Sequoia National Park was our next stop, after spending the night in Three Rivers. The road was quite the engineering feat, climbing to roughly 8,000 feet over roughly 19 miles or so. Switchback after switchback made it impossible to go faster than about 15 miles per hour the whole way.

I often feel a little panicky and short of breath at elevations above 6,000 feet, but this was another level of sick. I don’t know if it was the windy road or gaining so much elevation so quickly, or a combination of both, but at the time I felt like I’d maybe rather be dead than stuck with the headache from hell, nausea and dizziness, so far from a comfortable bed in a dark room.

I managed to snap a few photos, though they don’t do these giant, ancient beings any justice. It’s amazing to try and comprehend that some of them were around well before Christ’s time. It’s mind boggling.

I’d love to go back again, maybe when there’s snow on the ground, and spend more time exploring.