Rollin’ on Kern River
One summer a few years ago, before the California drought, we spent a lovely long weekend of floating at the Kern River, outside Bakersfield, California. The town is duly named, as you could fry an egg on the sidewalk there. The best place to be was in, on or near the Kern.
The river was way up that year, due to all the rains and snow melt. And river tubes have come a long way from those beefy black tire tubes. Fun, fun, fun! As with any endeavors in Mother Nature, one must respect the river and be constantly aware, as it’s easy to get swept into low-hanging branches along the bank. Safety first!
You can see that the surrounding hillsides were burnt blonde and yet everything next to the river was a verdant green.
We had two or three river runs every day. We splashed around, conversed, laughed, and even shared a little Air Poetry. (This is an invention of mine that I have been practicing for several years now as a form of entertainment.)
As any child knows who spends all day outdoors under the sun, there is a time for splashing, a time for floating, and a time for snoozing. All good things under heaven.
If you’re interested in a rafter’s view of a river – the Merced – check out this helmet-cam video shot by my husband, Mark Schulze.