Sunday, April 25, 2010

Rancheros Vistadores

Its that time of year again. Epicurean Cowboy is once again proud to participate in the Rancheros Vistadores 2010 Ride. We look forward to serving some of the finest people we have ever met. If you are unfamiliar with the Rancheros Vistadores Ride well......... that's fine. Rancheros Vistadores translates to Visiting Ranchers.  We must tell you as people that have worked with this ride for more than twenty years there really is NO Way to describe the emotion and camaraderie experienced while amongst these fine fortunate men. The following is just one of the many articles available online that discuss What? Rancheros Vistadores is.
Do The Rancheros Visitadores Rule America?


The Learjet smoothly cruised to a stop on the taxiway at tiny Santa Ynez airport, after a short, searing touchdown on the streaked asphalt strip pilots know as Runway Two Six.

The door stair swung open with a pneumatic hiss. A lanky man in denim, boots and cowboy hat sauntered down the steps, and casually tossed his duffel and a rifle case on the ground.

A Ranchero had arrived.

Not all of the Rancheros Visitadores arriving this week have their own jet, but they all share membership in a group with an undeniably rich cachet. Ever since the all male riding group was born in 1930, brainchild of cowboy artist Edward Borein, it has been the domain of wealthy, powerful, connected men from all walks of life. The name means "visiting ranchers."

It's among the ultimate in exclusive networking opportunities, some say second only to the storied Bohemian Grove retreat held annually in the redwoods 65 miles north of San Francisco. Herbert Hoover called the Grove gathering "the greatest men's party on earth."

Prophetic professor G. William Dornhoff of UC Santa Cruz asked if Bohemians and Rancheros ruled America in his 1967 tome Who Rules America? His conclusion: They'd like to.

Sure enough, in 1981, Visitadore-Bohemian Ronald Reagan ascended to the Presidency of the US. For eight years, a Ranchero was in the number one saddle in the world.

Bohemian and Yale grad John J. Mitchell, a director emeritus of United Airlines and husband of Lolita Armour of the famed Chicago meat packing family, ran with Borein's inspiration, structuring a Bohemian Grove on horseback for 1930. Numerous carriages now in the SY Museum came from Mitchell, who used them on the annual rides.

The Mitchells owned the 12,000 acre Juan y Lolita ranch on Refugio Road on the Santa Ynez River, including a sprawling, 10,000 square foot hacienda later acquired in turn by Jimmy Stewart and Dean Martin.

The RVs start the annual week long outing at the Jackson Camp on Alisal Ranch, riding to the Mission Santa Inés Saturday for a blessing by a priest. Then, to the call "Ride, Rancheros, ride!," they hit the dusty trail towards Lake Cachuma, on horses aglitter with silver tack, over 700 strong.

Clark Gable, Walt Disney, Art Linkletter, Thomas Storke, Eisenhower's Assistant Secretary of Defense, Charles Finucane; Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo astronaut Wally Schirra, Reagan's Secretary of the Interior, William P. Clark; Marine Corps Commandant and member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Paul Kelley; and many, many more have enjoyed the ride, as members or guests.

Entry to the exclusive club, which emphasizes a common love of horsemanship and the outdoors, is by invitation only. There are different categories of belonging, and full membership may take years. Within the club are sub-camps with their own names, including Los Borrachos, Los Chingadores, Los Flojos, Los Bandidos, Los Tontos, Los Amigos, Los Piscadores, and Los Vigilantes. There are said to be over seventeen in all.

Safe in the closed camps along the riding route, some members delight in acting as outrageously as possible, but nobody's talking on the record. "Whiskeydore" stories are hard to verify. After all, who'd want some of the richest, most powerful men in America mad at you?

"You wouldn't believe what goes on in there," a wide-eyed videographer once hired to document the revels claimed. In 1997, a miffed wife talked of a breakfast served by topless waitresses. Photos of a rider who liked to wear a Nazi uniform slipped out in 1969.

In town, teenage waitresses have been reduced to tears by the vacationing cowboys. Others report generous tips. Hotel manager Hazel Sechler said of the Visitadores' 1958 visit, "I never was much afraid of anything after that."

A broken rider too inebriated to speak for himself was reportedly once sent to the local hospital with a diagnosis and prescription penned on his bare chest by a physician member.

On May 7, 1988, a Visitadore from San Francisco died at the Mollekroen bar in Solvang after being decked by a local welder in a midnight melee. The autopsy blamed an aneurysm.

Their meals are catered, and the entertainment is first class. "Minstrel of the Range" Don Edwards, "the best purveyor of cowboy music in America today," according to Bobby Weaver of the National Cowboy Hall of Fame, was one performer at 2004's party.

In 1955, co-founder J.J. Mitchell, ending 25 years as El Presidente, wrote "All the pledges and secret oaths in the universe cannot tie men, our kind of men, together like the mutual appreciation of a beautiful horse, the moon behind a cloud, a song around the campfire or a ride down the Santa Ynez Valley. These are experiences common on our ride, but unknown to most of our daily lives."

"Our organization, to all appearances, is the most informal imaginable. Yet there are men here who see one another once a year, yet feel a bond closer than between those they have known all their lives."

We would like to thank thegargiulos.blogspot.com for providing the fairly accurate description of a truly "One of a Kind Event"
and as a small business owner in Santa Barbara County we like to Thank the Rancheros Vistadores for supporting our local economy and visiting our beautiful area once again. "Ride on Vistadores Ride On!"

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for the memories. I was one of the kids in the 70's that would jockey for position at the Mollekroen to hold the reins of a Vistadore's horse while they went inside an imbibed. Never did we get handed less than a $100 dollar bill, nor did we know the global power of the men who were quite drunk.

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