History

Top of a wintry morning here in one of the absolute best spots on the entire globe. I chat with friends across the country. They’re shivering or shoveling snow. Here?

Well amen boy howdy, here we go, first Saturday in January 2025, on our very first time ride through the back canyons of Santa Clarita lore and history. Isn’t it

Sure hope Santa was kind to you and, more importantly, you were kind to one another over Christmas.  C’mon. Untangle yourselves from the blankets and open your peep holes. The

Any time of day or night, we have that ability to just rein our pony to a halt and just lean on the saddle horn, sit on our own personal

Smiling at all you saddlepals. In some, I see a smidge of stress. Beating against ears and souls, the insistent march of the imagined obligation of the holidays.  What say

Beautiful first weekend in December here in the riparian Santa Clarita. Perfect light blue skies, dotted with fluffy clouds, cool not cold. What a treat for all the blessings, from

Don’t blame me for your steed giving you that contrary and sideways stare. He or she is sizing you up to see if you put on 20 pounds since last

We’re in the midst of a most splendiferous morn, sky clear, temperatures perfect. Except for a couple of damp spots in our ride back through time, we won’t even need

We’re going to need a big checklist of items to take along on today’s trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history. That’d be like a working sidearm, a proper rain

Top of a glorious November morning to you, saddlepals and saddlepal-ettes. That suspicious softening in the east? That’d be dawn stretching. Hate to drag you out of your bunks, but

I applaud your autumnal holiday spirit but urge those in the gorilla suits to make sure your pony doesn’t mistake you for a grizzer bear. Said horse might buck you

A warning, amigos. This weekend’s trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history is not for the faint-hearted.  No.  That doesn’t mean you get to smack your lips in nubile satisfaction,