October 1, 7pm Host: Northwest Montana Chapter of Back Country Horseman Location: Forest Service Supervisory Office 650 Wolf Pack Way, Kalispell, Montana Contact: President Rick Mathies – 406 752-2209
October 3, 7pm Host: Missoula Backcountry Horseman Location: Opportunity Resource Center Building 2821 S. Russell Street, Missoula Montana Contact: Dean Hoistad: 406-207-6067
October 7 & 8, Montpelier, Idaho A location and time has not been secured here, but if anyone would like to host a talk while I am in town, please email
October 10, Noon-1:15 North Logan, Utah Location: Utah State University Equine Center 3580 South, US-89, Wellsville, UT 84339 Guest Speaker in Equine Business Management Class Dr. Karl Hoopes, Instructor Host: Judy Smith, Instructor,
October 10, About 7:00pm Location: Utah State University Equine Center 3580 South, US-89, Wellsville, UT 84339 Pizza Dinner, Guest Speaker of Equine Human Bond Club Host: Judy Smith, Instructor,
October 11, 6pm & 7:30 pm Bridgerland Back Country Horsemen Fall Social Location: North Logan Library 475 E, 2500 N, North Logan, UT 7:30; Guest Speaker in Authors & Illustrators Program “Riding Into the Unknown: What I learned from 30,000 miles on Horseback” by Montana author and long distance rider, Bernice Ende. Host: Barbara Middleton, A&I Coordinator,
Lets pause for a sponsor break. Photos: 1 & 2…I used this cinch set up on Liska the other day. I am using the Tucker Trail Saddle and Outfitters Supply double cinch and it works SOO incredibly well, offers more stability when I have front and rear bags on. If I were traveling however I would have padded the cinch rings for more comfort. 3. The girls wearing Cashel fly masks making a bee line for Source Micro-nutrients. 4. The new Sikdo saddle pad, I am using with the Tuckers Trail saddle, The famous Sunbody Hat. and the best and safest horseshoe for long distance riding from the Blacksmith Shop.
5. A wonderful summer read, by Sally Wagner – “The Women’s Suffrage Movement” I had not realized until reading this book and another book about Lucy Stone that before the right to vote entered the public domain, women first had to have the right to SPEAK in public…more on that next posting. (painting by Ima Jean Harrison of beloved Claire Dog) Thank you so much all of you. I believe this will be a year of rest after that long book tour. But next year I do hope to reel in two – 500mile rides. Thank you all of you that stay in touch and who send emails or FB messages or who purchase my book. October will bring a few more talks as I head south for the winter, right now I am happy to be quietly passing a smoke free summer at my cabin. Happy Trails
I often times hear this, “ I bet you wished you lived 100 years ago.” Well, what did 100 years ago look like for a single woman, like myself?
The struggle had finally, FINALLY after 77 years of fighting for the right to vote, been won, just barely!
Native American’ were not guaranteed the right to vote until 1962!
Following the ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment, the battle
for the vote ended for white women. For African American women the
outcome was less clear.
The historical events of the suffrage movement calls out to me as it does because I realize so strongly that I couldn’t be doing what I do had not these brave women cleared my trail as they had.
me share this with you, it has happened more than once on my rides.
sat on a bench outside a lovely cafe, beautiful sunny, spring morning
in New Hampshire, 2015 – my return ride from the coast of Maine, the
8000 mile ride.
sat eating a delicious omelet that I’d ordered and taken outside
where I could keep an eye on Essie Pearl and Montana Spirit who were
tied to the dumpster near by, packs off, resting quietly.
tall woman, with dark short hair, 50ish suddenly appeared before me
standing stoically with a determined look on her face. She was
dressed modestly in pants, had a purse attached to her arm. Her
husband stood behind her silent.
“Are you one of them feminist,” she asked or rather demanded. “Excuse me?” I just wanted to eat quietly that morning. I replied. “Aren’t you that woman that’s ridin’ all around the country by herself, like she was a man or somethin’?” She wanted to know.
my I thought, here we go.
