We were reflecting in the car about how a road trip is really very different from a typical vacation. The recent hybridization of the words “stay” and “vacation” to “staycation” accent this difference. On a vacation, you typically stay in one place for at least a few nights, relaxing and having time to thoroughly explore a place. By contrast, the road trip portion of our summer adventures have never involved two nights in the same place. Each trip has included some family time [for me in LA (and now Portland), for Rita in Colorado], but otherwise, we loosely design the trip primarily as a journey. We go, we don’t generally stay.
There are disadvantages, of course, to this sort of travel, mainly involving the transient nature of the venture. You log a lot of hours in the car and pack in a lot of brief glimpses of fabulous places, without having a chance to really come to know them intimately. It’s like a sampler plate of appetizers, a taste or flavor of a wide variety of things. You have to make choices; select highlights and side trips that don’t keep you in one place for too long.
I know for some this sounds exhausting. But, for me (and I think for Rita), it really is a vacation. It’s a break from schedules and commitments and the confinement of man made constructs educators constantly have thrust upon them, like professional learning communities and the common core. Personally, I find the freedom to choose the route liberating; the sense that unknown adventures await around the bend invigorating; and the laughter we encounter immensely rewarding.
All that is a lot of words to say this: yesterday, I wish we’d had a week (or two) to explore the two brown sign destinations we had on tap: Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks. In particular, Kings Canyon should be a destination, not a drive by. It is absolutely stupendous.
Our day began with a very short drive into Sequoia National Park. Sequoia is the 2nd oldest national park in our country (Yellowstone was the first in 1872), established in 1890. Kings Canyon and Sequoia are now managed as one unit, but at Kings Canyon, they tell you Kings Canyon is the 3rd oldest national park. It was established as General Grant National Park in 1890, which became a part of what we now call “Kings Canyon” in 1940. Yosemite also formally became a national park in 1890.
Sequoia is all you’d expect it to be. Compared to the other parks we’ve visited, it is by far the most crowded (with the exception of Yellowstone and Yosemite). There are plenty of park services, including shuttles, which would be particularly handy if you were staying in the park. We did three walks in the park, including the hike to Moro Rock, Tharps Cabin, and the General Sherman Tree.
Moro Rock is one of those can’t be missed sites. I’d like to tell the less adventurous that the view is the same at the 100th step, but I’d be lying. You’ve got to walk the whole 350 steps. The granite dome of Moro looms on the landscape the same way that our Pilot Mountain does, but at an elevation of 6,725 ft, it’s a different beast altogether. The view is stunning and the staircase is quite remarkable. I was relieved that I did not have two year-old Luca with me. The rails are by no means designed with rambunctious young children in mind. Even as an adult, you have moments when you think it is crazy to be so high up on this narrow a passage.
After Moro, we took the walk to Tharp’s Log. Tharp made his home inside a fallen sequoia. The trail takes you to this cabin, opening out onto a beautiful meadow where Tharp grazed his livestock during the summers beginning in 1869. The walk gave us our first good look at the giant sequoias and a sense of just how immense they are.
I think going to both Redwoods and Sequoia in one trip gives you a chance to compare the two giant trees first hand. By comparison, the sequoias really are red, well, more orange actually, whereas the redwoods are this deep chocolaty brown. The redwood forest is much more dense and dark; the sequoia forest has a good deal of light reaching the forest floor. Of course, there are habitat differences as well, but the other thing you really notice is the girth of the trees themselves. The largest sequoias are much bigger around their base. The General Sherman sequoia tree, the biggest tree in the world by biomass, is 100 ft in circumference at its base. We were actually pretty hot and hungry before we got to the General Sherman tree, but we simply couldn’t pass on the biggest tree in the world. Note here: the trail to the tree is downhill all the way, meaning of course, the trail back is not. If you bother to read signs, you’ll discover in summer you can take the shuttle back to the parking lot. It will surprise no one that we did not read the signs.
After a badly needed lunch break, we left Sequoia for Kings Canyon. The General’s Highway connecting the two parks, Route 180, is open only after the snow is gone, and is a very nice drive. In fact, you’d say it was spectacular, if you hadn’t continued on into Kings Canyon, which has to be one of the most beautiful and stunning drives I’ve ever taken.
I’ve heard a lot about national parks. I’m a brown sign junkie, after all. But, nothing I’d read or heard adequately prepared me for the staggering magnificence of Kings Canyon.
I guess I should have clued in when our host at the Buckeye Lodge told us, “You’ll love Kings Canyon. There’s a reason it was the 3rd national park in the country. It’s every bit as beautiful as the Grand Canyon.” But, really, no one talks about Kings Canyon. The park, while not as empty as Pinnacles, was sparsely populated. Checking the web, I found the annual visitation at Kings Canyon was 591,033 in 2012, whereas at the attendance at Sequoia was 1,106,584 and Yosemite was 3,853,404. This maybe isn’t surprising except Kings Canyon and Sequoia are literally right beside each other. Why visit one and not the other?
Okay, I’m rethinking this. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you how beautiful Kings Canyon is because I really don’t want a million people there. But, because you are still reading this incredibly long post, you get the benefit of my insight. Kings Canyon is simply amazing. It should not be missed.
We drove to Road’s End, stopping at two waterfalls (beautiful, but not high like the ones in the Columbia River Gorge). We took a splendid hike to Zumalt Meadow and cooled our feet in the Kings River (be careful to pick a calm spot, because it’s a very rocky, very fast moving stream with multiple signs warning of its dangers). But mostly, we just tried to soak in the beauty of the canyon. John Muir loved this area, comparing its beauty to the Yosemite Valley. The drive begins on the canyon’s rim and descends to the banks of the river, giving you a rare opportunity to see the canyon from both above and below. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
In Kings Canyon, we found a bear and a snake, and views that will be imprinted on my heart forever.
It will come as no surprise that we did not make it to LA for dinner. We barely made it in time for bed. But, when we got there, Bill was up waiting for us (watching the Tour), glass of wine for each of us in hand.
Brother of the year. Absolutely.
So, today, we continued our road vacation. And, oh, my, what a road it was! But, this was also definitely one of those days I wish we could have lingered a little longer in one place. Next time, I’ll know.
And, so will you.