Hope you time travelers brought along a pillow for your saddle this morn. We’ve an extra-long journey ahead, saddlepals. There’s no time to waste, so let’s giddy-up into a most interesting trail ride into the backcountry of our rich, Santa Clarita Valley history …
Here’s an interesting tidbit. The Internal Revenue Service, like Hamlet, is deeply studying whether or not they should do something. Specifically? They’re pondering if they should add a question onto
We’ll be politely riding past a few local Native American villages on this morning’s trail. Relax. The names are sometimes tough to pronounce. Let me do the talking. You saddlepals just smile and
I’m lucky to possess the cutest button of a niece. She turned 4 last week. Remember 4? I don’t. In a blink after birth, we somehow make it from precious
It’s been an absolute glorious May so far. The creeks are running. Temperature is under four digits. Stars in the sky at night and sun’s out during the day. Fresh air and smiles are free.
It’s safe to say that 99.99999999% of us who use a computer daily for our work are easily distracted. In the midst of the mind-melting tedium of employment, self or
Happy post Cinco de Mayo, saddlepals. Hope you’re having a restful weekend morn, and, if you’re amenable, I’ve got the horses and vortex if you’ve got the time (which, I might point out, if we’re traveling through
Without actually naming names and apologies to several ex-wives and girlfriends, I’ve always had a thing for big, hairy creatures. Wince. Duck. I love 1933’s original “King Kong.” Some intern/maroon
Thank goodness, as fellow saddlepal John Duarte points out, that, “… time, like your uncle, is relative.” It can’t be May already. Wasn’t January just 20 minutes ago? This morning, we’ve a most interesting adventure ahead,
Over the years, the question arises: “What’s the biggest problem facing the world today?” When I was little-little, the answer was easy. “Bullies” or “There’s no food in the house
This weekend morn is one of those trail rides back into Santa Clarita time where you just shake your head in amazement and say, “Boy, howdy …” As a matter of fact, in an effort to somewhat
DEAR RICK — Buddy! Where the heck ARE you? As if I don’t already know. We are long overdue for one of our clandestine lunches. I seek legal advice and
This is one of the greener springs and a beautiful day for a trail ride back through the time portals of one of the most historically significant spots in all of America
The concept that we carry within us the seeds to our own self-destruction is certainly not a new concept. The novelist James Baldwin once noted the sentiment, as did “Star
Tip of the O’Farrell (for you non trail-riding Santa Clarita Valley newcomers, that’s like an upscale cowboy hat?) and top of this fine, April morn to you, saddlepals. We’re about to enjoy a most riotous spring just around the corner. As far as
I seem to have picked up a bad habit. Well. Another one. It’s happened the past few months. It’s completely age-inappropriate. Somehow, the word, “Dear …” has snuck into my daily
The politicians used to blame Daylight Savings Time on the farmers, but the farmers didn’t particularly care what time the clock said. They were up at sunrise. Alas and alack, we’ve misplaced an hour
So. Granted. I’m terribly prejudiced. I’m forced to drive down the hill from Bouquet Canyon to reach the yawning civilization of Greater Newhall, what newcomers like to call, “Santa Clarita,”
If you’ve ridden more than a little, you’ve had an experience where you just drop your reins, hold your arms out and gallop with your eyes closed. This early spring of 2026, I’m recommending it for you more seasoned
One of my all-time favorite people is the editor of this paper, Tim Whyte. For decades, we’ve played on the same team of Journalism here at The Mighty Signal. The