got to Carrizo and the Mojave this weekend:
Mr MTERK joined me ... moonrise over his KTM 890 and tent and my fave camp spot in the Temblor Range.
late-ish March worked well for us with the wildflowers, we got to see orange, yellow and purple wildflowers this weekend, and got a really good look at a herd of resting pronghorn antelope just south of Parkfield.
on Saturday morning, Mr MTERK headed off to Yuma to meet up with Mr greenhornet, Mr mjj and Mr Frisco to begin their SoCal BDR adventure, and I headed off toward Trona Pinnacles and Death Valley. the killer app for the Carrizo Temblor Range camping spot I like is for through-riding on my way somewhere else.
pic is the Tehachapi end of
Comanche Point Road which is where I headed after seeing Mr MTERK off at the Sinclare gas station in Taft.
Mr MTERK, at the famously incongruous Elkhorn Road street sign in the Carrizo Plain, loaded for SoCal BDR shenanigans.
turns out he’s a super-nice guy (we had only known each other from our BARF posts) and an old motocross racer, and much better rider than I am, which I found out because I made him take the lead a couple times on our ride from the Parkfield Cafe to Carrizo.
(we also almost met up with Mr Weeweno?, but he wound up having his own adventure in the eastern Sierras. next time!

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anyway, Comanche Point Road is still there, and still cool, I can report today.

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I made it to moar wildflowers in the Mojave Desert, just east of California City, before the KLR stopped answering the call of the starter button.
that’s the “Some Gave All” memorial. I neglected to take a pic of the gentleman in the visitor book in the box, who I guess the memorial is for, thinking I’d be able to find it easily on-line, but no luck.
I’d ridden east fast enough to stay out of the forecast rain, but after an elderly couple gave me a push to bump start the KLR in a rest area on Hwy 58 near Barstow, I had to ride back west and into and through the rain in Bakersfield and then again on I-5 to get my silly self returned to Lower Haight. an over-twelve-hour day on the KLR, ouch, gassing up three times without being able to turn the engine off to finally extract myself.
never a dull moment with SFMCjohn.
see you around a campfire, maybe at StonyBARF, if I can recall the KLR starter to its duty.