I said, “Do you vote?” “Well yes of course I do.” The woman, shifted her weight, a bit nervous.
“Do you drive a car, have your own drivers license? Do you have money in that purse of yours. And if your husband beat your would your leave him? I pursued. “Yes, Yes well so what of if?” She retorted with frustration. “You stand there in a pair of pants in front of your husband, speaking ever so freely and you call ME a feminist, looks to me like YOU’RE the feminist.” I was hungry and a bit annoyed with all this. She left with a huff.
I find this unfortunate – how we as women take for granted the rights, the freedoms and the ease with which we move in today’s world. It is a far cry from 100 years ago. “No,” Comes my reply, “I do not wish to have lived 100 years ago.” Nor shall I forget those courageous women who made my life possible, here I am a women doing long rides across this country. Yes you can call me a feminist!
Passed by Congress June 4, 1919, and ratified on August 18, 1920,
the 19th amendment granted women the right to vote.
19th amendment guarantees all American women the right to vote.
Achieving this milestone required a lengthy and difficult struggle;
victory took decades of agitation and protest. Beginning in the
mid-19th century, several generations of woman suffrage supporters
lectured, wrote, marched, lobbied, and practiced civil disobedience
to achieve what many Americans considered a radical change of the
Constitution. Few early supporters lived to see final victory in
On May 21, 1919, the House of Representatives passed the
amendment, and 2 weeks later, the Senate followed. When Tennessee
became the 36th state to ratify the amendment on August 18, 1920,
the amendment passed its final hurdle of obtaining the agreement of
three-fourths of the states. Secretary of State Bainbridge Colby
certified the ratification on August 26, 1920, changing the face of
the American electorate forever.
Every time I pass through this small western town my heart fills with the knowledge that at one time both of my great-grandmothers, my grandmother, and my mother (as a small child) have been here. They walked these very streets, looked out upon the eastern front of the towering Rocky Mountains, fought with the belligerent westerly winds, and surely must have experienced the same excitement I do of simply being in this wild, open country.
I will be back at the cabin by tomorrow.
My mind is far from settled. It continues to reel with thoughts from the book tour trail. The long 8-month route which covered 18 states affected me more than I thought it might, I think in part because the book tour truly became a “reunion tour”.
Ninety talks, and at nearly every one someone I’d met from a past ride appeared. Meeting once again with people who helped in one way or another during those incredibly difficult years when no one knew just how hard the journey I’d embarked on was because I’d always covered my face with a thin veil of strength and determination. I don’t think anyone knew how much I needed and appreciated the help offered me.
So the book tour in many ways became an opportunity for me to reach back and say, humbly, sincerely, “Thank you, I could not have done it without your help.” Offering a book in gratitude with hugs, laughter, and smiles upon faces I remembered. I repeated, “Yes I remember, I remember.” I shouted it many times, and it meant more than you can imagine to me. (I have a very good memory.)
The list is long, of those who reached out once again to make the book tour possible. You know who you are… those of you who set up talks, hosted my overnight stays, worked out dinner parties, made arrangements for my horses’ comfort, a mechanic when I needed repairs, or drove me to the talk so I could rest a bit. Assuring and reassuring me as I slowly, and I do mean slowly, drove my old ’69 Ford and two Fjords across the United States.
I sold a lot of books, covered my expenses, and most importantly came back rich with memories as I reached back once again to say, “To each and everyone whose path I crossed I send a hearty “Thank You, I could not have done it without your help.”
Just as in the old Western movies, Montanan Bernice Ende of Trego has traveled across North America passing from town to town on horseback, embodying an American legacy.
“You are an iconic, legendary, romantic image that comes riding into town,” Ende said. “… It’s a really powerful, powerful medium.”
