In Sequoia National Park, we drove up a winding road to the grove of giant sequoias.
At one point, we even got to drive under/through a fallen sequoia.
Another item of beauty with ample curves that I have discovered that I love is tree roots. When the tree falls over and exposes the beginning of the system of roots that it has, the roots are displayed in a whimsical, enchanting way.
To get to the panoramic views atop of Moro Rock, we had to climbing a curvy staircase.
The sequoias were huge. They aren’t as tall as the Coastal Redwoods, but they get much thicker than them. They have a more brusque, “big and strong” appearance, while the redwoods have a finer, more wispy appearance. And, get this, the sequoias actually have red bark! The scientific name for redwoods is sequoia sempervirens, while the sequoias is sequoiadendron giganteum. This drives me crazy. They should have given the sequoias the common name of “redwood,” and instead called the redwoods “sequoias.” I have no faith in our ancestors’ naming schemes.
There was a fuzzy black bear with its cubs on the walk to see General Sherman. I got to get pretty close, but the trick is to keep someone else between you and the bear.
In front of the world’s largest tree by mass.
This is an outline of General Sherman’s base. He no longer grows any taller, but each year he grows another thin layer of bark, which is the equivalent mass of another small tree.
Yosemite had more winding trails that lead to beautiful views.
Their skeletons of hardwood last for centuries as well. Look at the curving, whimsical beauty of this guy!
So, California has the tallest, largest, and oldest trees that we currently know of. This does not seem fair.