The campsite we chose was the same as the one I stayed at last fall. It's a peaceful spot in a sandy area along the river. The Kern was raging with ice cold snow melt. At night, the Milky Way was the brightest I think I have ever seen it.
Pete spotting a checkerspot butterfly along the side of the road.
On Saturday, we took a hike along the Kern a few miles to the north of where we camped. All in all, we probably did about 10 to 12 miles. It was very warm in the valley, warm enough to warrant an ice cold plunge into the river. To stay in longer than a second would probably deliver an instant heart attack due to the freezing temperatures of the river!
Pete catching giardia (above)
Saturday night, we camped near Lake Isabella. We had a friendly homeless African American man as a neighbor. In the morning, I talked to him for a while. He said he had earned a degree in biology a long time ago and was contemplating going back to school to earn his PHD. Whether that was true or not, I cannot say. He said he just couldn't be around people all that much. He tried applying to several different colleges around the nation, receiving financial aid, but "it just didn't feel right" he kept saying. He said he preferred to be out in the country as apposed to the cities. Later in the morning I saw him putting on a life jacket. He told me he was contemplating swimming across the river because he wanted to see the mountains on the other side. Thankfully, he never jumped in, but he said he was probably going to try next week sometime. Overall, he seemed very content to be where he was. Pete left him a bag of Cheetos and gave him an apple as we left. The man gave me advice to treat my newly formed poison oak on my legs as we said goodbye.