Start
North
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NE of Bakersfield, CA
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N 35.45901 W 118.90872
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S-N mi 9.9
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End
South
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SW of Bakersfield, & W of Stevens,CA
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N 35.30265 W 119.25692
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TrlLgth 25.5
Ride 27mi |
Ride hr 3:16 AVS 13 mph MXS 27 mph DST 27mi TMP 80-95 KCal 1585
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We left the Adelanto area a little after noon and got to the north part of the Kern River Trail just after two p.m. There were areas of the north half of the trail that were steep so I had Geoff drop me off at the most elevated part and I rode pretty much downhill to Hart Park Lake. The downhill component of the north end of the trail helped me set a personal best average speed of twenty mph. However, the south section of the trail was another story in that there was only subtle downhill sections. The southwest trail went fairly slow because there wasn't enough downhill to counteract a sixteen to twenty mph head wind. My average speed dropped to six mph and an overall average less than twelve mph. That still 12 mph isn't bad given my overall average speed for TAvRTO is 8 mph.
After living in Nebraska for ten years, I have learned of the beauty of grass. Even the
After living in Nebraska for ten years, I have learned of the beauty of grass. Even the
dormant wispy golden brown grass was pretty to this farm boy's eye. Some fields of grass along the trail appeared like the wheat fields of Kansas, with miles of grass and no fences. Because I made such good time, I was waiting for Geoff at Hart Park Lake ahead of schedule. I guess to enhance loading my bicycle, Geoff drove right up to the picnic table I was laying on. There was no one around but no sooner had Geoff driven onto the grass, when a park ranger pulled up and took out his ticket book. He was ready to write us a citation. I whined out my TAvRTO project and being from Iowa. It. worked. It wasn't long before we were talking about my forest fire fighting days in Oregon and Washington states---he was from Washington state. The ranger decided we were OK guys and didn't write a ticket.
I got through Bakersfield by four o'clock. Maybe because I was tired from battling a headwind that my appreciation of the Kern River Trail dropped a couple degrees. The Kern River is really not a river. The drought may have have something to do with it, but there wasn't any water to be found.along the bike trail. The whole river basin was full of scrub brush, tumble weed and a lonesome tree or two. I insert a picture of the river only as proof I got there.
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