Sunday morning we woke up before the butt crack of dawn. Time changed to daylight savings time so we lost an hour. 5am is way to early to be awake. We packed up our stuff and headed back to Kernville. We had breakfast at Cheryl’s Diner. Then we headed up the road to go rafting. Rafting was awesome. We did some class III and IV rapids. Ate lunch then did some more rafting. We finished at 2:30pm and were on the road to Ontario by 3. I would classify the ride back to Ontario as a somber moment. People had a great time and didn’t want the feeling to away. In many ways, it was a moment of pure blissfulness.
We arrived at Ontario International Airport and unloaded the items we were taking with us. The cars left so fast that Hanway didn’t have time to get all his stuff and had to wait for the drivers to come back before he got his sleeping bag, pad, cell phone, passport, and wallet. I waited for a little while, then headed to the gate. Jeff came through a little while later. We said our goodbyes and I asked potential prom date#2. It was a no go…0 for 2. We hopped on our plane and took off for LAX, a short 11 minute 50 second flight, the shortest in the United Fleet.
After we landed, I had a short chat with the pilots. They asked about what I was doing and then inquired about the San Juan Islands. From LAX, we caught a Canadian Air Jet to San Diego, arriving at the commuter Terminal. Jeff’s cousin, Rica, and her boyfriend, Luke, were right there in the terminal waiting for us. It was a welcome surprise since, non passengers are usually not allowed in the terminal. We stopped at "In-N-Out" and then went to their apartment and went to bed.
I woke up the next morning, Monday took a short shower, had some real food and read the newspaper. Then Rica dropped is off at the San Diego International Airport.
It had just rained the entire night non stop and just about everything was wet. We quickly rolled up the tent and shoved all our stuff into the lone cargo van. We then proceeded to the shelter for donuts and juice.
Nate Fihn had the rather ingenious idea of sleeping under the shelter. About an hour later we took off and headed towards California. We stopped at a rest stop, in the middle of nowhere, and Needles before finding Lake Buena Vista, just outside of Bakersfield, the methlab capitol of American. We had pasta for dinner, that turned out to be a rather tasteless adventure. Everybody slept outside, letting the tents dry out.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of birds repeating the same chirping signal over and over again. We ate breakfast and repacked out entire bags, putting everything we needed in our day pack, and items and food we didn’t need in our hiking bags. We left around noon and headed towards Kernville and Lake Isabella. Kernville is a very small town of 1,800 people. However, they have a very rich history, a facet I go to see when I went to the Kernville Museum. Many Western movies and even an episode of Home Improvement have been filmed their. The entire group had dinner at Chyene’s and some people watched the Final Four on TV. Some of the people went back to the bus and when they open the back emergency door, there were two people inside drinking beer. The intruders got away, however, it appeared as though they did not steal anything. Some people speculated that they might have "done it" on the bus. We spent the night in Sequoia National Park, which happened to be closed. We spent the night there anyway’s because Rob said that the even though the park was "closed," they couldn’t not let people stay because it was a National Park and completely open to the public. That night myself and a few others witnessed some oddly illuminated airplanes at approximately 9:31pm and 9:41pm. I’m planning on calling the FAA when I get back.