Time Ranger (retired)

I trust you folks are doing well and are finding the blessings and gifts tucked between the hardships. I know I am. Getting time to work on that novel finally. Taking walks. Chatting with loved ones via the miracle of technology.

Aaahhh… Aaahhh… Aaahhh… A-CHOO! Just kidding. How the heck ARE you folks? Surely is nice to see you and isn’t it grand, with the miracle of time travel, we can

Hasn’t this just been so glorious — this March miracle of rain? The hills are going to be just riotous in the following weeks. We’ve got everything from earthquakes to

Sigh. Have to confess. I do, so, like the rain. If I were Emperor of the Santa Clair-reet, my first official act would be to make sure it rains thrice

I’ve some exciting news, saddlepals. I did a little digging and found out that the guy who invented Daylight Saving Time lives in Stevenson Ranch. All 20,000-something of us are

Amen boy howdy, are you saddlepals going to be insufferably smart after we finish this Sunday’s trail ride. Got tons of especially cool Santa Clarita historical trivia and at the

So terribly sorry. You certainly may bring your cell phones. You can even take pictures. Alas, for some reason, the images don’t survive the trip back so you’ll have to

Absolute Christmas treat to see you amigos, amigas, saddlepals, saddlepal-ettes and, my personal favorite SCV demographic: You People. Hope early February 2020 has been kind to you and you’re feeling

Top of a beautiful Santa Clarita Sunday morn. Nice to see you friends, neighbors, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. Time to time travel. We’ve a most interesting trek in front of us

Jiminy Christmas wasn’t it Christmas 20 minutes ago? Ditto for February 2019? Putting “BUY BRAKES” on my shopping list so we can apply them to time.

A happy Sunday morning to you, dear Santa Clarita saddlepals. As usual, we’ve a most interesting trek waiting for us. Just wiggle a left foot into the stirrup, hoist your fetching heinie up and into the saddle and direct your noble steed to yonder swirling black hole/time vortex.

Top of a wonderful and quite beautiful Sunday morning to you, dear saddlepals and saddlepalettes. As usual, we’ve a most entertaining trail ride into SCV history ahead, plenty of scenery, plenty of good companionship.

I shouldn’t mention the word, “apes” above a whisper. Might spook the horses. BUT, on this beautiful Sunday morn trail ride into the Santa Clarita Valley lore of yesteryear, we are not only going to bump into some (lowering the voice) “apes,” but the bona fide Lord of them.

You know, I had to playfully scold my dad to dress warm enough. Glancing over at the smiling gent on the brown and white paint, I can see he got the memo.

I know. I know. It’s going to take some old-fashioned get-up-&-go followed by one of our oldest friends, Moe Mentum. Climb out of them Posturepedics, sofa cushions and designer foam mattresses, you post-Christmas bunk huggers.

Hate to break the bad news. But when we time travel to the back canyons of the Santa Clarita of Yesteryear, you can’t shop. Well. You can shop. But you can’t bring back gifts through the time portal.

Not even winter but it sure feels like winter, don’t it, saddlepals? Nice thing about time traveling in cold weather is that you get to wear your best cowboy duds.

Yay, hooray, a yippee coyote and three chimpanzee backflips without losing my hat. Good to see all y’all.