Positively and simply staggering, how time flies. First Saturday of August. Each of you ask yourselves what you’re doing with your lives. Make a slight face. Shrug. Say, aloud, “Well

Amen boy howdy. The thermometer gods have been most kind so far this July. Almost August and it’s been downright pleasant and then some. We’ve a most interesting trek ahead

Hope you didn’t have one of those “Lost Weekend” benders of a Friday night, dear Santa Clarita saddlepals over the age of 21. Top of a July Saturday morn to

Well. Somehow, here we are, summer. Belly of the Beast. Hope you don’t mind. I’ve installed personal equestrian misters to spray a gentle ghosting of refreshing water over us as

You’ll excuse me if I’m still a bit sappy and bursting with pride. But I feel rather lucky to be an American. We’re not perfect as a country or a

Top of June’s last Saturday morning to you, dear saddlepals. I’d step into the entryway, but I’ve got the spurs on and, no offense, I’d rather not leave those thousands

Awaiting us this fine June Santa Clarita morn is a most interesting trek, filled with ghosts, local movies and the local Uth Am River. We’ll also tip our cowboy toppers

Top of a fine June morn, o fellow riders into the outback of local history.  We’ve a most interesting trail ahead, filled with gunfights, “grizzer” bears and one of the

A happy first Saturday of June, in the Year of our Lord, 2025. I put, “Year of our Lord” just to irritate any ACLU attorneys who happen to be trailing

Oh. And regarding the headline? Not to forget the birthday of Newhall Land (& Farming Co.) Eesh.  O the months turn into years. Seems like we were all making our

Warning to you saddlepals right up front. Don’t turn your back this morning on one particular varmint we’ll be visiting on today’s trail ride through Santa Clarita history. We’re going