You ever watch one of them reality shows that has “The Real Housewives” somewhere in the title? How about that one with the rich kids who have a sweet sixteen party? Let me tell you, we in California are a lot like one of those overindulged brats.
Case in point: The Sequoias. There are states in the Union that would kill for just a few acres that are as breathtaking as this place. Somehow, we managed to hit the lottery and get blessed this a park. We are no better that that brat that gets a BMW for her birthday.
Now, here is my advice for how we differentiate ourselves from the creepy kids basic cable channels like to follow around. Appreciate what we’ve got. Book a campsite in this place and spend a summer weekend sitting by a mountain stream.
No one will ever make you go to an intervention or rehab because you go to the Sequoias. No religion will ever call you a sinner for spending some time here.
Make sure to buy tickets for the Crystal Cave at the visitor’s center. They don’t sell any at the entrance to the cave.