TEOTWAWKI wrote:I should have been killed on the Kern River road many times. My best time was 15 minutes and a few seconds at the start of the curves to the end. I guess it wasn't my time....My ex and I took a drive one night with the top down up the mountain and all the way around and down to Kennedy acres where all the nuts from the military weapons base lived off the grid. 150 miles...a memory I cherish with all those stars and brisk air . We had a picnic at the highest point at a little stop and view in the dark with not a soul for miles....
I grew up on those mountain roads, as I spent at least 3-weeks each summer up at Monanche Meadows (only accessible via Jeep, unless you're an extremely skilled driver in a 4WD longbed pickup), and I was fortunate enough to learn to drive off-road and on the Kern River Road and the North Fork Road as well. Treacherous, so far as paved roads go. I have always been grateful that we were taught how to really DRIVE and didn't just get stuck into automatic tranny sedans and get shown how to "go" and "stop." I *always* carry chains (not those worthless wussy cable "chains"), a shovel, axe, splitting maul, and a Pulaski, and burlap sacks (oh, and a basic tool set and fluids, of course) in case I get "
delayed." You're only "stuck" if you have to call for help to get your ass out LOL! The Lion's Trail (Isabella to the 58) and The Canyon (Isabella to Bakersfield) are no picnic either.
I have spent more nights than I can count up there in the backcountry in my secret spots (not in campgrounds) because I don't like to camp around other people. I prefer to be by myself when I go out there... peace and quiet, can see the stars (or meteor showers!) better, no one but the wildlife to listen to... That's the life, my friend. I don't take many people to my secret spots.
I once camped up at Baker Peak Lookout by myself. Although it was in the middle of summer, it was colder than all get-out! Because you have to shimmy all the way around the peak on the tiniest ledge of rock (which is forever breaking off under your feet, and which has a 1000+ ft drop below you) to get to the lookout, I obviously could not take much with me. So... I froze my scrawny ass off. But the clear, starry night and sunrise views were well worth it!
MAN, am I ever happy to finally be home! I do have to say that I miss fishing and EATING fresh fish on the Gulf Coast, though.