History

Well howdy, dear saddlepals. Hope you’re having a cozy late autumn Sunday.  I’ve a few thousand ponies hitched, all saddled and ready to mosey. Shall we take a ride into

I must apologize up front. Certainly, I don’t plan these adventures. But do be warned. There’s are more than a few vistas facing us not for pearl clutchers or the

Howdy, Pilgrims. I only get to say that once a year, around Thanksgiving, so as Jack Lemmon once said in “The Great Race,” “Pardon me mistuh pahdnuh…”  We’ve got a

Do you know what I absolutely love about this time of year? Except for the rare short heat wave, we have about 250 really pleasant days ahead before the punishing

Yipes, we’re in this netherworld, stuck between Halloween and a big election. Best way to relieve the stress, I feel, is to hop aboard a noble steed and visit the

This certainly has been a fast-moving year. Seems like it was January but 20 minutes ago and here we are, flirting with Halloween. Then Thanksgiving. Then Christmas. Then 2023. That

We’ve got a brand new time rider to add to the posse of immortals. Our dear friend and Kind Legend of The Way Station, Jose Sanchez, made his transition a

  Make sure you stretch and the canteen’s full. That’d be with water, not latté. We’ve an epic trail ride ahead.  This morning, we’ll be riding into yesteryear, paying our

Well saddlepals. It’s Saturday morn and I’m standing out here amidst a string of 10,000-plus snorting, saddled horses. I certainly could, but wouldn’t want to ride each one myself, so

How did we get so lucky? Another grand and glorious Santa Clarita morning awaits, saddlepals.  On this time ride through our cherished local history, we’ll be inspecting three of the

  Remember how I kept popping off in recent weeks about how it was going to rain this year in August? Dadgummit if I didn’t miss it by a few

Can’t seem to recall starting off our weekly time travel ride into SCV history with the promise, “This morning’s going to be a tepid and boring trek. Best you just

There’s one story I particularly NEVER want to revisit. But we’re headed there this Saturday morning, trusty saddlepals. We’re visiting the worst fire in the history of the Santa Clarita

Well bless your hearts, all you dear friends, neighbors, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Thanks so much for braving the devil’s anvil of a Santa Clarita August and joining me. We’ve a