A twist of the wrist and I'm off again..
Into California and South to get around the smoke and fire in Yosemite..
Coming from the land of 100-pound rectangular bales and 1000-pound round bales, these seem to make a lot more sense.. But hay..
I finally make the turn Westward, some miles North of Mojave, into the hills..
Very light traffic and the road is fun on the V-Strom..
West of Bakersfield the road is single-lane through a landslide go-around, and waiting for our turn to move is a sweaty proposition. I'm at the lowest elevation since crossing the Mississippi, which kind of blows my mind, but it's all good and I'm happy to be a part of this day in California..
I only stop once on the run up through Fresno, and that's to re-hydrate.
Once past Coarsegold the traffic dwindles to nearly nothing and I enjoy the empty road a great deal. I got behind one RV who took the first pullout to let me by. Good times.
Camp is setup just inside the park, and I call it a day..