My daughter, Jamie, likes to camp with her horse. The
great outdoors holds many charms, and it’s easy to understand why she wants to
share it with her best buddy. It sure beats bouncing around a show ring with a
herd of stressed-out geldings and their hypercompetitive riders. Western
pleasure?
I think it’s
great that Jamie enjoys horse camping. But I’m not sure why she needs to leave
home in the first place. We already live out in the country. Isn’t our part of
the wilderness cool enough? And exactly where do you go to get away from it all
when you already live away from it all?
A Case of Consumption
Of course, modern camping isn’t about where you go.
It’s about what you take with you. Outfitting is the key. In my home state of
Michigan, the number-one tourist attraction isn’t Mackinaw Island or the Henry
Ford Museum. It’s Cabela’s, the super outfitter store. This place has everything
from self-inflating flannel aerobeds to tetragon tents to battery-powered
underwear. All real campers must have this stuff. Modern camping means things
are more important than places.
The reasons
behind this phenomenon are very complex and involved, but I’ll do my best to
explain them. So much of camping involves routine activities: eating, sleeping,
and performing various physical functions. These present challenges which, in
our consumption-obsessed culture, are addressed by purchasing equipment. Never
been good at lighting a campfire, but you don’t like cold hotdogs? Buy a Super
Deluxe Portable Camp Stove with an electronic autolight feature. Instead of
relying on our wits, we depend on the cleverness of equipment designers.
Like all good consumers, campers are always looking to
upgrade their equipment. The pup tent is a seed for a future RV. In time, the
sophistication and expense of the equipment make it the primary motivation for
going camping:
“We paid too much for that thing to let it sit in the
driveway, honey. And what about all the stuff in the garage? We must go
camping.”
Adding a horse to this milieu doesn’t simplify
matters. The Must Upgrade principle still applies. Like any other kind of
campers, horse campers evolve Darwin-like from simple forms — “give me my horse,
a blanket, and the stars” — to complex and impressive RV/horse trailer combos
that my family could afford only if we willing to live in one.
Creative Containment
It’s not a sin to have and want better stuff. But when
we’re talking about the safety, welfare, and continued captivity of a horse, it
is even more important to have the right stuff. Horses present special camping
problems
The biggest challenge of horse camping is keeping the
horse secure. Even the most grateful horses will wander off and start a new life
if not properly contained. My guess is that horses that get away would probably
be okay without us and would soon forget they ever had anything to wander away
from.
While the horse would be fine, the owner would not.
Most likely, the horse himself is a kind of upgrade (from a bicycle or a lesser
horse, for example) and so most horse campers are really keen about making their
animal stick around.
Containing a horse while away from home isn’t as easy
as some think. Horse camping takes plenty of advanced planning. You can’t simply
tie the poor horse to the nearest tree like cowboys on TV do and hope that
everything will be okay. TV cowboys are wrong a lot — especially when it comes
to horses.
If the campsite isn’t already set up for a picket
line, the camper must tie her own. Much has been written on this very subject,
and stormy debates have resulted. However, everybody agrees on one thing: You
need two ends to tie a picket line, the ends must be a reasonable distance from
one another, and they both must be solid and well-anchored. Like trees. Nature
doesn’t always provide this.
This is why Jamie is upgrading from a picket-line
situation to portable fencing. She’s starting out with a cheap, easier to use
elastic-fence kit. No doubt she’ll soon graduate to the portable aluminum panels
that fasten together to make a pen strong enough to keep her horse from
wandering away and making trouble.
Wish we had one of those when she was a kid.