Ridgecrest improved a bit in the morning as the light revealed pretty-ish mountains in the distance. It was not improved by someone trying to burst through our door early in the morning, but luckily we had put a chair in front of it to prevent just such a thing. We headed north through the San Juaquin Valley, which does not have a lot to recommend it. Other than orange groves, it was kind of a desolate wasteland with lots of haze (pollution, I think) everywhere. In fact, I can't actually confirm we were in a valley because we couldn't see far enough for the mountains.
Our destination for the day was Sequoia/King's Canyon, two national parks right beside each other in the Sierra Nevadas. The parks are even more impressive in that they rise out of the nuclear winter of the valley. Sequoia contains a sequoia named General Sherman, the world's largest tree by volume. King's Canyon has a canyon that we didn't really see because it was getting dark and General Grant, a giant sequoia that was presidentially declared to be the Nation's Christmas Tree (not to be confused with the National Christmas Tree in DC). Brad and I walked on a tree and drove through a tree before heading back south, stopping in Bakersfield for the night, which smells like manure.
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Did Brad get new green Chuck Taylors? Spiffy! Hugs from BK, xoxo, AG
ReplyDeleteHa, he did! They've been making a number of appearances.
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