King’s canyon is aptly named. Big rock faces on either side with a river running between and a road leading to nowhere … nowhere but our campground. We spent to nights here in King’s Canyon, because the nights were so royal. We laid out a tarp in a clearing and just stared out into space discovering spaceships and shooting stars, and imagining whatever else the heavens might hold. Then we would wake up and go on a bike ride or a walk to ground our feet and spokes. We must have seen a dozen shooting stars and a dozen spaceships, one even had blinking green lights.
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