We are promised rain tomorrow. It’s a little late for us though, as we’ve already trekked all the way to Mammoth and back last week to go skiing. Having prepaid for the hotel and booked the days of work, we couldn’t really sit tight and wait for the snow.
Usually during the winter the mountain passes across the Sierras are closed, so we had our route planned through Bakersfield, with an over night stop (prepaid through Expedia) there to break up the 8-9 hr trip around the southern end of the Sierra Nevadas.
Seeing how it hasn’t rained (which translates to snow in the mountains) since November, all the passes were open and the hills and mountain were bare but for a few frosty tipped peaks.
Refusing to be a “glass-half-empty” gal, I usually shove someone in the direction of the bar, or when I’m not being literal, I make the best of what comes my way.
Bakersfield seems to have a reputation for having nothing going on and is viewed as just a place to stay the night before moving on to bigger and better things. I’m not convinced that is fair, but since we did exactly what I described in the previous sentence, I don’t have a great deal of evidence to contradict that. I was surprised by the presence of those nodding oil drilling contraptions everywhere. Bakersfield has oil fields (as opposed to fields of bakers?!)
An unpleasant chemical odor pervaded the air and I was glad to be leaving that behind the next morning. It was good to be on the open road, this time in daylight, having left San Jose after sundown the day before.
And about ten minutes later we stopped again for this one! Would we ever get to Mammoth?