Oh the big trees of my life. Sequoia trees are surely a sight to see. We pull into the forest and immediately you feel small amongst them. I’ve been walking through 8’ pine trees but these just make those look like tooth picks.
I have 3 main things I want to do and see here, see the two generals (Grant and Sherman) and find a nice camp site for the evening. Off for number one, I see General Grant one of the largest trees and it’s huge. Girthy tree, there was almost no one here. Had the place to my self with one other couple, I took their photo and chatted for a moment. They were from Kentucky.
From there I drive over to see General Sherman the largest tree in the world. It’s a half mile walk down to trees locations. The road walk is absolutely slammed, I forgot I was in tourist town. I get to the tree and there is a ligit 20 person line for pictures. Wild. I skip the line and snag an empty photo and keep moving. I’m not waiting for a photo in front of a tree. Pictures honestly don’t do it justice, the tree is massive. I sit there for a moment and say “ I wonder how many things live inside that tree”
Now it’s a half mile back up hill to the car. On the way up hill there is multiple people sitting taking breaks. It’s at I think 7,000’ altitude and it shows. Most people can’t breath as well at that altitude. My self included, I suffer at high altitude. After the walk up we get in the car to go find camp. On the way there I stop to hike Moro rock. A pretty steep incline where we had amazing views of the entire sierras. I used peak finder to see where mount Whitney was. Overhead a fighter plane was doing his thing above us, hard to see him but we could hear him. We could even see the smog coming in from Asia according to the sign.
After this beautiful hike it was again off to find a nice campsite. We leave Sequoia boundary to find some random BLM land. Riverside today, I pitch my tent next to the rental Jeep and chill listening to the river run. I think I could shoot a Jeep commercial this week.
As I was cleaning up for bed something that scared the shit out of me happened. I stepped into the creek to soak my feet and looked up to see a huge coyote, or husky or possibly a wolf running down the trail staring at me. As I stand there frozen it eyes me, grunts and turns and runs away. “What the fuck was that?!” I yell to Greenhorn.
Wow, there was no one else around except for me and Greenhorn. Whose husky was that? There’s no one else camping here. We are like 25 miles down a forest road. Well when I googled are there wolves in California apparently one of the only places left that wolves are is right where we were. I think I saw a California wolf, it was absolutely huge and scared the hell out of me.
The Pacific Crest Trail 