Thursday afternoon we packed and were on the road to Frandy Park Campground for a weekend of fun at Kernville Kampout. Kernville Campout is an annual motorcycle ride hosted by Biltwell at the Kern River. It’s a weekend dedicated to riding motorcycles with your friends and having fun.
Summertime campouts: dusty boots and collecting branches for a cackling fire that usually is maintained until about 2am when everyone has had too many beers and too much whisky to care. We curl up in Mexican blankets on the sand and roast sausages with the hum of Credence Clearwater Revival or The Scorpions in the background.
Date shakes. Counting Joshua Trees. Wind blown hair. Some ’80s song plays on the radio. We drive for hours with the windows down. We’ve put 128 miles on the odometer. The roads carve their way through boulder passes and expansive areas of cracked earth and sand. We collect memories in roadside diners and watch the heat dance on the asphalt. The allure of the desert is something that’s never faded for me. The dusty skylines and endless miles of quiet terrain that seem to come alive at night bring me peace.
The art of simple, roadside cooking is an underestimated skill. For those of you that enjoy traversing the wilderness, this talent will come in handy when you’re dying for a hearty meal after a long day, but you’re surrounded by wilderness.