She added that when people see her riding through their towns they are immediately interested and mesmerized. Doors open and smiles spread across peoples’ faces as she brings the image of a lone mysterious rider passing through their town.
Ende, better known as Lady Long Rider, is coming to Montana State University-Northern’ Hensler Auditorium in the Applied Technology Center Tuesday at 7 p.m. to talk about her book, “Lady Long Rider: Alone Across America on Horseback.”
Long riding is when an equestrian rides 1,000 miles or more on horseback. Ende said that when she first started on her journey 15 years ago, she didn’t know what long riding was, but always wanted to ride.
She started her book tour in November and has given more than 90 talks in 18 states, said Sarah Wilson, her book tour administrator.
Ende, 64, got off her horse for the first time in 15 years and is traveling for her book tour in her pickup truck, Wilson said. She is still traveling with her horses, but because of the commitments of her book tour is driving.
Ende said starting long riding was the end of a period of time in her life when she decided to stop teaching ballet, which she had been teaching since her mid-20s, and the end of a relationship that was not going anywhere.
“I got on my horse, I said, ‘I’m going to ride until I forget about this man,’” she said.
Wilson said that Ende started long riding when she was 50 years old, after teaching ballet for 30 years.
Ende grew up on a poor dairy farm in Minnesota and then left to attend college, but quit college to live on the West Coast, living in Portland, Oregon, Seattle and San Francisco, Wilson said. When Ende was 23 she became determined to learn ballet, taking a course for 2½ years to become a ballet teacher. She was married and later divorced.
After the divorce she moved to Trego, living in a cabin and teaching ballet in the community center to local girls and boys.
Wilson said that Ende was ready for a change and in 2005 took her first long ride to visit her sister in New Mexico, a grueling 2,000 mile ride. Wilson added that Ende was physically fit and was already an expert horse woman, but she was not prepared for a number of things involved in a long ride.
The first ride was hard, but was something that she knew she wanted to pursue further, Wilson said.
Since Ende’s first ride, she has now ridden more than 30,000 miles, Wilson said.
Ende said that she has seen a profound change in her life, living outdoors and living a singular life.
“I’ve really stepped away from what is normal in life and it’s changed me,” she said. “I don’t know, not always such a good thing but it’s what I’ve become. … For most people it is a lifetime dream, it’s something that they’ve always dreamed of, but for me it became my life, it’s just a way of living.”
She added that she dedicates her rides to her great grandmother, grandmother and her mother. The next book she has coming out includes more about her the women in her life who made her who she is.
Wilson said that Ende rides to encourage leadership in woman, to encourage leadership for women to learn, grow and explore.
“Her mom gave her the love of the horizon, her dad gave her, her can-do-ness,” Wilson said.
Wilson added that Ende has been featured in the New York Post, several different television news shows and newspapers. She also spoke to the Susan B. Anthony Organization in New York and will celebrate the centennial of women’s right to vote in New York, dressed as a suffragette and riding her horse in the parade.
Ende said that when she first started long riding she wasn’t doing it for any cause or reason other than that she loved to ride. But over the past 15 years, she has embraced her ability to inspire women to be fearless and encourage female leadership.
“I never started out thinking that I was riding for anything,” Ende said. “It was simply my love and longing for the ride. I just love to do it.”
She added that she also never thought about writing a book, but every ride was well-documented including her maps and notebooks from her time riding.
“Not that I thought I was going to write a book, it’s just that I just felt compelled to document everything,” she said. “… It wasn’t too difficult to put it together.”
The biggest change for her, she said, was when she reached 25,000 miles, after her 8,000 mile ride that took her from Trego in the northwest corner of Montana to the coast of Maine and back to the West Coast.
“I said, ‘You know what, now I’m going to call myself a long rider,’” she said. “I felt for the first time that I was seasoned, and I have never experienced that in my life, not even when I was teaching. Never did I feel like I was a seasoned ballet teacher. Now I could say that I was a seasoned long rider. I know what I’m doing now.”