Topping out at Kaiser Pass, on the way to Mono Hot Springs.
To get there, we had to first drive to Fresno (where we were heading to buy a whole trunk-load full of VW parts for cheap). Out of Fresno we took route 168 which heads straight into the mountains. It climbs pretty quickly and about 50 miles later, ends at Huntington Lake. This area is a big recreation place for fishermen, hunters, hikers, but most of all, the 4x4 off roaders. There are Jeep trails all over the place. But we were heading for the hot springs, which were still about 20 miles away from the road's end (and we were driving the Daewoo anyway).
Clouds hang around the mountain peaks in the John Muir Wilderness.
From where the main road ends, you get on Kaiser Pass Road. Now don't let the name fool you. This road, although paved, is not what I would consider a road. It is basically a strip of asphalt about as wide as one and a half cars, that was laid over a trail. When large boulders or cobbles protruded out of the ground, they just paved over it all, and left the tops of the cobbles sticking out of the pavement! It snaked its way around trees, big boulders, and literally had you perched against the mountainside. One wrong turn and it would not be exaggerating to say you would drive off the side of the mountain! It took nearly an hour to arrive at the springs, but the views from this road were awesome!
The 15 miles long one-lane 'paved' Kaiser Pass Rd to Mono Hot Springs.
Mono Hot Springs is a rustic "resort" along the south fork of the San Joaquin River. It has cabins, a cafe, a small general store, and a hot tub complete with massages. But we had no plans to patronize this place (and its outrageous prices) because we were headed to the abandoned resort, which was just across the river. I'm not sure when it was in operation, but in modern times it now lies in ruins. The wooden structures have all been torn down or rotted away, but the concrete, however, remains. So littered around the otherwise pristine forested mountainside that slopes down to the river, are large and small concrete tubs, holding tanks, and plumbing which still channel the natural hot spring water bubbling from the ground.
An abandoned concrete holding tank at the old resort.
Next to the modern resort is a forest service campground also named Mono Hot Springs. From there, we crossed over a log that spanned the river to get to the south side, where the abandoned tubs were. The tub closest to the river (and also the deepest) was already occupied by a family. So we explored the other ones. We found a couple deep ones, but they weren't very hot (a little below body temperature). We also found a small bathtub shaped one (long and skinny) which was a pretty good temperature, about 98 or 100 degrees.
Another bathtub sized concrete tub from the abandoned resort.
We ended up taking that tub because we saw more people headed our way. It seemed like this was suddenly becoming the cool place to hang out! All the tubs were either directly fed by the hot spring, or had PVC or rubber piping feeding in hot water from a source not too far away. I guess the abandoned resort built some of the tubs directly on the sources or something, because we couldn't find plumbing to some of them yet they still had water flowing from the bottom somehow.
Soaking in the bathtub. Romy's foot graces the photo.
Our tub had a lot of algae growing on the walls and corners, but not on the floor where you sit. The water was surprisingly odor free (no sulfur smell at all). Since we visited Iva Bell hot springs a while back, which had small worms swimming in the water, I always check. There were no living organisms that I could see with my naked eye, so I figured it was ok to sit in it, like countless many people before us did. While we were soaking, we watched the hanging remains of rain clouds circle around us and hover over the mountain peaks. It was really quiet outside, and all we heard was the flowing river below, and the birds singing after an afternoon rain shower.
More abandoned plumbing from the old resort.
After a few hours, we decided we needed to head out of there before it got dark. Mainly because we still needed to go over the 9,100 ft Kaiser Pass and we were afraid that some of the rain clouds might dump snow instead if the temperatures got any lower. So we headed out on our way. While we were soaking, the fog started rolling in, which we didn't notice. So we drove along the one lane winding road enshrouded in mist, like driving through creamy milk. As it got darker and darker, it began to get hard to see more than 10 feet in front of you. And then the Daewoo decided to be lame, and our lights went out! Thankfully the flashers and parking lights stayed on, but other than that we were completely in the dark and in the fog. Oh yeah, and on a crazy mountain road too!
The adjacent forest service campground was nice.
Well, it turned out that the fuse blew because the dumb wiring melted, so our lights were really not going to turn back on (like they sometimes do if you hit them). We had our flashlight, which at this point was just as powerful as our parking lights in lighting up the way, so we tried shining it in front of us. The light just scattered everywhere due to the fog, so with just the parking lights on, we went slowly down the mountain (well, first up to get over the pass, then down). Somehow, we made it back down, although very very slowly! After that very intense hour, we found a 4x4 trail and pulled off. Since we had no lights, and it was already dark, we had nowhere to go except to sleep. But it now started pouring rain, and we didn't feel like building the tent and getting soaked while doing it. So we got pretty creative in the Daewoo and unbolted the rear seat backs to make a bed in the back. Our feet went in the trunk, and we padded the gap between the back seats and the front seats with stuff. We were able to fold down the front seats and stretch all the way out long ways! It was the best car sleep I ever got! Daewoot!