24/7: On the way back from King’s Canyon, we stopped by another giant sequoia grove.
This is what they look like, the baby sequoias.
There were squirrels everywhere. Seriously. Everywhere.
Mom, walking through a hollow giant tree trunk.
And then the journey down the mountain started.
By the foot of the mountain, on the edge of the San Jaquin valley, the greeness of the orange trees gave a strange contrast to the yellowish grey soil and steppe grass.
At the Fresno airport, we left our lovely yellow Chevrolet. During our seven day roadtrip, it had carried us for 1078 miles. That’s 1735 kilometers. Pretty decent roadtrip, I would say.
An hour later, we boarded the plane that would take us southeast, down into the desert.
Katja Malmborg 