Sequoia has that vibe of Yosemite. That drive around the corner and see the entrance sign happiness. Somehow both of those parks manage to control all of the views within the boundaries.
Sequoia is a lot of winding hills to get between major landmarks and seems overall just less dense as far as tourist areas and traffic which is a nice change from the hustle and bustle of some of the other National Parks. Dee is not a fan of hills, which always meant UPhill but now I realize it is downhill too. Her brakes were smelling pretty bad because everyone goes 2.5 MPH and rides their brakes right in front of you.
As you can see we made it and even drove through a tree in the process. We then saw the most touristy tree in the world. It does happen to be the biggest tree ever but secret tip: walk around the back to take a photo so you don't have to wait in a 75 person line for a crappy selfie. (yeah my selfie isn't crap and your cell phone one is)
Campgrounds in Sequoia are also pretty chill. Potwisha has a vertical layout to it. The first spots are at the bottom of the hill and they keep counting up as they wind up the hill. I snagged a spot 80% of the way up and had an amazing view for much needed relaxation after the stress of Dee almost overheating on the way out of DVNP.
Squirrels are the enemy of man no doubt. And they are pure evil in Sequoia. They will sit on your picnic table while you eat so if food drops between your hand and your plate they will clean it up. I'm not into animal cruelty at all but damn these little guys need to be smacked silly. Stop feeding them campmates!
My second campground Buckeye Flats was the best. I was able to park my van down by the river and enjoy a mountain stream cold Busch with a fellow vandweller. He was in a much different stage of life than I but drove an early nineties Ford conversion van so the connection was natural. Even just hanging around 75+ year old men instills this knowledge in you. (Sorry old women I didn't mean to leave you out, you are grand at story-telling to keep folklore alive).
He wasn't much on lessons but just that old man aura kinda teaches you something. The best part about our encounter is that we never exchanged names. Not in 48 hours of camping in adjacent sites. The 26 year old me is out to meet and network if you can even call it that. The 76 year old version doesn't need any new connections just friends.
With the understanding that the next stop was Yosemite I was a bit anxious to get a move on and back to my favorite place in the country. Four days in Sequoia was plenty for what I wanted to see so it worked out either way.