Ok the Kern river rules. We went just outside of Kernville (some say "coincidence?") and it was fantastic. We were invited by another couple we've only hung out with a couple of times, but who are friends of friends, so it was worth the risk of high weirdness. They have a bunch of friends they like to camp (drink) with.
The river was fantastic and on saturday we stole Perry's air mattress after he passed out (at about 2 in the afternoon) and four of us attempted to ride it down the river. We were mildly successful for about 5 minutes, but we didn't realize that shortly downstream from our camp was a particularly ugly stretch of river. When we hit it we all fell off of the mattress and i was with Mike who managed to get to the side of the river and was attempting to get out. He saw me eyeing up a slightly less vicious little water alleyway and said "you don't want to go down there" and advised me to get over to where he was. So I headed over to him. When I got there he had already been swept off by the current. Followed shortly by me. There were several attempts to halt my downstream travel that ended in "fuck it" type moments where you expected imminent head cracks or worse. As of now I can only remember the last two. At one point there was a very large boulder that everything flowed to the left around. the water was slightly less frenetic there and I managed to hug a boulder next to it. The water pulled me off of that one and I grabbed a slightly smaller rock. This was followed by a smaller one and finally i was holding on to a fist sized stone that was wedged between some other larger rocks (I had to hold on to it and push down on it to keep it wedged in there.) Of course that didn't last long and I went through another washing machine and ended up at the top of a particulary nasty drop that i DID NOT want to go down. Unfortunately (as the brits say) there wasn't much for it. I was wedged at the top of it holding the river back. There was a sizeable sheet of water flowing over my head, as if I was just another rock in the river. i sat there for a bit thinking "well, I can probably stay here for a while, but I'm not going anywhere but down there" so i gave in and took the last plunge. I came out of it surprisingly uninjured. The other guys were all more banged up than me. Turns out, Mike got trapped underneath a rock and figured himself for dead. With the force of the river ther's no way you could expect to get yourself from under the rock - he said he was getting banged around under it for a bit - then got pushed through and it opened on the other side! He went through the falls UNDERNEATH the rocks!
Anyway the next day we got tubes and went upstream from our camp and had an excellent time riding down the river.
We didn't see any
bears but there was an excessive bee population. They constantly hovered around and you had no choice but to become comfortable with them or, at least, reasonably so.