithmetic for everyone else. The European Championships are held every two...
On the edge of the arena, a young woman wearing a brightly-colored jacket of red, white, and blue jumps up and down cheering, throwing herself joyfully into the arms of...
It is a veritable smörgåsbord. I am looking at the program for the Falsterbo Horse Show, part of the Rolex Equestrian Series, a collection of the world’s best shows. Falsterbo...
It was at La Baule, France, in the Riders Restaurant, where I threw my hat down on the table and proclaimed it an embarrassment. “I need a Team Fuchs hat!”...
I’m sitting on my bed at home in Wellington, Florida. I have been tasked by my editor to indulge in what I’m terming “remote reportage,” the job of covering the...
Oh, La Baule, I love you so much. Jumping International de La Baule in La Baule, France is a perfect horse show. There is one ring, one beautiful grass ring....
It is a truth universally acknowledged that one can be brilliant at riding a horse or brilliant at love-making, but not both. “And I don’t ride,” I often add suggestively...
“McLain.” The old man was looking me dead in the eye. We were both perched on the edge of wide stone steps that formed an oval amphitheater with a wide...
