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Doggone it saddlepals, just want to take my hat off and wish all of you a peaceful and Western Christmas coming this Monday.  Having said

​​​A crisp and cool Saturday morning in December to you, saddlepals. Just mosey over to The Mighty Signal’s hitching post and amongst the tens of

A warm and Western “howdy” to you, saddlepals. Or, should I say, a warm and Western — “hello?” Got a great little tidbit on that

This is always a discombobulating time of the year for me. It’s so profoundly beautiful, flirting with being warm. It can’t be that there’s only

Drat if there isn’t exactly a month until Christmas. I haven’t even remotely begun to think about shopping. If I can steal an old vaudeville

​​​Tip of the hat to all y’all thousands of saddlepals this wonderful Signal Saturday morn.  Those lids secure on the lattes? Got the sunglasses on

Seems we finally have some proper fall weather for moseying. Good thing, too. We’ve got a most interesting trail ride ahead through Santa Clarita history. 

Boy, howdy, do we have a most interesting trailride ahead, dear saddlepals. There’s intrigue, starvation, deprivation and hunters mistaking a steer for a squirrel.  HATE

​​​Absolute Christmas to see you, dear neighbors, saddlepals, newcomers and my treasured Worthless Sons & Daughters of the Wealthy Landowners, Santa Clarita Chapter. We’ve a

Santa Clarita surely is something. It’s nearly November and some of our friends and relatives in the Northern Climes are pulling out snowshoes. Here in

Top of this fine October fall morning to you, dear amigos and amigo-ettes. We’ve a most amazing trail ride through Santa Clarita Valley history ahead,

A glorious Sunday morning in October, isn’t it, saddlepals? I’d say a perfect morning to climb upon a fine, tall horse and do a little

Happy autumn to you, saddlepals. We’ve a most interesting trail ride through Santa Clarita history ahead.  There’s meth labs and gunfights, moonshiners, hermits and range

This is one of my most favorite times of the calendar — no matter what year — the beginning of autumn. Big, huge, giant sigh