This is the continuation of my Santa Cruz trip taken at the end of July 2012. If you're just tuning in you can find the first two segments Here1 and Here2.
Monday morning brought a parting of the ways. My uncle and Ed were taking the short route to Lake Havasu, before heading onward to Prescott. My dad and I were going to go visit some of his old haunts before making the long trek back to Tucson. We said our goodbyes and then my dad and I were off.
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Our first stop was Bakersfield college. My dad was a student, and played football, at the college before heading off to UNLV. The campus is on a pretty impressive hill northeast of town. We stopped on a street called Panorama Drive so I could take a few shots of the oil fields off in the distance.
Memorial Stadium where my dad used to play ball. He started telling me stories of the practices and games as if they just happened yesterday.
Kern River. As we entered the canyon there are large signs that warn of the dangers of death if not careful around the river. Since 1968, until June of this year, there have been a total of 266 drownings. Supposedly making this one of the deadliest rivers in America. Not sure if that is true or not, but I slipped a little getting down to that rock. Maybe there are something to those signs.
Lake Isabella. This is at the man made dam on it's south side.
Randsburg. With the temperature hitting 100 degrees my dad wanted to go "drive around" and see if we could spot it. I wasn't keen on the idea. I'm glad that we did though. Randsburg is a pretty amazing place. After driving down the main street we thought we had spotted the gallery, so we turned around and parked. The gallery had a sign out that stated closed, but when my dad walked up to the door someone let him in. I wandered a bit outside to take some pictures.
www.soaztim.com, is always taking trips out to the desert and posting images of old gear left out in the middle of nowhere. It's kind of neat to see the old company names and dates.
here. My dad's friend is Greg Gilbert and if you like any of his art feel free to contact them. We met the owner of the gallery, Randell, who let us know that we had just missed Greg. As a matter of fact we had passed him coming into town. Randell called him up for us and my dad chatted over the phone for awhile. Since it was hot, and getting late, we would just have to come back to see him on our next trip.
For those of you who read the Prescott/Alpine post you'll remember my uncles old shovelhead Harley that was collecting dust in his garage. After seeing those pictures he decided it needed to be brought out into the daylight and given a bath. He texted this photo of it a few days ago. It's a sweet looking ride!
Until next time!