Yesterday we managed to break Nic and X away from Fresno to go hot springs hunting along the nearby Kern River. It was gorgeous! Nothing but beautiful weather and rustic scenery. The river lies at the bottom of a steep canyon in the otherwise arid desert scape of central California. The four of us, along with their friend Nikki, spent the day driving lazily between Lake Isabella and the canyon walls in search of the illusive Remington Hot Springs. And it WAS a search... These springs are completely unmarked and are typically known only to locals. We arrived in the area at roughly 2:3o in the afternoon and didn't even find the thing until 8! Funny, even when we set out mid-day we never manage to find our way to springs until dark.
By the time we landed, we ended up crashing in on a bachelor party of partially clad, thoroughly drunk 40-somethings who were wiling away the man of the hour's last free days in sun and sulfur. The company was "mixed" to say the least - but festive! Then again, that's part of the whole experience! You truly never know what ilk of man you will meet. Thai and I settled into conversation with what must have been Al Yankovic's Puerto Rican cousin who was more than interested in our travel plans. We had to refuse the invitation to stick around for the bon fire, however, as Nic and Nikki were growing a bit uncomfortable with some of the partiers. Somewhere between the middle-aged nudity and intermittent drunken leers/jokes, we lost them.
All-in-all, a wonderful day. And now we know where to find the hot springs for the return trip. We'll just make sure to get there during the day!
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