Exploring Nowhere California, the Desert
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(69 votes)
Published: Feb 20, 2008 1:21 p.m.
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I went out to a place called Jawbone Canyon to ride until I couldn’t move my fingers (I, in fact, was going to write this yesterday but my wrists hurt to much.) My purpose was two fold. 1, there was a huge enduro race which I couldn’t have lived without competing in. I have no pictures of this, since whoever designed the course was some kind of sadistic devil worshiper who thought it was funny to include trails covered in huge rocks and endless sand wash. The second purpose? To take tons of pictures and share them with some of my friends who have never been to the desert. You people aren’t necessarily my friends, but I wanted to show off anyway.
Now, these pictures are in no real order, considering they are just taken at various points around a 150 mile area. So I have decided to write this egg like a cliche RPG.
It was a clear day when you set off for the city, but that quickly changed. As torrents of rain fell, you find yourself slipping in the mud, the mountain trail becoming more and more unstable as time goes on. One wrong step sends you tumbling into a deep hole, knocking you out as you impact the ground. You awake in a dark cave known as Burro Schmidt Tunnel...
A well lit area provides a bench for some rest, but you decide not to stop as the air is cold, and you must keep moving in order to stay warm.
There are large iron doors that lead to more paths, but so far they have only led to dead ends.
Finally, light.
Outside the tunnel, you are greeted by a large traveling party.
After bargaining for some time, you acquire a vehike suitable for transversing the treacherous terrain.
You ride for some distance, admiring the alien terrain.
After a few miles, you come across a small community, who give you something to drink. After talking with them for a while, you find that you were taken miles off course. They point you in the direction of a train station, but warn you that the path is difficult.
Along the first part of the trail, strange marking accompany you as you ride. You assume they are landmarks for some long unused road.
After cresting a hill, you find out what the villagers meant by a difficult trail.
After navigating through the rocks, night begins to fall. Up ahead is an abandon hovel, which you stop at.
After a deep sleep, the light of morning shines through the windows.
Before starting your day, you take a few moments to get your bearings by looking around.
After riding on a ways, you come to a dead end, as the trail seems to stop at the base of a large cliff.
Searching around, you find another more worn trail that leads to a small establishment. Relieved, you go inside the local bar. Inside amongst the drunk patrons are three men dressed in orange uniforms. Printed on the uniforms are the letters CALTRANS R R.
You exit the bar, looking for the tracks that must be close.
You don’t go far before the ground starts to shake beneath your feet and a large metallic noise consumes the air. Thinking fast, you hop aboard one of the cars near the end of the train.
The landscape changes dramatically as you pass through the mountains. Where there was reds and yellows now show green.
And soon even that gives way, to bustling urbanization. You get off as the train slows down to stop in a large station.
A few steps takes you into the heart of Tater Town (Or, to use the correct title, Bakersfield). Your journey is complete.
Ain’t there a couple members that live in Bakersfield? We call it Tater Town (like potater) cuz of the Steinbeck books about the oakies that live there. Hope you enjoyed this egg like thing. |
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 | Feb 20, 2008 3:44 pm -
Alright. The only cool part was the beginning with the tunnel. The rest was just boring.
But decent pictures, so 4* |
 | Feb 20, 2008 3:46 pm -
niccccccccccccce 5 |
 | Feb 20, 2008 5:55 pm -
i live in San jose. that close enouph? |
 | Feb 20, 2008 6:13 pm -
Nice, you can tell it is current by looking at the gas prices! 5* |
 | Feb 20, 2008 8:12 pm -
Damn that’s nice. |
 | Feb 20, 2008 8:32 pm -
5*s |
 | Feb 20, 2008 9:01 pm -
good lord, gas in california is expensive as hell. what kind of camera were you useing? 5 btw |
 | Feb 20, 2008 9:19 pm -
No where near San Jose, sorry. The town nearby Jawbone is Ridgecrest, which borders Death Valley.
Yah, the gas prices suck. In lost hills I was excited because I only had to pay 3.11 per gallon.
Camera? A cheap digital camera. Umm... A Olympus FE-100 |
 | Feb 21, 2008 8:25 am -
4* |
 | Feb 21, 2008 9:14 am -
good egg nice pictures but only one question...
where did the dirtbike go? did you take it back or ditch it?
*5 |
| Feb 21, 2008 9:16 am -
good egg nice pictures but only one question...
where did the dirtbike go? did you take it back or ditch it?
*5 |
 | Feb 21, 2008 9:37 am - Hell’s Ya....
Nice job great pics I Give it a STRONG 5 |
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