But Sequoia... that was the way I imagined a forest should be.
So you can prepare yourself for a lot of photos.
General Sherman and others in The Giant Forest. But it was okay, because if we just headed down the trails, the fences dropped off, then, the paved path eventually did too and we were in a vast forest on a trail. As it turns out, the less frequented trails aren't marked so well and we ended up somewhere around Wolverton Trail. That was okay because they were all beautifully green and cool with patches of snow still on the ground and lots of new streams recently formed by the melt.
Angel's Landing), but I stopped before the last twist and shot the next few photos from there.
(Views from Moro Rock)
Adam was surprised this didn't bother me as it was very high, but I couldn't explain the workings of my brain. It's not a predictable fear and I don't always know what will trigger it.
Only for one moment did I let my guard down and shuffle forward without scanning as my daughter grabbed onto my pack and hung from it, tired and complaining. She later told me that when she saw the rattlesnake under my foot- as in his head under my foot- she saw it, freaked, and pushed off of me. He was between us and only threatened us with his rattle for a moment before slithering away, but that was all it took for the kids to suddenly become very serious about watching for snakes. Though it's ironic that the one person being cautious was the one to step on one (four steps of weakness...sigh), all I could do was thank God that my daughter wasn't struck. Lesson learned.
We did reach the falls and were amazed by the power of them. The crashing water was so loud, we had to yell to be heard. It was a great trail with five hours of continuously alternating patches of hot sun on our backs then cool shade from trees and brush.
Near the falls we were rewarded with cool mist as we hiked.
(Marble Falls Trail, day 168)