We had reserved a campground along the Generals Highway towards the northwestern entrance to Sequoia National Park, knowing we had a fairly long drive from Las Vegas. We had a few potential hikes in mind, and based on conditions after talking to a few rangers, we chose to hike near the center of the park,… Continue reading Sequoia: You Know the Giant Trees but Have You Met the Marmots?
Northern Nevada’s lack of campgrounds led to us exploring one of the most impressive waterfalls I’ve visited in recent memory. We drove into Nevada after meeting my aunt for a lovely dinner near Sonoma, in search of a campsite (seriously, CA state parks, $35/night??). After a few misses – one full campground, one dirt road… Continue reading Yosemite from Tioga Road: Don’t Plan on Dry Feet
Part of the idea for the national park focus of our road trip originated out of our day trip to Crater Lake almost two years ago. My dad took us for the day since he lives about two hours away, and the beauty of the park blew us away. We did a few short hikes,… Continue reading Crater Lake and the PNW
We made a few quick stops in Northern California on our way to my dad’s A-frame in Oregon, before our halfway-through-the-road-trip stay at Crater Lake. The highlight for me was our first BEAR! Dan spotted it at Lassen, a little brown dot moving in the green of a valley kept warm by volcanic hot springs.… Continue reading Northern California: Lassen Volcanic, Giant Redwoods, and More
Yet again, this park intrigued us because none of our guide books covered it in much detail, and we ended up loving it. (In fact, in our reading, we glossed over the park without even realizing its existence till we passed a sign near Valley of Fire.) Great Basin is in Nevada, just across the… Continue reading Great Basin, the Forgotten National Park
Snake count 🐍, a perfectly harmless but four-foot long squiggle called a striped whipsnake (I had to ask Dan to look it up, aren’t phobias fun). I thought I remembered my parents taking our family to the Black Canyon when I was young; the park stuck in my head for some reason. When I asked… Continue reading Black Canyon of the Gunnison
On the heels of my crotchety Arches post, here comes my cranky RMNP suggestion: quiet campgrounds, free of screaming children, free of bros tripping on mushrooms, free of a capella groups practicing with acoustic guitar accompaniment, free of neighboring tents a-rockin’ in the early evening… Due to close quarters in the campground, we sought out,… Continue reading Rocky Mountain National Park