Noel Kerns
Lockhart Blues
The enormous Lockhart General Store sits gutted and abandoned in the virtual ghost town of Lockhart, California. Two stories high and with the roof missing, it looks more like a gymnasium or inner-city playground inside than a retail store.
Lockhart is not a place you wind up by accident; it's well off the beaten path, but accessible by either Harper Lake Rd from CA-58, or from Hinkley, CA via the OLD CA-58 route, now referred to as "Santa Fe Avenue", which is a bit of an odd name, since it's nothing more than 9 miles of wide dirt road running through and around absolutely nothing. To be fair though, the road WAS in nice shape; even in my little midsize rental car, I could crank it up past 70 mph and the road was as smooth as an interstate.
There's nothing quite like the serenity of nights by yourself, out in the middle of the desert, far away from anywhere and anyone. Try it...you'll see.
Night, 2/3 moon, CTO-gelled flashlight & blue-gelled strobe.
Lockhart Blues
The enormous Lockhart General Store sits gutted and abandoned in the virtual ghost town of Lockhart, California. Two stories high and with the roof missing, it looks more like a gymnasium or inner-city playground inside than a retail store.
Lockhart is not a place you wind up by accident; it's well off the beaten path, but accessible by either Harper Lake Rd from CA-58, or from Hinkley, CA via the OLD CA-58 route, now referred to as "Santa Fe Avenue", which is a bit of an odd name, since it's nothing more than 9 miles of wide dirt road running through and around absolutely nothing. To be fair though, the road WAS in nice shape; even in my little midsize rental car, I could crank it up past 70 mph and the road was as smooth as an interstate.
There's nothing quite like the serenity of nights by yourself, out in the middle of the desert, far away from anywhere and anyone. Try it...you'll see.
Night, 2/3 moon, CTO-gelled flashlight & blue-gelled strobe.