A year ago, I found myself lost in Redwood Canyon in Kings Canyon National Park and ever since, I have thought about returning to get lost in the forests. I had been driving around California, looking to waste time avoiding the virus that was ravaging the local cities, and I decided that this was the perfect time to revisit the wonderland that has filled my dreams for the last year. Winter was around the corner and snow would soon make travel in the High Sierras difficult. If there was any time, it was now.
Kings Canyon is a forgotten gem of a park, nestled between Yosemite and Sequoia. Containing both the second largest tree in the world, as well as the largest valley of old growth sequoias, it’s quite surprising to me that this park isn’t as popular as its other California brethren. Nonetheless, its smaller scale and popularity make it a prime spot to get away from the rest of society and escape into what California once was. Not long after arrival, I found myself standing alone in the General Grant Grove, an eerie feeling in and of itself.