Adirondack Do Over
The petite bay filly stands quietly just inside the entry of her stall, dozing in and out on a quiet Thursday morning in Rick Violette’s barn. The main track has just begun its break, and the backside of Saratoga Race Course seems to slow down for a moment. Her ears prick as a visitor looms in the entrance, and she spins around, eager to accept a pat on the head. A golf cart whizzes by the corner stall and her ears flash right, seeming to notice the hay hanging for the first time and begins to nibble.




