I’ve moved a lot recently. Like a lot, a lot.
Because of my work with Grade1Racing the last two years, I’ve been in a new city every three months. This means a lot of living out of a suitcase and learning how to live in hotels that don’t have room service.
After a successful few months in Miami last winter, where we broke new ground by providing clocking information from Gulfstream and Palm Meadows, I finally decided it was time to hang up my wheelie bag and settle down in one central spot for the majority of the year.
Given how much time I spend in central Kentucky, Frankfort seemed the best choice. It’s halfway between Churchill Downs and Keeneland, plus the center of a triangle of airports that can get me anywhere in the world.
Plus there’s the benefit of being in horse country during foaling season. And is there anything cuter than baby horses?
I was reminded of the main joy of living in the bluegrass on my drive to Cincinnati last week to fly to the Belmont. Just past exit 58, there’s a spot along 64-E where you can see the paddocks of Gainsborough Farm perfectly clear to your right for a good 20 seconds if you’re driving a normal 65 miles per hour.
As the tree line broke and the paddocks came into focus, I noticed a mare standing on the ridge. It took me a second to realize that beside her, legs were sticking up out of the green, green grass.
It was a weanling ~ a horse no more than 3 months old ~ rolling from side to side. He didn’t do this just once. No, in the 15 seconds I saw, he must’ve rolled at least 5 times… just having a ball and being a kid.
Even though horses have been domesticated for some 5,500 years, there’s still something majestically wild about the species. And it’s a really beautiful thing when you can catch a horse doing something so raw, so natural. In that moment, you realize that we can make them run and jump all we want: there will always be an element of surprise in their behavior.
For me, it had the added benefit of reminding me that no matter where I go, wherever there are horses is home.