History

What the darn heck about this? Our very first trail ride through SCV history in the year of a few somebody’s Lord 2022. Nice to see you after so long. Seems like —

Merry Darn Christmas, dear saddlepals. Gifts, chow and rushing hither and yon, trust today is a peaceful one, as it should be. Can’t think of a better way to drop any

A warm and Western 2021 howdy to you, dear saddlepals. We’ve got a positively epic time ride through SCV history ahead. You might make sure you’re dressed for winter traveling. Horse riding is

Well happy first weekend of December in this science fiction-sounding date of 2021. Next thing you know, they’ll be inventing little flying saucers with cameras in them, electronic garage door

Hope you haven’t consumed so much turkey, pie and 48 pounds of complex carbohydrates that you can’t possibly climb into the saddle. Groaning tends to spoil moseying.  We have one of those rare moral

Howdy saddlepals. Hope mid-November is being kind to you. While it may be certainly non-Arctic Circle down here in the Santa Clarita, do make sure you take a fashionable and Western

Por favor, small favor? Before we start out on this week’s time ride through Santa Clarita history, would the gentleman 12 rows back on that little sorrel kindly turn down the volume

Heavens to Betsy, Bernice and Aunt Bea. This year of 2021 is evaporating quickly. Seems like the cold dry January was 10 minutes ago. Of course, what with us all

Whelp. This is the big weekend. If you live in Palmdale, make sure to set all your clocks back four hours Sunday morning. If you live in Santa Clarita, wait until

Brings a smile to my face, seeing so many familiar faces, friends, neighbors, people I’ve grown up with. It’s also a treat to see the freshly scrubbed and eager countenances

Isn’t this grand? Finally? Weather befitting a powerful and revered civilization like our very own Valley de la SClarita? We’ve a most excellent trail ride this morning, amigos, amigo-ettes and SCV 4-P (Picky

As we’ve been sometimes accused of providing imaginary horses for an imaginary trail ride, please let me share an imaginary letter to The Time Ranger from one long-time Newhall resident, Chris P. Bacon.  Dear