May 26, 2007
May 26, 2007
Because of the holiday weekend, we rise early again and head north for Kings Canyon National Park. It is next door to Sequoia. Our first stop is Grants Grove. This section is a small repeat of Sequoia with its own grove of these trees. The centerpiece is the General Grant Tree, which is supposed to be the third largest in the world. I am still awed by the size of these trees. Apparently I am not the only one. In 1876 one enterprising person took a cross section of a Giant Sequoia to the Centennial Exposition that year. It was rejected as being a hoax. No tree could be that big. This area also has a couple log houses; but unlike those near the Midwest, these are built from one single hollowed out log.
From Grant’s Grove we head downhill into the canyon of the Kings River, from which the park is named. The canyon is a deep black and white granite gorge that was formed by glaciers during the last Ice Age. The small river at the bottom is a raging white-capped rush of water. The campsites along the river are all pretty busy. We snatch one of the last sites in this section. We decide to take a break today and read a book while sitting beside the river. Aimee is in heaven; she is surrounded by her now favorite bird, the Stellar’s Jay, which has feathers with three different shades of blue, her favorite color.
Because of the holiday weekend, we rise early again and head north for Kings Canyon National Park. It is next door to Sequoia. Our first stop is Grants Grove. This section is a small repeat of Sequoia with its own grove of these trees. The centerpiece is the General Grant Tree, which is supposed to be the third largest in the world. I am still awed by the size of these trees. Apparently I am not the only one. In 1876 one enterprising person took a cross section of a Giant Sequoia to the Centennial Exposition that year. It was rejected as being a hoax. No tree could be that big. This area also has a couple log houses; but unlike those near the Midwest, these are built from one single hollowed out log.
From Grant’s Grove we head downhill into the canyon of the Kings River, from which the park is named. The canyon is a deep black and white granite gorge that was formed by glaciers during the last Ice Age. The small river at the bottom is a raging white-capped rush of water. The campsites along the river are all pretty busy. We snatch one of the last sites in this section. We decide to take a break today and read a book while sitting beside the river. Aimee is in heaven; she is surrounded by her now favorite bird, the Stellar’s Jay, which has feathers with three different shades of blue, her favorite color.
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