Iron Side Up: Bass Lake Quickie

I had been wanting to make this run for a couple of years now; heck, since I got back on a bike in ’07 – it’s a ride I’d done several times on my old Honda CB500. Bass Lake is where my mom was raised and where our family had spent many wonderful vacations at all times of the year. I rode up to visit my grandparents and my cousin Lee’s family a few times and a couple of other times rode up to visit my mom during a Junior High Summer Camp that she advised. We had great fun loading the kids on the back of the bike with my too-large-for-them helmet and riding them around the camp. I can imagine trying that in today’s litigious environment; I would never get it by the Session (ruling body) at LCPC.

I had a small window of opportunity for this ride with my daughter’s family getting a cabin at the lake for a couple of days and I took it. The ride up on Friday the 15^th was most remarkable for smells; first the freshening air going up the grade to the Tejon Pass, then out along Hwy 99 and through the fertile valley where I passed the onion truck and dodged the skins flying off, same for the load of hay, and then there was the dairy farm with its pungent array fertilizer and methane. It was nothing like riding by Harris Ranch on Hwy 5 but still, it’s a dairy and there is no way except by holding your breath to hide from odors while riding.

With my 6a.m. KSU departure I made it in plenty of time to enjoy a low-traffic Friday and Hwy 41 and the roads leading into the lake were traffic light so that I only “had” to pass a couple of cars. I had 23 hours with Matt, Ashley, and my grandkids, Teya and little JJ. Jeremiah took a nasty tumble down the stairs while I was getting out of my riding gear and sported a half a hardboiled egg sized knot for rest of their mini-vacation – tough kid though as it did not deter him from trying to head butt me off the swimming dock later that day. We had a two-hour putt around the drought depleted lake on a 50hp pontoon boat for fun and then an easy and laid back dinner.

I had the kickstand up at 10 a.m. the next morning and did my traditional ride around the lake for a photo op on the dam. The ride home was more hectic with people trying to get home after their week away and everybody kept a frenetic pace until it was stop-and-go up the grade from Santa Clarita to San Fernando due to an accident. Even so, I made it home in a little less than 5.5 hours with a longish lunch stop.

It is not worth 11 hours of riding for a 23 hour visit, including sleep time, with your grandkids…said no biker ever. I had nice ride on a great bike to see one of my very favorite places with family. Can’t beat that.

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